Page 17 of Necking with a Vampire
Peter stumbled the first few steps down the path.
Did he trust Draven? Was he safe with the man? Draven wore many different faces. Each one a different piece of the greater puzzle.
And then there was Draven’s obsession with Peter’s neck. His pulse. His blood. The fact that Draven only came out at night. The mirror. The fangs. How cold Draven always was. The hidden heartbeat. It was all painting a picture Peter couldn’t bring himself to believe.
But he wanted to. He wanted to so badly.
“I do,” Peter said. “I trust you.”
Draven looked honestly baffled for all of a second before a soft, pleased smile took its place.
“Good, though I’m not sure what I did to earn it.”
“I stalked you too, you know. Everyone said you’re scary and unsettling. But that’s not what I saw. You didn’t make fun of me. You were kind. When we’re alone, I feel safe with you.”
“Fuck.”
That was the only warning Peter got before he was lifted off the ground and his back hit bark. His legs were wrapped around Draven’s waist, his back against a tree.
“Holy shit!”
Draven was fucking strong!
All further thought was cut off by a punishing kiss.
If Peter had thought Draven was devouring him before, he was wrong. That Draven had been holding back. That Draven had been tense and in control.
This Draven wasn’t. He gripped Peter’s ass and crushed them together, letting Peter feel exactly how hard Draven still was.
And fuck, Draven was big. How did the loose dress pants hide a cock that big!?
Draven was rocking into Peter and kissing and moaning and-
If Peter hadn’t already come, this might have been enough to push him over the edge.
Draven was insatiable. Peter had never felt so desired.
There was only one problem.
“Take those fake teeth out,” Draven ordered.
Peter scrambled to pop them off, all while Draven kept touching Peter like he couldn’t get enough. The second they were out Draven was on him again.
Draven still had his fangs in. He wasn’t being careful - and they were so fucking sharp.
The fangs scraped against a sensitive spot and Peter yelped.
They both froze.
“Why are they so sharp?”
Now he appreciated Draven being so careful earlier.
Draven stared at Peter unblinking for a long second and said, “You must know.”
Peter slowly, tentatively reached out, touched one, and gasped. It felt so real. Too real.
He wanted to believe so badly.
