Page 4 of Necking with a Vampire
The click of equipment being prepared made his heart pick up speed.
Draven ran his thumb up Peter’s bare arm, stopping at the elbow.
“Eyes up. What else do you see?”
Peter tried, but what had once been a bunch of individuals blurred together. Except for one. Something about it didn’t fit in with the others.
He peered into the dark corner.
“Is that one real?”
“She is. She was injured a few days ago.”
“Huh.”
Peter wanted to know more, but once again a noise made him tense.
“Eyes up,” Draven said. “Show me your gorgeous neck. There’s a good boy.”
And again Peter obeyed without question. Only this time with faint heat to his cheeks. Was his heart beating in fear or arousal?
Don’t faint. Don’t make a fool of yourself in front of this gorgeous man.
There was a slight pinch in his arm, but nothing more.
Draven inhaled deeply. Exhaled a soft sigh. “Has anyone ever told you that you smell absolutely delicious?”
“Um, no?”
“Ah ah ah.” Draven tapped the bottom of Peter’s chin, keeping his eyes on the little bats. They swayed gently, almost hypnotically, in the darkness.
Draven did something out of sight with one hand, but Peter barely felt it - too distracted by the fingers running across his clavicle and up his neck.
“Is this for me?” Draven asked, paying extra attention to Peter’s pulse. Stroking it. Pressing down to feel the beat against his fingertips.
“Uh.”
Was it? Or was it from the anticipation of the needle? Peter didn’t know anymore. He’d never felt such a delirious mix of arousal and fear at once. His body didn’t know what to do with itself!
And it was so dark in here. Enough to make most people claustrophobic, not comforting. Peter had always preferred the darkness over the light.
How could Draven even see the veins for the needle? Was he trying to distract and calm Peter down before he turned on a light and inserted the needle? It wasn’t going to work.
This had been a mistake. Peter should quit his dream of being a nurse. He’d never graduate.
Draven stared unblinking at Peter, like a cat staring down his prey. In the faint light of the streetlamps, his eyes looked unnaturally red. Menacing and hungry.
Or…
Was Peter about to be kissed?
Draven leaned in. Peter’s heart went wild. Draven’s hand was around Peter’s neck, tilting it back, thumb pressed against his pulse. Draven’s eyes flicked down to Peter’s lips.
If I faint now, he’ll think it’s from the kiss, not the blood,Peter thought.
Draven’s breath was oddly cool on Peter’s cheek. Was he going to do it? Was this going to be Peter’s first kiss?
Peter turned to Draven just as the man leaned back and said, “All finished.”
