Problem With Guests (4)

To be overcome by instincts and nature–to greedily drink in her blood and be filled with satisfaction. That was what it meant to be a Vampire. 

This was our entire nature and I had now given to it fully.

I could hear the way the blood flowed and pumped within the Huntress' body, also known how close she was to kicking me with her freed foot, but as I drank in her blood–she stopped and had to stifle the sound coming from her own throat.

The fact that Keira was just behind us was not my concern at all.

It was a fleeting thought that stayed with me in the background as I resumed to have my entire fill and drank to my heart's content.

More.

More and more.

It was a little hard to slurp when my fangs grazed against her ankle bone, but I refused to stop and go elsewhere. If anything, this was my only way of knowing when to stop because no more how much I tried to drink–there was a limit to how much blood could flow to this body part.