Chapter 21. Marking his mate.

PROSE MODE.

Seth spotted Melody on a bench in the school garden, sitting under a chestnut tree. She was sketching something he couldn't make out from the distance between them. He made sure she'd got a glimpse of him before he tried out the mind communication skills that Reichert had taught him.

MELODY, MEET ME IN THE SUPPLY CLOSET.

Melody held Seth's gaze, the voice spoke softly. It felt like he was in her head. She stood up and went to the supply closet.

Seth was elated she'd heard him.

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

"It's like you're inside my head or something?"

She couldn't shake off the feeling that the Queen had thought him a few tricks.

I AM IN YOUR HEAD, TRY TALKING TO ME TOO.

Melody was curious about this new telepathy skill.

SETH?

YEAH?

WOW, THIS IS AMAZING!

I KNOW RIGHT.

"How'd you learn mind communication?"

"I didn't."

Melody raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean you didn't?"

He covered the space within them.

"I can only communicate like this with my mate."

Melody wasn't expecting to hear something like that at all. She looked pensive.

"It's about time I marked you, don't you think?"

Marking was a vampire's way of telling other guys to back off because she already belongs to someone else. It represents something more intimate if it's their mate that they marked.

He claimed her lips, his lips slowly moving from her face and down her neck. He flashed down with his upper fangs, slowly sinking into the jugular vein on the left side of her neck. She winced in pain underneath him, the piercing sensation was stinging and narrowing down but it was soon passing.

His mouth soon filling with thick, delicious blood. A moan erupted from his chest. He didn't fail to miss the traces of desire and satiation in her sweat. The taste of the endorphins in her blood lingered on his taste buds while her grip slowly tightened around his neck.

She was almost paralyzed in that position. He used a bit of domination on her, he didn't want her to suddenly move and cause his fangs to rip her flesh more than they needed to. He just needed two puncture wounds to mark her, inflicting scar tissue in their place wasn't part of the plan.

His fangs retracted slowly, he pressed the marks shut with the back of his tongue to stop the bleeding. A warmth followed and her body reacted to him instinctively. Her toes curled, her eyes zeroing on his, his smell seemed more hypnotizing than usual.

The taste of her had silenced his thoughts and made him want more. It was the vampiric solstice, lasting four to five days. Vampires could consume up to twenty-one pints of blood per day during this season.

They stood propped against the wall, glued to one another. Time stopped in a collision of senses when she leaned forward for a soul kiss. He made a throaty sound expressing his delight that she'd made the first move. His fingers explored her skin with a mind of their own, sinking in where they were curves.

MELODY'S Point of View.

Seth was a good guy but he was becoming impatient. He didn't say that to me but right now I could feel the hastiness in his hands as he gripped my thighs harder than he needed to.

He pressed his palm against the small of my back so that I was glued to his groin and could sense its bulge. I titled my head to deepen the kiss, he was always pleased when I responded. Then he stopped suddenly, he ran his hands up my thighs, before I could stop him his index finger was under my skirt, tangling amidst the rope that held the knot of my g-string.

One little tug and it'll loosen up. My body stiffened up a bit, were we going to do THAT, here? In the supply closet?

He left his hand to trail back down slowly caressing my skin. With his other arm still wrapped around me, he lightly eased off my lips, still keeping himself close to my face. He looked into my eyes and smiled.

***

Seth was driving us over to the picnic spot I'd picked out for our date.

I stared at him.

Blood was something a vampire should have often, his skin seemed to glow up after that little snack. Even his receding hairline looked more defined.

"If you have something you wanna say to me, go ahead. I can't focus on driving with you boring two holes into the side of my head."

"Babe, can a vampire feed exclusively on blood?"

"Well yes, but actually no. For us, blood is a good start. It's just like water. It's good to drink water but you can't survive just from water only, you'll need other sources of vitamins."

Seth stopped since the traffic lights turned red. I was still processing what he'd just told me. You'd expect me to know so much about vampires since well, Asgard is filled with a lot of creatures. Not really though, back in high school, biology classes were subdivided into your cell organization category.

Vampires; vampiric biology, Fairies; fairy-based biology... etc.

"Do you prefer arterial or venous blood?"

Seth glanced at me levelly. Of course, he was suspicious.

"Why are you curious about vampires, so suddenly?"

Even his eyes looked more vigorous. Blood was really bona fide for him.

"I wanna take care of you better, it's the solstice again, there are a few side effects of not getting enough blood. I'm giving you full permission to..."

"Okay, no."

"Why not?"

"I'm not gonna sink my teeth into my girlfriend for approximately thirteen to fourteen times a day."

Is that how much they eat during this period? That's a lot. There are no vampires in my lineage, so I was pretty much clueless about them.

"To answer your question, let me explain something. Just like how everyone hates water fountains with low water pressure that's the same way venous blood feels crappy compared to an artery. It just slowly oozes out and if not swallowed quickly may even clot on your tongue before you get anything good. Arterial pressure, on the other hand, is much more satisfying and you can get plenty of volume in seconds. Venous blood is more acidic which is precisely why I like it, plus most of your extravascular fluid is in it, so I get to taste every part of you in just one gulp."

I wanted to smack the back of his head again but the lights had already turned green.

"Eww, drink arterial blood next time!"

I suddenly felt like dry heaving. I thought he was taking in good stuff earlier not dirty blood.

"I don't wanna give you scars all over, marks on your neck are enough."

"What about my wrist?"

"That could work too but..."

I turned to face him when the sentence died off.

"But what?"

"I wanna bite you somewhere more intimate."

A mischievous smile tucked at the edges of his face.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks again.

Seriously, dude!