“Jason…” I whispered, straining to see his eyes in the dark.
His grunts were heavy, his breath scorching against my face.
“It’s not just s*x, right? It’s about you feeding?” I said, cupping his face, my fingers trembling. “You know you can’t do that without my consent, huh? My blood’s different. It’s poison to you without permission.”
He let out a low grunt, his voice rough. “Who said I needed your consent? I’ve been doing things to you without it, and I… I didn’t need it.”
He scoffed, then paused, his tone shifting. “But you know… even if I’m a bad guy, or the worst guy, I don’t want you to hate me. Your hatred would hurt more than anything, even if I take things by force. So, I’m gonna ask for it.”
I sucked in a breath, trying to steady myself. “Don’t you always carry spare blood?
