...“It hurts, Caleb.” The muscles of Angelo’s face bunched against Caleb’s, his entire large body tensed, caught mostly likely in another painful spasm.

“What hurts? What’s going on? I burned you with that tea, didn’t I? Do I need to get you to a doctor?”

“I need blood, Caleb.”

He swallowed hard. He had expected to hear it, but he didn’t entirely believe it. Funny though how his body responded with a surge in his chest and a stir in his groin, and when he drew in a gasp it was more from anticipation than from fear.

Deep down, he wasn’t afraid of Angelo.

Angelo’s body eased again. Whatever was hurting must have passed for the moment. Strong arms hooked under Caleb’s, drawing close and nuzzling under Caleb’s jaw. “You smell so good. Like peppermint, and chocolate. Your blood was delicious when I tasted it before. Hints of cinnamon. So good.” Angelo’s breath was hot against Caleb’s face.

Caleb’s eyes widened. The Pavilion. His bloody lip. Of course. The back of his head clunked against cold cement. It was so obvious, looking back. Despite the gravity and sheer no-fucking-way of the situation, Caleb found the memory turning him on all over again.

And how crazy was that?

“What happens…?” His lips brushed against the shell of Angelo’s ear, and his hand ran over short, prickly strands of Angelo’s hair as he spoke. “If you don’t get blood. What happens?”

Angelo’s breathing was ragged as he lifted his head slightly, just enough to make eye contact there on the dimly lit street. “Already, I am quite hungry. Painfully so. Light-headed. My vision has begun to diminish. My strength. Among other things, human blood thins mine. If I wait much longer, my heart will not be able to pump my blood on its own.”

Caleb’s own heart leapt and the thump of Angelo’s ticker beating in time with his took on a brand new significance that scared the holy hell out of him. “Okay.” I can’t believe I’m saying this. His fingers were so cold and stiff they hardly wanted to bend when he grasped the back of Angelo’s neck and pulled the guy’s lips back to where they’d been nuzzling at his throat. “Okay. So do what you need to do, man.”

Angelo bent low, and his breath puffed hot against Caleb’s chest as he pulled the zipper on his coat and pushed aside the material.

Anticipation spiked Caleb’s pulse to an all time high.

But nothing happened.

“You’re certain?” Angelo’s body shook all over.

Oh, for the love of— He needed the blood. Clearly, he needed it. Part of Caleb was touched that Angelo was holding back, but mostly he was just so ready to jump out of his skin about it. “I’m as sure as I’m going to get,” he hissed. “But I am ten kinds of freaked out here, so please. Just get it over with.”

“It won’t hurt. I can make it feel good, I promise.”

Caleb opened his mouth again to respond, but then, there it was. And oh, holy cow. A tiny pinch. Some pressure, a little like the feeling he remembered from that crazy impulsive moment when he’d gotten his tongue pierced in college. And then…oh. Wow.

Good didn’t even scratch the surface. Firm, slightly chapped lips and an oddly catlike tongue worked some kind of magic suction at Caleb’s throat that somehow connected straight to his cock, and he could have sworn an invisible force was sucking him off.

He tried to look down, but the angle of his head made that impossible. So he stared instead at the starry sky and marveled at the odd clarity of it juxtaposed against such a surreal moment. He let his hands wander around Angelo’s body. It hit him that the guy wasn’t wearing a coat, and strong muscles bunched and flexed under Caleb’s fingers as Angelo groaned and repositioned, nudging Caleb farther against the wall and working one broad thigh between Caleb’s, grinding hips and pelvis and an equally hard dick against his.

“Angelo, jeez. Holy—that’s—jeez. What are you—” He broke off with a grunt and a gasp when Angelo pushed his hips upward, sucking harder and rubbing against him feverishly, creating delicious friction against his balls and his nipples, and unbelievably out of nowhere warmth spread through his abdomen as an orgasm erupted out of him so hard and so fast it was almost painful.

Angelo let out a guttural moan between sucks and thrust harder against Caleb’s hip, coming with an altogether inhuman growl only seconds later.

“Wow, that was…” The two bodies shuddered together, and Caleb frowned even as he came down from his own orgasm. Was it totally fucked-up that he got off from a vampire sucking his blood?