Kiss and Tell(36)

They got him into the car and Jason walked over to the driver’s side. “I thought you didn’t want to be with him anymore,” Jason commented as he fastened his seat belt while she was still trying to get herself situated inside the small car.



“Just because I don’t want to be with him anymore doesn’t mean I take any pleasure from his pain.” She squirmed on his lap until Seth put his hand on her stomach, stopping her and pulling her back against him.





Chapter Eight



“Number one, I’m right here, I can hear every word you’re saying. I’m weak, not deaf. Number two, sweet…Willow, if you keep moving, I will not be held responsible for what happens.” Seth chuckled deeply as Willow instantly froze.



He was thankful they were able to get to his place so quickly. His cock was growing hard against her delectable ass, and he was sure she wouldn’t appreciate that.



As soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and flew off his lap as though she were on fire. But no matter what her opinion of him was, she stepped closer to help him out of the car. Thankfully she moved backward, out of his way when Seth shook his head.



They were in the elevator when another growl came from his stomach and a cramp doubled him over, bringing him to his knees.



By the time the elevator doors opened, he was barely able to stand. Willow and Jason propped him up, helping him to slowly make his way through the apartment. He could smell the duo sweating by the time they reached the bedroom.



Seth collapsed onto the bed as though he were a rag doll, feeling as weak as a newborn babe. For the past few days his hunger had gotten worse. But this was the first time his stomach had ever growled like a human’s.



Is this what humans feel when they are deprived of food?



In all of his life, he couldn’t remember ever hearing of such a thing happening to a vampire. The stories said his people simply grew mindless, so wrapped up in their desire for blood that nothing else mattered until their thirst was sated. Those were the stories told to vampire children to keep them from starving themselves as humans did.



“What can we do for him? Does he keep any blood around here for emergencies?”



“I don’t think so.”



“Go check,” Willow ordered as she began removing his shoes. When Jason was out of the room she spoke to him. “Don’t get excited, I’m only taking off your shoes and socks. Nothing else.”



Willow worked as she spoke. Feeling her hands on him, even in such a very non-erotic fashion, threatened his tenuous control. If not for all the pain he was in, he’d have pulled her beneath him that moment.





“There isn’t any blood in the fridge,” Jason said a moment later as he walked back into the room.



“Has he been drinking?”



“Yeah. I think he had three Scotches at the bar.”



“Not drinking, drinking.” With a sigh, she said, “Feeding.”



“He said he has. But it’s not like I’m actually there.”



“Well, give me your wrist.” Willow held her hand out.



“Why?” Jason looked at her warily.



“He needs to eat…drink…feed. Whatever. So give me your wrist.” She held her hand a little closer to him.



“Why my wrist? Why not your wrist?” Jason’s voice was higher than usual.



“Because you’re his friend,” she tried to reason, rolling her eyes.



“Well, he’s already taken your blood before,” he countered.



“Your friend is a vampire and you’re telling me he’s never taken a little…nibble?” She looked at him disbelievingly.



“Exactly. Ours is a business relationship. And he’s like family. He’s known all of my family. For generations. And never once has he drank from any of us.”



“You know, you people have serious problems. Fine.” Willow held her wrist up to Seth’s mouth. “But this is absolutely the last time. I mean it.”



When he didn’t move to take her wrist Willow began to grow more concerned. “He won’t take it. What, my blood isn’t good enough now?”



“Both of you need to leave, now,” Seth said. His voice was a bare whisper.



“Maybe we should listen to him,” Jason told her. He inched away from his friend.



“Why? I’m not afraid. He’s taken my blood before and never hurt me.”



“Then why did you go running out of here dressed in just a shirt?” When she looked at him, Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he told me about it.”



Willow’s face burned with embarrassment. “That’s none of your business.”