With the same quick motion he’d used on their wrists, Eric sliced a cut in his chest right below his nipple. The blood oozed out sluggishly, and I took advantage of the flow to latch on. This was embarrassingly intimate, but at least I didn’t have to look at Andre, and he couldn’t see me.
Eric moved restlessly, and I realized he was getting aroused. There was nothing I could do about it, and I held our bodies apart that crucial couple of inches. I sucked hard, and Eric made a small noise, but I was strictly trying to get this over with. Vampire blood is thick and almost sweet, but when you think about what you’re actually doing and you’re not sexually aroused, it’s not pleasant at all. When I thought I’d done it long enough, I let go and rebuttoned Eric’s shirt with unsteady hands, thinking this little incident was over and I could hide somewhere until my heart stopped pounding.