The more she speaks, the more surprised Kieran is that she has so much faith in him. He sighed and closed his eyes. "I am very thirsty at the moment; I may not be able to stop myself; what if..."
"You won't. Besides, you just have to take enough that would give you some strength to hunt. You are like this because of me; it's the least I can do," Rylee said softly, shape shifting her hand into paw midair, she slit her wrist with her claw, and then she placed the bleeding wrist on his lips.
"Go on," she mumbled, clear enough that he cou hear her.
The taste of her blood on his taste buds made Kieran's eyes glow redder, but he still looked at her, wanting to be sure that she wanted him to do it.
The scent of her blood soon filled the little space of the cave, and it was making it harder for him to control himself. His fangs were itching to sink into her flesh, but he was still fighting, wanting to be sure of himself.
