Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

I cursed Lucian in my mind as Kieran typed at his computer. I felt like I was about to get a long ass lecture, when all I wanted was to find out if someone from his clan took a freaking werewolf.

"The reason you dislike blood isn't because you're a half vampire," he said. "Full vampires have an ability to make any blood taste good, but for a half vampire, you have to get it from the best vein. The only thing worse than human blood is demon blood."

Just what I came to Delirium for. A lecture on blood and vampirism.

His violet eyes moved and met mine. "The best tasting blood is a fairie's. Good luck on finding one that will let you drink it though. The next best is a wereanimal's."

Fantastic. The one wereanimal that ever offered his blood to me was listening to every single bit of this conversation. If he brought it up later, I'd bite him.

Just kidding.

"Then it goes vampires, witches, humans, then demons." He shrugged and stood. "Necromancers are the only ones with blood close to a fairy's, but it has a sour taste to it versus a fairy. Any other race is the equivalent of a human. So…with that being said...you said your bites hurt."

I opened my mouth to reply, and he stuck his arm out in front of me.

"Bite," he said.

"My ass," I finished. I wasn't going to bite him, or drink his blood.

He grinned. "Maybe. Now bite. I'll teach you how to make it not hurt."

I didn't realize I had the ability. After that first time biting someone, only for her to scream out in pain, I refused to ever do it again. It didn't matter to me whether I had to drink cold blood. As long as I didn't hurt someone again.

And while hurting Kieran for being annoying was tempting, the memory of Naomi screaming came back unbidden.

It was one of those days where I pushed myself too hard and too far past my due date to drink blood in high school. I was weak and my entire body was cold and clammy. Somehow, I made it to the bathroom and slumped on the floor, wondering if that time would be the last time I'd have to go through that pain.

But Naomi walked in, locked the door, and came over to me. She forced my head to her neck and held it there until I couldn't hold myself back. The moment my teeth sunk into her skin, not only did I cringe at the taste, but she also screamed. Granted, she screamed into her hand so no one could hear, but she screamed nonetheless.

I don't know why she stuck around as my friend after that.

"Bite," he repeated. "Or I'll bite you."

The hell kind of an ultimatum was that?

I let my fangs slide out and I glared at him as I bit down into his forearm, right where his vein ran down the middle. He didn't flinch, nor did he cry out in pain. He just watched me.

"Good," he said. "Ease up on the fangs. That will help tremendously with the pain. You're not trying to tear my arm open. You're just trying to get to the vein."

I eased up on my bite like he said, and when I did, the blood came into my mouth more easily than before. And he was right, it wasn't as bad as human blood. Although, not the greatest, it had a hint of sweetness to it that the human blood I'd been drinking didn't.

He moved his arm away from me and held it up. Blood dribbled down his skin, and he licked it, his eyes moving to meet mine. His skin was healed by the time his tongue made it to the wound.

He bent at the waist and placed his hands on the armrests of the chair I was sitting in. When I didn't lean back to get away, he smirked.

"Half vampires are rare," he said. "But even half vampires have the ability to make their bites feel pleasurable. Have you ever been bitten?"

I shook my head.

"Then let me explain," he said, leaning down further to place his mouth by my throat. "Your saliva is the pleasure producer."

I shivered involuntarily and tried to move back, only for his hand to come up and grasp the back of my head.

"Tell me no," he said, "and I won't. But it's easier to show, rather than explain step by step."

It would be my first time getting bitten by a vampire. The only experiences I had with it were when the act was already taking place. Never before. And I never had the opportunity to ask. I honestly just thought that, since I was only a half vampire, the bites would always hurt.

When I didn't say anything, he chuckled lightly against my throat, making me clench the fabric of the chair in my fists.

"So be it," he said.

His tongue was warm against my skin, which came as the first surprise. I was expecting it to be cold, but he must have fed recently if his body temperature was elevated. The second surprise was when he sucked lightly at the flesh where I assumed he'd bite.

His hand never left the back of my head as I felt fangs press against my throat. And while I expected to be afraid, the feel of those fangs lightly pricking into me made me breathe out a harsh breath, making his blonde hair stir. When his fangs pierced me completely, a noise I had absolutely no business making escaped my throat.

The hand on the back of my head tightened at the sound, and I heard him swallow.

It didn't hurt. At all. The feeling of his fangs inside of me was the equivalent of having sex. Tingles burst all over my body and goosebumps broke out across every inch of my skin.

I knew then why people shared blood. Why they allowed vampires to feed off of them whenever they wanted. I didn't even have to be naked and I felt like he was touching me everywhere.

When he raised his head, his lips were wet with my blood and his eyes were fever bright.

"Good girl," he said, voice hoarse.