"Three hundred," I said. I could afford it, and I needed to sweeten the deal. "No blowjobs, no fucking. I'm hungry." I let my teeth extend a little, and shot him a grin to flash the gleam of them.
He took a quick step back, almost a stumble. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, as his arms went flailing. "Um, okay, look, I don't do that. I don't — I've never done that. I don't!"
His voice had risen, getting shakier and shakier.
Damn it. I got where he was coming from. In a town owned by vamps, drawing a hard line about being a feeder wasn't uncommon. Once you got that reputation, it was hard to fend off more aggressive vampires who thought that if you said yes once, it was yes permanently.
I wasn't one of those, and I wasn't going to force him, but…I had to have him. Fear only made his heart beat faster, and now I could hear it as well as scent him. The warm sweetness of him pulsed in my every sense like a beacon.
