JUST ONE DRINK . . .

He looked at her with fear in his eyes. “Will it be very painful?” he asked.

She smiled and shook her head. “No. I’m going to use some psychic commands to make you relax.”

He gave a weak grin. “Like mental Xanax?”

“Why don’t you take off your shirt and lie on the bed?” she said.

He lay back and closed his eyes. She stood next to the bed and concentrated, commanding him to relax and feel no fear.

His face became soft and peaceful, and he smiled slightly. “Um, this is nice,” he mumbled. “Kinda like the gas the dentist gives.”

She eased down on the bed next to him and turned his face away slightly so she could get to his neck. She felt herself begin to change as she lowered her face and gently bared her growing fangs.

When she bit into the skin over his jugular vein, he moaned softly and stiffened slightly, then he went limp as her mental commands caused him to relax once again.

As his warm, salty blood flowed into her mouth, she drank, feeling her face coarsen and begin to coalesce into her Vampyre persona.

Within minutes, her skin began to feel hot, then it burned and itched under the influence of the hormones that the feeding released into her bloodstream. Her breasts swelled and her nipples became hard. Her arms went around his shoulders and she pulled his neck tighter against her mouth. She felt him become hard as he pushed his pelvis against hers, his eyes blank and staring as he panted in desire....