Vincent said as he closed the door.“I am,” Jackie admitted. The boys had said she needed to be able to control her teeth while hungry, that it was the true test of her control and so she hadn’t fed all evening. She was now famished, though she’d been so distracted, Jackie hadn’t realized it until she turned and saw the bag of blood in Vincent’s hand.“Are you hungry enough that just the sight of it will bring on your teeth? Or do you need some help?” he asked, stopping before her.Jackie ran her tongue over her teeth. Her fangs had receded during her embarrassment after the kiss, and—despite her hunger—didn’t appear to be thrusting themselves out now at the sight of blood. She blushed as she realized she’d need help. “I’m sorry,” she began with embarrassment. “But I think I need help.”A slow smile curved Vincent’s lips as he set the bag of blood on the desk, then he slid his arms around her. “Trust me, there is nothing to apologize for. Surely, you can tell that I’m quite happy to help with this?”Jackie blinked as he pressed his lower body against her and she felt the proof of his being happy to help.
