The Feeder by E.M Reders

Thayne if I can sleep with him?
    Well, not sleep with him. You know what I mean. Not that I would really mind that. I had plenty of times already… in my dreams that is. But in reality, that was one thing that could not happen. It would be too dangerous.
    Vampires tended to mix sex with feeding, and that was something I could not allow to happen. It was bad enough having to feed Gideon. If I allowed Thayne to have even just a taste I was in no doubt that I would then be forced to become his personal feedbag also. It wasn’t that I thought Thayne was like that, the kind of vampire that would demand ownership over a human, but it was just the way it was for people like me. One taste and we were either forced into slavery – like I was with Gideon – or dead.
    The worse thing was that if I could have, I wouldn’t have minded Thayne biting me. I had seen him feeding the other night from across the club. The way he had held Jess, pinning her back against his chest as he lowered his face to her neck. A shiver ran through me every time I thought about it. I longed for him to hold me like that, for his lips to be against my flesh.
    Oh hell, I was never going to get any sleep with those thoughts in my head. Groaning, turning over and burying my face in my pillow, I was just starting to relax when I heard a noise, a creak.
    What was that?
    Frozen in fear, I strained to hear more, and for a moment, I thought it was my brain playing tricks on me… until I heard it again. Without thought I dived from the bed, grabbing my robe off the door as I flew out of the room, out of my apartment and down into the club. There was no way I was going to be staying up there alone. No way in hell.
    “Thayne?” I shrieked as I raced through the club. “Thayne?”
    One moment I had been alone, tears running down my face as I screamed for him. The next I was in his arms, pulled tight to his chest, being rocked gently as he hushed me, promising that everything would be okay. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
    “There’s someone up there,” I hiccupped, his body tensing in response to my words. “I heard something.”
    “Where? Where did you hear something?”
    “In my room. I was in bed when I heard some weird creaking noise. I’ve never heard anything like it before, Thayne. Never.”
    “Okay,” he nodded. “Go down to my room and stay there, do not move. I’ll go and check this out,” he said, turning me towards the door to the cellar.
    “No! Don’t leave me,” I cried. I couldn’t do it, couldn’t go down into the darkness of the cellar alone.
    Spinning around, I pressed myself again him, my hands meeting naked flesh as I made to fist them in his shirt. A shirt he wasn’t wearing.
    If I hadn’t been so desperate for him not to leave me, I probably would have stepped back, recoiled in shock and embarrassment the moment my hands met his skin, but I didn’t. Burying my face in his chest, I found comfort in his embrace, his touch.
    “Thayne, I don’t want to be alone. Don’t leave me. Please.”

 
    Thayne
    “Please,” Eve whimpered, need and passion burning in her eyes. “I need you.”
    Now those were the words I wanted to hear.
    Giving into her demands – and the needs of my own body, to be honest – I thrust deep into her moist, welcoming heat. “Thayne,” she gasped, gripping my shoulders tightly. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she tried to get me to move, to thrust, but not yet.
    “Thayne. Please,” she begged, tilting her hips.
    “Thayne?” she yelled again when I continued to remain still. But something was wrong. While I heard the words, her lips didn’t move.
    “Thayne?” Panic laced her voice, but again the Eve beneath me didn’t move an inch.   
     
    A dream. Another damn dream. Every night it seemed I found myself plundering into Eve’s welcoming body, only to wake the next night and discover that it was only a dream.
    “Thayne.”
    But if this was a dream and the voice I could hear, the