Stile's eyes widened when Derek unexpectedly offered his forearm to him. His offer wasn't something he had enough will power to refuse. All he could offer was a moment of hesitation. This was Derek Hale. Not someone he had ever in his wildest dreams (and yeah he had some pretty twisted fantasies) imagined feeding off of.
Then again, Derek had enough strength to push him off if he got too greedy and it's not like there was much of a chance of him taking too much blood. Not with werewolf healing abilities.
With that little safety in place, he let loose the chokehold of control he had on himself.
He sprang forward, small yet cold hands gripping that muscled arm. His eyes were pure red, fangs fully extended as he lowered his head. His bite wasn't exactly neat or practiced. He sank his fangs in deep without an warning at all.
Once he punctured the werewolf's flesh, he began to suck. Drawing mouthfuls of rich, potent alpha blood, swallowing greedily over and over again. The sounds he was making seemed to suggest this wasn't entirely all about food. It was erotic in the strangest of ways....
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Date: 2012-12-24 08:44 pm (UTC)Then again, Derek had enough strength to push him off if he got too greedy and it's not like there was much of a chance of him taking too much blood. Not with werewolf healing abilities.
With that little safety in place, he let loose the chokehold of control he had on himself.
He sprang forward, small yet cold hands gripping that muscled arm. His eyes were pure red, fangs fully extended as he lowered his head. His bite wasn't exactly neat or practiced. He sank his fangs in deep without an warning at all.
Once he punctured the werewolf's flesh, he began to suck. Drawing mouthfuls of rich, potent alpha blood, swallowing greedily over and over again. The sounds he was making seemed to suggest this wasn't entirely all about food. It was erotic in the strangest of ways....