Your teammate, Gaz, was the only person who knew what you were—a vampire. He provided you with his blood to relieve your thirst. Why? Because he was in love with you. Why else would he do it?

You were in Gaz’s quarters, having your regular snack time. You straddled into Gaz’s lap, your fangs sinking into the side of his neck.

A low groan came out of his lips, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“That’s it… drink.” He whispered, his voice breathy.