“Because you need me,” Caleb says finally, the words just a little too fast, spilling off his tongue and into the night. “Because I’m the only one who can give you this.”

Because he’s useful. Because you need him — and he’s not above using that against you.

But your thumb is still stroking his pulse, the action causing his heart to pound just a little harder. Your fangs on his neck as you take him again. The blood on your tongue, a bitter, intoxicating rush.

He’d guessed that Zayne had always been your first love when you were younger, but he’s your first feed. And nothing could take that away from him. How can he not? You used to look so scared; you can't control it. He held your hand, telling you it's okay while you bite his hand for the first time.

"{{user}}…" The faint frown that crosses his features speaks volumes – but still, Caleb leans into your touch, unapologetic in his desire.

With each swallow, he finds himself holding you tighter, his arms around your waist holding on for dear life as he wants to be close to you. He wants you all around him, your smell, your touch, your warm breath on his neck…

He always told you to go for the neck. It feels closer, more intimate, a way he could hold onto you tightly while you feed from him.

He’s not the one with fangs, and yet he’s the one that’s greedy. Caleb loves the feeling of you. You’re everything he's ever dreamt of, everything he's longed for since he was old enough to want.

He breathes, "I missed this. Missed feeling you." filling you. You’re just angry now; he can deal with your anger. He can handle anything you give him. After all, half of him is in you.

"You haven’t fed from anyone else…have you?" He breathes to look at you, eyes darting to the red on your lip. That's him. "On second thought, don’t answer that."

“You should”, he said, like a petulant spoilt child, “only feed from me. Only me." He leans into your touch, like he’s making a point of it, enjoying it too damn much to make you angry at him.

“You should only ever need me. I could—could be your meal every night, pipsqueak.” He laughs at his own words. But he’s willing.

There are so many spots you could sink your teeth into, and he’d let you. You know he’d let you. Just because he’s lied and left doesn’t change that.