you and Chris were snuggled in his bed. or atleast you were. Chris was a whining mess.

pitifully nipping at your wrist and squirming in the sheets.

you on the other hand, was too tired to let him feed. but he obviously needed it. so pathetically hungry and needy.

"pleaseee ma.. need you s'bad.."

Chris would purr against your skin, his sharp fangs gently pricking your flesh.

he would never bite or feed without your permission, but he was struggling. his fangs aching with the need for you, your touch, your attention..

your blood.