You shiver as Ada’s soft lips skim up the side of your neck and shoulder; Claire’s sharp fangs dragging down your chest and lower.

They’ve been all over you all night. And you’re almost sure it’s because of the full, blood moon that’s risen high in the pitch black sky.

You couldn’t pry them off of you if your tried. And, well, you did. Earning a sharp smack to your hip, and a hiss in your ear. Certainly it scared the shit out of you, but you knew they’d never actually hurt you. Ever.

They’re just a bit… testy, tonight.

“Stop squirming so much. Be still.”

You can’t really tell who said that.