“So, who did you drink from?” Spooky asked.
He leaned closer tilting his head to the side. Eldon wondered if the familiar knew what he was doing, if he knew he was tempting Eldon. His gums tingled.
“Yeah who?” Gamble asked. His olive-green eyes bore into Eldon as if his answer would hurt him.
“Why are we back on this subject?” Eldon groaned.
“You wanted us to behave and get along, right? Well, this is us united,” Spooky said. He pointed a finger into Eldon’s chest. “We all agree that you shouldn’t be drinking from just anyone.”
“Last I checked, my fangs belong to no one,” Eldon pointed out.
The car swerved slightly and Eldon made sure to wrap his arms around Spooky to protect him. He was about to ask what the hell was going on when the car slowed down.
“Arden?” Eldon asked but the car was already stopped and the driver's door was open. He rounded the car and yanked the back door open. Eldon pushed Spooky toward the next row of seats and he scrambled over. Sunlight poured in but it was short as Arden shoved his large form into the back. His calloused hand wrapped around Eldon’s throat and his eyes turned to slits.
“Mine!”
The air in the car was sucked out as electricity danced along each of them. Eldon flicked his tongue out, running it over his bottom lip. Had he called Eldon his? His mind was running behind but his body had already responded for him. His legs had opened slightly and he pressed firmly against Arden’s hand.
“Yours.” The word had slipped out without thought as if there was no other possible reply.
“You eat from us and no one else,” Arden demanded.
The knot in Eldon’s stomach tightened and loosened. He shouldn’t hope but it was hard as hell to kill off the desire of hope when each of them continued to feed the beast.
“Okay.”
Arden nodded before pressing his thumb and middle finger along Eldon’s jaw forcing his mouth open. Eldon’s fangs dropped instantly and the dragon traced the long sharp tooth with his finger.
“Who did you drink from?” Bash asked.
All eyes were on him and Eldon gave in. “No one.”
“Then why did you say you ate?” Gamble questioned.
Eldon flicked his tongue over the pad of Arden’s finger. “Because I did. I had three blood bags.”
“But you hate drinking those,” Micha said. His voice was soft but surprisingly firm as he stared at Eldon.
He did. They were gross. It was like drinking sludge. It never retained the taste and even when warmed up, it wasn’t nearly as good. But Eldon hadn't had a choice. Everyone was stressed and the last thing he wanted to do was ask any of them to feed him. They each had their things to go through and although they’d decided to go with Arden it hadn’t felt necessary to ask them when he had perfectly good bags available.
Arden’s hand tightened and Eldon’s gaze was drawn to him once more. “No bags anymore either.”
Eldon shivered. “But if all of you are busy—”
“Then you come over and sink your fangs in one of our necks while we work, or drag us away,” Gamble said. His cheeks were a bit rosy and Eldon wondered if the witch was thinking about the few times he’d drank from him and how his body had responded to Eldon’s touch.
Eldon nodded his head or the best he could with how tight Arden’s grasp was on his neck. If he needed to breathe, he was sure he’d be struggling.
“Good,” Arden said.
He released Eldon and a part of the vampire wanted to demand he didn’t stop.
Another door opened and closed before Arden got back out of the car. Eldon sank back against the seat and Spooky snuggled up next to him again.
“So Gamble and Arden got to feel your fangs but not me?”
Eldon glanced at the familiar and pulled him down his fingers tangled in Spooky’s pitch black hair and forced his head to the side exposing his neck. Eldon’s stomach growled as he brought his fangs down, not caring anymore and unable to quench the desire and thirst he had for the men in the car. He pulled in deep mouthfuls, moaning around the spicy taste that was all Spooky but there was a hint of smokiness that made him think of Gamble and that only made him drink more.