Another vampire's blood was anything but sating, and in fact, made him even hungrier. A long moan vibrated through him as Stefan bit down into his throat. His pace never stopped, but he his hunger drove him onward once the blood was in the air. "Stefan..." The other vampire's name was a whisper against his skin.
Arik didn't want to stop, but his nerves felt at end like he was ready. His hand moved faster over the other vampire, demanding, expecting the release at the same time or around it. The tiny part of his mind that was still logical knew that biting had been a bad idea, it warned of his hunger, but it also made Arik collide harder against the older vampire. "I want you all over us," he demanded with a growl before biting down on his neck once more. His fingers curled in as if needed nutrition that he could not get from the other no matter how much he tried.
Unable to fight it off any longer, he hit his peak with a moan of the older vampire's name, his head lulling back and a stream of blood running from his teeth. Breathing heavy, his eyes were still red with bloodlust as he looked down at Stefan. If the older vampire did not hold him back he was likely to go attack Claudia. Arik was not a ripper but he was brought up by a psychotic, sadistic vampire that showed his hunger the best thing to eat was those one made close to them.