Kaz laughed gleefully. "I don't think you're in any position to be making demands," he pointed out, tongue sliding over his fangs with surprising dexterity, not nipping or nicking at them at all.
His thumb slid over the vein in Draco's neck, tracing its path, so nice and blue against his fair skin. "You taste good," he murmured, ignoring all of Draco's demands to let go or get away from him. "I remember. Fear makes it all the sweeter. You can even scream if you want to." His thumb pressed in, against his pulse point, feeling it flutter under the skin.