Eric nipped again, at her shoulder. This time, he drew a small drop of blood. He let it roll across the skin before he followed the trail with his tongue.
"I'm not against angry sex." He purred it into her ear. He had to wonder what kind of damage Hank could inflict on him now. Previously he'd been strong, but what Eric had seen when he'd found the overturned hotdog cart had been beyond what had been displayed on the roof. Plus, now there were fangs and claws.
"There might be actual blood loss." He mused. "I might come back to you in need of replenishment. A chance that perhaps I couldn't heal it all before finding you again. Then you would get to look and study, and you would get to smell him all over my flesh."