The petite vampire watched her little brother work; he seemed to be doing it correctly as the woman certainly was starting to make certain telltale sounds. Pam moved closer and rested her hand on her brother's shoulder, softly rubbing in slow steady circle.
"You can make her feel whatever you want. You don't need to hold her eyes; it is in us to decided. You can make her long for the bite, or you make her hope to never see the fangs ever again." She watched the woman, her fangs popping as it was a very delicious sight before her.
"You can make her orgasm with it, John Tudor." She laughed softly. "Finish what you want then you heal her."