embrace. His hands moved over my body, deftly.
I arched my back and savoured each tingly touch. His scent overwhelmed me. He smelt of dead deer and sweat, which once I would’ve found revolting, but as a vampire I relished. I breathed him in deeply. He pulled away for a second and stared at me intently, and I felt my cheeks flush. “You are special, Zoey,” he said. “But I don’t think I can do this.”
My spirits immediately dropped. “Why?” I said. “Why can’t you? I want you to, Galahad. I’ve never done it before, and I want you to be my first.” I meant every word. My body ached, pulsed for him. Every fibre of my being was infused with an electric energy that pulsated when he touched me. My hands were sweaty and my heart beat in my chest aggressively. My mouth was dry and my breasts were tingling, and other things were happening to my body that I’d never felt before, things that I’d heard adults talk about . . .
“It’s hard to explain,” he said. He looked past me, over at the trees. “It would be like betraying your father.”
“No,” I said, kissing his neck. He didn’t push me away, but neither did he respond. He stood as still as a statue. I stopped after only a few kisses, feeling foolish. “It wouldn’t be a betrayal. If we both want to do it, and we both know we’d enjoy it, then what’s the problem? You’re not going to say that you’d hurt me or anything as cheesy as that, are you?”
He smiled at that. “No,” he said. “I wouldn’t hurt you. I can control myself. It’s just . . . oh, screw it.” He lurched forward and kissed me.
Once again my body filled with warmth and tingled, and I was too caught up in our pleasure to ask him why he had suddenly changed his mind. This time he wasted no time and he undressed me in a matter of seconds.
I tore his top off and started to kiss his chest. His muscles were hard under my lips and I could taste his sweat, and it’s then that I realised that my teeth were aching almost as strongly as other parts of my body. I looked up at him and bared my teeth, and he nodded eagerly.
I smiled and sunk them into his flesh. It was hard, because his chest was rock-hard with muscle, but eventually they punctured him. His blood flowed into me instantly. I sucked hard, feeling my body fill with pleasure and desire as his chest hardened in my mouth.
The blood came in slow pulses and each swallow made me feel strong and brought new waves of pleasure. My breasts were aching and so was the rest of me. After a while he pushed me onto my back and pulled his trousers down. I opened my legs, staring at him. I was a little scared and nervous, but mostly I just wanted it to happen.
It was my first time, and it was incredible.
As the weeks turned into months, my life became a blissful dream.
I spent my days learning how to be a proper vampire. Galahad taught me how to hunt different kinds of animals. He showed me how he climbed the high trees and waited for birds to pass, and then launched himself through the air at them. He showed me how to sneak up on rabbits and squirrels, and how to fight foxes. He even killed a bear.
We also had restraint lessons. These were because vampires had to limit the number of humans they killed and fed on to one per town per year. When he’d first told me, I’d been disgusted. How could they kill any humans at all? But then he said that if the Council of the Undead didn’t let vampires kill at least some humans, then they’d simply ignore the rules and go on a rampage, and more humans would die as a result.
When I’d asked