Chapter 16

“Then the stories of vampires—”

“They are true for the most part. I’m an anomaly. A freak. An outsider to the darkness where others live.”

“How do you keep your identity a secret? I mean after the sex.”

“When it’s over, I alter his memory. He forgets ever knowing me.”

“If that’s the only thing holding you back, then bite me. I want you to.”

“No.” I looked at him.

“You’ve done it to others, why not me?”

“The other men meant nothing to me. They were a means to an end. Nothing more.”

“And me?”

“I feel something for you, Cliff. I don’t know what it is. Lust, love, maybe just a man-crush. The truth is I’ve not felt this way since my transition into this new way of life. I can’t alter your memory. I care too much for you.”

“Then don’t.” He pushed me back against the couch. He straddled my lap. His erect cock pressed against me. His precome, leaking like a faucet, smeared across my skin and through the hair as he rubbed himself against me.