Klaus meant being bitten. This...this was a different game. A dark sort of kink. But he would lie if he said it didn't turn him on.

He eyed Kersen and leaned in, kissed his wrist and then sucked. It was such an intimate thing, strange and... And as he tasted the blood, he instantly felt why Kersen had done it. He felt alive. More alive than he'd ever felt. It was awesome. He wanted more. So he sucked.