"Alright, and once I bite, try not to change into a lycan, ok? And trust me, I have a small stomach, I'll fill up quickly. I mean, even Rogal could provide four feedings, I only need one good one." She reassured him. Looking at Lyk sitting there with his neck to one side, she wasn't sure how to approach him. She could get behind him, or sit in his lap. He was bigger than Rogal, so that made a difference. "You know you'll be only the second person I've ever bit into." Just a little bit of trivia.
She decided to sit on his lap. His legs were together, she approached him from the front and put her legs on either side of his and sat down. Then she could smell his blood coursing so close to the surface....but if their smell got to her, what about their blood? Slowly, she licked the area, feeling his pulse beating against her tongue and the salt seasoning her mouth. The slowly, very slowly, she bit down, pulling him into her chest. It wasn't hard finding a vein, the blood poured out into her mouth rich, hot, tasting like nothing she had ever tasted before. Deeply she drank from him, his blood making her senses reel. The more she drank, the more she melted into him and he felt good against her.
Just as she had said, her stomach filled up more than it had with Rogal, and she pulled out, licking the wound over and over, not wanting any blood to be left on his neck. When she was done, she resting her head on his shoulder and just held him.