My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 17

I gasped and turned my head away from Sariel, unintentionally exposing my neck. He smirked, and leaned even closer, nearly touching my skin. I could feel his cool breath. It gave me a tickling sensation that quickly flooded my entire body.

"Your smell… It makes me want to devour you whole," he whispered seductively.

His words triggered my heart. It began pounding, uncontrollably. He chuckled.

"Don't get too excited or I won't be able to stop myself from sinking my teeth into your neck," he said, smirking, then moved away from me.

I blushed. I couldn't help it. Everything about him was captivating me, to the point where I ignored all my fear.

"When your heart is rushing, it increases your scent. It makes me want to mark you…" Sariel snickered.

"To m-mark me?" I asked hesitantly.

"You know, to leave my teeth marks and make you mine," he explained casually while gazing straight into my eyes.

Chills ran through my entire body, but the shivering I felt wasn't caused by anxiety. It was closer to excitement. I couldn't comprehend my own reactions. My desire for him as a man could have been even stronger than his desire for my blood… I wanted to slap my face just to silence those primitive instincts he had awakened in me. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. There was no way I would let myself submit to him that easily.

"Weren't you going to sink your teeth into me anyway?" I questioned, glaring at him.

He laughed, then returned to his side of the table and sat down, glancing at me.

"I don't force my donners to become them. They all do it willingly," he stated, painting an enticing smirk on his face.

"I bet they do…" I muttered to myself.

Somehow, I felt irritated hearing about "all his donners". That made me want to know how many donners were there exactly…

"I thought you wanted me to give you my blood. Wasn't that the reason you brought me here? Wasn't that what you meant by saying that need to satisfy you?" I asked, daring him.

He chuckled while pouring himself a cup of tea.

"I was just teasing you. I brought you here merely because I was bored and curious about you. Besides, you are the only living witness to what happened at the casino. It was better to make sure you wouldn't talk," he tossed nonchalantly, then took a sip from his cup.

"Then… you don't want… my blood?" I couldn't understand why I felt disappointed.

He grabbed a fork and started eating his salad. I stared at him confused and waited for his answer.

"It's not that I don't want your blood. It's like I said, those who give me blood, they all do it willingly, and they all signed contracts with me first," Sariel stated, then took another bite of the salad.

"I'm confused…" I muttered, staring at him, "You are eating…?"

"I like the taste of food. Vampires can digest it… up to a certain level," he explained.

"Then… what about blood?" I inquired.

"Usually, I drink it once every two or three days, but there are special times when the thirst gets stronger, like at the full moon," he said, faintly smiling.

"And… your donners… and the contracts they signed…" I mumbled awkwardly, hectically trying to come up with a reasonable question.

He burst out laughing, making me completely flustered.

Then he gazed deep into my eyes and said, "Fine, I will satisfy your curiosity. There are five women living in this castle. They are all daughters of businessmen who kind of sold them in order to gain my favor."

"D-did you... mark them all?" I surprised myself that I was able to voice out those words.

He stayed silent for a while, then slightly licked his lip while looking at me. My heart started to beat faster again. I turned my eyes away from him to restrain my poor face from becoming the reddest of reds. I heard him chuckle.

"Their blood is collected and put into blood bags. I never drink directly from them because that would be… troublesome," he sighed.

My mood suddenly improved, even though I was still unable to understand my weird, unexplainable enviousness.

"Why would it be troublesome?" I continued my questioning.

He gazed at me seductively once more.