Practical or not, it was one of Matt's favorite parts of feeding that wasn't the feeding itself. The sweat that his tongue collected always tasted different, tainted with fear or pleasure.

Matt growled again, grinding himself into her as one arm wraps around her waist, the other coming around to grab her ass as he pulls her off the wall.

"I hope you don't have anything to do this afternoon," he breathed with a dominating tone as he headed them towards his bedroom. "I'm going to fill my bed with your scents and sounds so that I can keep you while you're away."