CH78 Do Not Worry

Continuation of Charles's POV:

Pierre stirred on top of me as I felt the sun going down and he moaned as he nuzzled his head against my chest, stretching out on me. He brushed up against my manhood with the movement, causing me to wake up a little more. I groaned before opening my eyes. I glanced around before grabbing my boxers and tried to slip them on. He moved slightly and let me as he felt me moving then leaned into my neck a little. He bit into it without warning and started to drink from me, a small moan escaping him. I gasped and froze up, letting him drink my blood. He pulled his fangs out and licked my neck, cleaning it up before he relaxed and then reached for his boxers, opening his eyes. He put them on and then looked towards the top of the coffin and pushed on it, sitting up on my stomach as he opened it. I frowned as a chill slipped into our hot box.

"Close it," I whined and curled up under him. "It's too cold." He glanced down at me before he purred an