Milo's pov

I didn't want to leave my room. I didn't want to have to look anyone in the eyes.

Feeling disgusted, I did a horrible thing.

Declan walks back into the room, "baby..." he whispers, his hand resting on my back gently.

"Talk to me...please. Nero is becoming desperate. I'm getting sick of his whining." He speaks softly as tears start to fall down my cheek.

I felt awful. I was the worst boyfriend ever.

I shook my head aggressively before tugging at the ends of my hair.

He gently pulls the covers down and continues to rub my back. He grabs my hair which is close to ripping my scalp off.

"Shhhh - gently, you're okay." His large hands lift my small body from under me. He places me on his lap, holding the back of my head. My face was nuzzled into his neck, and soft sobs began to escape my lips.

I wrapped my hands around my stomach. I felt like I was the worst boyfriend ever. I did not deserve him.

The pain had become immense, but I didn't deserve to feed. The thought of feeding made me sick to my stomach.

Declan grabbed my facing, cupping my cheeks.

"Tell me, what's going on, Angel?"

A whimper escaped my lips. I didn't mean for the noise to come out. His gentle voice and warm touch made me too comfortable. I was going to break him if I told him.

A tear escaped my eyes as he observed me.

"I-I'm sorry, Declan." I crashed into his neck once more as warm tears fell.

"Talk to me..."

"I fucked up, I-I ruined our relationship." I whimpered. He rubbed my back, not changing patterns; he didn't seem upset.

"Did the doctor touch you?" I shook my head.

"Did Austin?" I sniffled, not giving him a yes or no. He knew the answer. This time, his body tensed.

"I'm so sorry." I cried out. He shook his head.

"Don't." He was furious with me. I hated myself. I shouldn't have told him. I should have said Austin no. Why couldn't I control myself?

He set me back onto the bed. Before leaving the room, a whimper escaped my lips as my door slammed loudly.

I dug my nails into my forearms which held my stomach, as tears continued to rush down my cheeks.

You fucked this all up.

This is your fault, all your fault.

He hates you, and you deserve it.

Warm liquid slipped down my fingers forming a puddle on my bed. I didn't bother cleaning it up. I lay there and continued to sob...

"Milo?" There's a knock at the door as I slowly open my eyes. My body felt weak and exhausted. I didn't think I'd be able to walk if I tried. My body would collapse.

"Declan's not in here?"

I shook my head slowly as Vance asked me, looking around my room nervously.

"W-why? Is he not here?"

Vance shook his head. I threw my covers off, attempting to stand up. A dizzy spell took over me. The room went black for a second. I fell backward on my bed.

"Shit, Milo!" Vance rushed over to grab my body and gently laid my body down on my bed.

"Milo, can I please feed you?" The thought of being fucked after Austin willingly used me made bile rise.

I shook my head with wide eyes, and Vance sighed.

"What about Adorjan?" I shook my head again as tears filled my eyes. I wanted Declan...

Vance closed his eyes tightly, which meant he was seeing something.

"C-can you see where he is?" I questioned. Vance nodded before leaving my room.

"Ill be back," he whispered before softly shutting my door.

I was left alone in my room once more,

It was only a few hours before Declan crashed through my door.

His hair was messy and sporadic. He had blood that ran all down his shirt and on his face. I almost gasped at the sight of him.

"D-did you?"

"I killed him." He whispered.

"Declan..." he shook his head, pulling his shirt over his head and climbing over me.

"It's okay, baby..." he whispered, dropping down to plant a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Look at me..." he gently held my chin, forcing me to watch him.

"Vance wants me to make love to you in your sleep. I don't want to do that, but you're starving; you're an incubus. You need sex, but I need you to consent."

He whispered. His dark brown eyes observed me, his eyebrows were slight raise, and his hand was placed near my head, holding himself up.

I inhaled sharply.

"Y-you're not mad..."

"Of course not, not at you."

"B-but - I didn't say no...I let it happen."

"You're five-two, maybe 125 pounds. You look like you could be fifteen. I wouldn't expect you to fight off a grown adult..." he whispers, tears coming to my eyes once more.

"B-but it felt good..."

"Did it feel better than me?" I shook my head quickly. Of course, it didn't; Declan has done things to my body that no one has ever gotten close to. He's put me in a spiral of pleasure.

"Exactly, so I'm sure you felt pleasure, you're an incubus that's how you feed, I don't blame you, what Austin did was wrong, he deserves what was given to him...but darling, you're getting get hurt if you don't feed soon...so please let me take care of you."

I forced a swallow before nodding. I knew I needed it.

"I promise I'll be gentle."

He slowly lifted my shirt off my torso, following the same path with his lips, kissing down my chest, making me suck in my stomach, as he continued down to my waistline. He carefully unbuttons my jeans sliding them down, before taking my soft cock into his mouth.

My eyes started to flutter shut. He left fireworks anywhere he touched my body.

He felt amazing.

He let a finger find my hole and began swirling around my entrance.

I tried extremely hard to push the feelings of Austin's grimy hands on my body and focus on Declan's soft touch.

Declan was much more softly and more careful than Austin was.

Declan cared about my pleasure.