"They haven't changed much," Alcuin admitted softly, since he had told Eric about them that first time they'd been together. He gasped in pleasure when Eric scraped his fangs against his chest. "Here mostly, you're in my bed as if waking me. Sometimes you're rough. Sometimes it's more a feeling, an image. I wake up hard and aching, with an image of your body and of white sheets covered with drops of blood."