Asher waits a moment, kissing Anita's neck softly as he watches her take Jean-Claude in, giving her time to adjust before he lets his canines touch her throat, pricking gently, before sinking in upon Jean-Claude's nod.

He rolls her, not fully, just enough to make his bite pleasureable, his eyelids fluttering, slipping closed as her blood wets his throat, energising him, making his skin tingle.