Even if he shouldn't take more, Nathaniel does nothing to stop Asher. He likes feeding his vampire, he enjoys the feeling far too much to end it.

The pain of fangs in his flesh causes another soft cry to leave Nathaniel's lips, echo off the tile in the room. He closes his eyes, relishes the pain in his neck and head from his hair being pulled like that. Nathaniel moves as best he can to bring Asher pleasure while his hand continue to pump himself. It all feels wonderful, too good, and Nathaniel lets himself be carrier away on it until he's trembling in Asher's lap, so close to coming that his balls actually ache.