"Yes, I know," Greg replied, trying not to be angry. Because she wasn't their property, nor did they have any contract with her stating that she couldn't have other Kindred feed from her. She was a grown adult, capable of her own decisions, including who it was she chose to fuck or allow to feed from her. But Greg was frightened, because she'd actually fainted from loss of blood, and it scared the fuck out of him. In becoming their Vessel, Skye had become a part of them, and a part they were very keen to protect. It wasn't that they didn't trust her or allow her to make her own choices so much as that Greg was just genuinely scared for her.

"Skye, you're a grown woman, and you are neither our slave nor our servant. You may be fed on or fucked by any Kindred you so choose. All we want is your safety. Even if you one day chose to no longer serve as our Vessel, we would still care very deeply for you and want only the best for you, and that very much includes your personal safety." He was being honest here, and his face told the whole tale. "He overfed from you?"