Page 11 of Her Vampire

I slow my breathing down until my body has stopped its pulsating, and then I wash and get dressed slowly, taking my time as I slide into my silver suit.

Part of living this long is knowing never to rush.

Like with Tammy – I just can’t stop thinking about her – I won’t rush for a moment.

I’ll take my time as I lay her on her back and open my mouth wide, sucking on her entire pussy, her clit, and her lips and her greedy fucking hole. I’ll suck it all until she can’t help but writhe and cream in my mouth.

And then I’ll gulp every drop and—

Stop. It.

My mind has never been this captivated by a woman, but with her, it’s impossible to resist, as though she’s a sorcerer who’s cast a spell on me.

As I walk through my mansion outside the city and to the garage, I can’t help but let my mind roam over an image of Tammy standing in the kitchen, her back to me, and her luxurious oaken hair falling in waves down to her shoulders. Her voice filling the air softly and heavenly, and all our children gathered around her, desperate for a sneaky taste of whatever dish she’s making.

It’s so easy to imagine walking up behind her and kissing the top of her head, enveloping her in my arms, hugging her tightly to me, and telling her I always knew she was the fucking one.

I climb into my window-tinted sedan and let out a growling sigh, a sigh that has no air behind it, but sighing is a habit that’s surprisingly difficult to shake even for a vampire as old as me.

All of this rests on the question of if Tammy is even going to want to see me again.

I can’t stop thinking about the way her features warped when she found out what I truly am, the disbelief that flittered across her face, the resentment, as though I was the world’s biggest monster for putting her in the position to have to storm out on me.

I drive through the city, taking my time, the light of street lamps bouncing off the rain-slick roads. Star and moonlight find its way through the clouds and several buildings are strewn with Halloween decorations, more than one Dracula statue grinning toothily at me as I drive past.

I nod respectfully to him, offering a smirk.

Dracula, the biggest caricature my kind has ever experienced.

But that’s fine.

There’s only me now and I’ve never been the type to get offended when it comes to things like that. Let the mortals think what they want about us.

There’s only one mortal I’m interested in, anyway.

I drive across the city with my window cracked an inch, waiting for the familiar, intoxicating scent of Tammy to drift into the car and fill me with violent longing.

I find myself wishing that my heart was beating hard right now, that my palms were flooded with sweat, that my body was responding like a mortal man’s would. I never knew how I’d feel if I ever found the woman who could turn me into a mortal, but now that I have, the idea floods me with excitement.

To live again.

To eat.

To drink.

To feel the human closeness of her against me, and to cradle a child in my arms, our child.

I grind my teeth together, my fangs retracted.

And then I catch her scent in the air, wafting over to me, but there’s a worrying undertone to it.

Fear.

I’m driving across the bridge and, the closer I get, the more potent her fear becomes.

I pull up on the side of the road and climb the barrier of the bridge, leaning out as far as I can get without toppling into the water below, the waves crashing far softer than the waves that used to speed me to battle upon battle.

I tilt my head and listen, penetrating the thickening sounds of the city, searching for her voice.

And there.

I find it.

“Please, just leave me alone,” she whimpers, her words ghostly and shifting as I listen through the autumn wind. “I just want to go home, okay?”

“Ooh, you’re a real spunky one, ain’t ya?”

“Please,” she says, firmer now. Anger flares in her voice and fierce pride pounds in my chest. “If you don’t leave me the fuck alone, I promise, there’ll be serious consequences.”

“Oh, really?”

Laughter.

There’s more than one.

“Y-yeah,” Tammy says, fear in her voice and swirling in her scent.

I glance back at my car, and then down the bridge and across the section of the city that would take me to her.

No.

It will take far too long.

So instead I leap off the bridge and dive into the water below, crashing into the icy depths and swimming against the current.

For her.

My woman.

My mortal queen.Chapter SixTammySo taking Chipper out for a walk in this area was probably a really stupid mistake.

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