Page 22 of A Vow for the Vamp
“Are you two trying to hypnotize me or something?”
They share a glance before Millie takes my arm and pulls me to a stool, sitting me down. Okay, she’s definitely a vampire. Her grip is strong, almost bruising, and if I tried to peel myself from her hold, I wouldn’t be able to.
Where was this strength when we fucked?
I can’t believe I had sex with a vampire.
I swallow to wet my dry throat. I’m trying not to panic at the fact thatvampires are real.I take in deep breaths, but that only results in me inhaling more of Millie’s scent.
Now is not the time to get a boner, Teddy!
“His heart is racing,” the other woman says, amused.
Millie goes to the fridge and removes a beer, twisting the cap off as if it was nothing. She slides the bottle over to me.
I chug it halfway down.
“What are you?” Millie asks, watching me wipe away the beer that spilled on my chin. Her silver eyes light up at the movement and she licks her lips.
Silver eyes.I thought they were light blue when we met. Why wouldn’t I think they were blue? No one has silver eyes. Wait. I’m pretty sure they were darker, black almost, when we were fucking. I assumed it was her pupils dilating because she was turned on. To be fair, I also wasn’t thinking clearly while my cock was inside her perfect cunt.
Wait.
Does she have black eyes because she’s an undead demon from hell?
“What am I?” I ask, my voice an octave higher. “What are you? You’re the one talking about feral vampires and attempting to hypnotize me or some shit and…” I wave my hand up and down her body. “Looking like a sexy vampire queen with your silver eyes that I’m ninety percent sure turned black while we fucked and OH MY GOD.”
My fingers ghost over my lips. It still stings when I press down.
“You bit me! And you sucked on my lip! You drank my blood!”
“He talks a lot, doesn’t he?” asks the smiling woman standing next to Millie. “Like an overactive golden retriever puppy. So much energy.”
“Yeah,” Millie chuckles, arms crossed. “I find it rather charming, to be honest.”
She lifts her hand, and I flinch, which makes her frown. She continues on until she’s brushing back a piece of my hair that’s fallen into my eyes.
“I’ll ask again,” she says, her fingernails scraping over my scalp. My eyes unwillingly roll to the back of my head at how fucking good that feels. “What are you, and why can’t you be compelled?”
Compelled? Right. Like in vampire movies.
Oh, God. I’m going to die tonight.
I slap Millie’s hand away. “I’m human!”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I squirm in my seat. Fuck, why does she have to be devastatingly gorgeous?
“Youtellmewhat the fuck you are,” I growl.
God, what am I even saying? Am I really asking someone if they’re an undead creature of the night?
I’ve lost my mind.
But I need an answer.
I cross my arms over my chest and Millie’s eyes fall to my forearms. Whatever she sees causes her pupils to expand.
That’s how her eyes looked during sex.
