Page 4 of A Vow for the Vamp
He takes the napkin and shakes his head—that irritating smile still on his handsome face—when he realizes I’ve rejected his greeting. I don’t touch humans unless I’m feeding from them. Especially in the summer. My cold skin on a hot and humid night always garners too many curious questions.
Ana was the exception because I knew I’d be compelling her to forget.
“You got a box of tissues in your tits?” he asks and laughs.
His amusement lights up his face, his green eyes shining.
I typically can’t stand happiness. Probably because I haven’t been happy in centuries. But this man’s energy is endearing. It could also be Ana’s blood kicking in. Fuck. She had more than booze tonight. Drugs, definitely. Molly maybe? Ecstasy?
Whatever it is, it’s making me horny. I find myself… attracted to this golden retriever man.
I’m horrified.
“No, I’m not storingtissuesin my tits. I’m storing napkins. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go—”
I try to walk around this man and once again he steps in my way.
I zero in on his eyes.
“You will move and let me pass. Then you’ll go into that bar,” I nod over my shoulder, “and clean yourself up. Do you understand me, young man?”
His eyes widen slightly before he bursts into laughter.
“Young man? You can’t be much older than me.”
What the hell? My compulsion didn’t work? Is Ana’s blood hindering the ability? No. That’s not it. IknowI’ve compelled humans while intoxicated before.
“Tell me your name.” His voice is rough, full of demand, and my pussy pulses in response.
What the fuck?
“You at least owe me that for beating me up with a door.”
I ignore the way my confused body is reacting to this man and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t beat you up! It was clearly an accident.”
Why am I defending myself to this stranger? To thishuman?
He stands there, arms crossed and that infuriating smile refusing to falter. The streaks of blood on his face only add to his appeal.
He could at least wipe the blood off his palms with the napkin I gave him. I’m practically foaming at the mouth for a taste.
His eyes trail down my body, pausing at my breasts where my traitorous nipples poke through the fabric of my red dress.
“Tell me,” he commands, his voice dropping an octave.
I barely stifle my whimper.
Ok, seriously. What the hell is wrong with me?
You know what? Fuck it. What’s a little more fun tonight when it’s the last one I’ll ever have? This man is gorgeous, and he seems to be into me—I’m most definitely into him. I’d planned to hook up with someone tonight anyway and if Ana hadn’t been a fang chaser, it would have been her.
Maybe this puppy can be my last fuck and feed.
“Fine. You can have my name. It’s Millie.”
“Hello, Millie. Nice to meet you.”
Chapter 2 - Teddy
