Witches work with supernatural beings all the time, even vampires. They no longer hate us. Well, not all of them. The elders still aren’t our fans, and the United Witch Authority refuses to break the vampire curse.
They made us evil then have the audacity to get mad when we do evil things yet refuse to put an end to it?
I suppose it’s also likely that the witches who cursed us used dark magic and assured there wouldn’t be a way to reverse our curse.
Noran glances at his watch and stands. “I must be going, but do not hesitate to call if you have any other questions.”
He slips his hand into his suit jacket pocket, extracts a card, and hands it to me.
“So, you do have a phone number?”
He chuckles. “Yes, but only a handful of people have it. Don’t abuse it, Queen.”
“I won’t. Thank you,” I say. “I’m sure I’ll be speaking with you soon.”
The moment Noran is out the door, something barrels into me.
Teddy.
He has me pinned to the wall by the throat, fangs bared.
“Layla, leave,” Teddy growls, locking eyes with me. “I need to fuck my mate.”
I watch Layla walk to the kitchen island and grab her purse.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” she says and zooms out of the penthouse, leaving me alone with my newly turned—and apparently extremely horny—fledgling.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask, my voice strained because of the pressure he’s putting on my neck.
“Enough to heareverythingthat man said.”
Teddy sniffs, then inhales deeper. The pupils of his green eyes—now infused with specks of gold—expand and his face lights up withhunger.
“Fuck, Millie, I can smell how turned on you are. Should I squeeze your throat harder?”
He doesn’t wait for my answer and puts more pressure in all the right places.
I whimper and the sound sets him off.
He tears off my clothes…literally.They’re in shreds on the floor. He drops his pants and removes his shirt next. He grabs my leg to hook it around his waist and while he has me pinned to the wall, he slams into me.
I scream and he moans and picks up the pace, realizing he now has vampire strength.
I hold on to his shoulders as he pistons his hips. His mouth crashes against mine, claiming my lips with rough kisses. Since he’s not used to the fangs, the sharp canines scrape and puncture my lips and tongue. The wounds leak blood, which fills his mouth. He growls,possessively.
I’m impressed with how he’s able to control this newfound strength as he squeezes my neck harder. Any otherfledgling would have crushed muscles, ligaments, and more by now.
He’s putting theperfectamount of pressure on my throat.
He slips his free hand between us until finding my clit, massaging it lightly at first then pressing harder.
That’s what sends me over the edge.
He fucks me through my orgasm, then once my pussy stops contracting, he slips out of me and pushes me down to my knees.
I immediately open my mouth and he shoves his cock inside.
“You’re going to swallow all my cum, Millie.”