Page 10 of A Vow for the Vamp
Controlling myself around humans hasn’t been an issue for centuries. Yet that feral need to devour Teddy ignites within my body and climbs up my throat. He presses his hard cock against my soft stomach, and I moan into his greedy mouth.
His blood isintoxicating.
It’s only a taste, whatever stained his lips from his nosebleed, but it leaves me panting for more. I’ve drunk the blood of many humans over my lifetime, and no one has ever made my body feel so…heated.
I need to stop before I kill him.
I press my palm on his chest and gently push. He pulls away, breathing heavily, and the blush on his face deepens.
I cover my mouth with my hand, hiding my fangs—which refuse to stay sheathed—and his blood now smeared on my lips and chin.
“I’m sorry. Was that... Did I...”
“You did nothing wrong. I just... need to slow down or I might just eat you up,” I say jokingly.
I’mnotjoking.
Teddy smiles, combing his fingers through his blond locks. “You’re right. I was seconds from tossing you onto the couch and—”
I hold my finger over his lips because if I let him finish that sentence, I’ll take my chances and let him have his way with me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say, turning away before he can focus on my black eyes. They darken when I’m aroused, and I don’t want to scare him away just yet.
I lead him down a long hallway to a guest bathroom and grab a towel from the storage closet.
“I’ll find you a change of clothes,” I say and set the towel on the counter.
I step out, waving my hand at the bathroom, and he goes inside, closing the door but leaving it open a crack.
I head to a spare bedroom where I keep a closet full of clothes—most are mine that I love, but no longer wear. But I also keep a few outfits on my shelves for situations like this where I bring a human into my home and, for whatever reason, they need a change of clothes.
Though, I’ve never been inthisspecific situation where I hit a man with a door and cause his nose to bleed all down the front of his body.
I find a pair of jeans that I hope are his size and a T-shirt. It’s a Milli Vanilli concert shirt from 1990, a year afterthe infamous lip-syncing incident revealed they weren’t actually singing their own songs.
It was a bummer, but the songs are still fire.
I’ll say I found the shirt at a thrift store in Brooklyn, but I actually bought it at their live show in Philly. I wore it once or twice, then stored it away.
I knock on the door and Teddy immediately opens it. Shirtless.
My eyes take in his body. He’s a beefy man with stocky arms, tree trunk thighs, and a stomach that’s not defined by abs.
“Millie,” he whispers, witnessing me checking him out.
I hold out the clothes to him.
“I wasn’t sure if you needed jeans so…”
He takes the pile. “Thank you. Do you want—”
“Something to drink?” I ask, interrupting whatever he was about to say. If it was to ask me to join him in the bathroom, I would have jumped on the opportunity.
Why am I acting like this? I’m all but drooling over this man. Certainly, Ana’s blood wasn’tthatpotent.
“Um, sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“I don’t think you’d like—never mind. I’ll grab you a beer.”
