Page 2 of A Vow for the Vamp
She’s half my size too.
Being fat was never an issue when I was turned. I was immortalized with a soft and jiggly stomach, thick and cottage cheese thighs, stretch mark-riddled arms, and an extra chin. This body of mine was never seen as negative, and people certainly never shamed me for my size and loving my plentiful curves.
Now? I’m basically invisible. For a vampire, that works quite well when most of the world doesn’t know about our existence.
Like right now. No one suspects I’m following the blonde into the bathroom to consume her blood. I’m just one of the girls, joining a friend for a pee break because these modern women rarely make solo trips tothe restroom, especially when the night involves copious amounts of booze.
The moment we enter the single toilet room, I lock the door. The woman is at the sink, gathering paper towels and wetting them under the water. She turns and walks to me, a smile spreading across her face. She’s young. At least twenty-four if I were to guess.
“Can I?”
I nod and without breaking eye contact with me, she slides the paper towel over the dress, from my cleavage and my stomach down to my crotch where the majority of the drink spilled. She rubs over the area, slowly at first, before picking up speed and putting pressure on my cunt. Then she secures a hand on my shoulder and walks us until my back hits the wall.
This woman is shorter than me. I’m five six. She has to be close to five feet, but our height and weight difference doesn’t stop her from taking control—something I rarely hand over.
But there’s something sexy about a woman who knows what she wants.
The paper towel drops to the floor, and she reaches her hand underneath the bottom of my dress to find my black laced panties soaked. She pushes the fabric aside.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” she purrs and slides two fingers inside me.
She curls the tips, causing me to moan. I briefly close my eyes and lean my head back against the wood.
“You have?” I ask, breathless.
“Yes, baby, and you’ve barely glanced my way.” She pouts, but it’s hard to pay attention to what she’s talking about as she pumps her fingers in and out of me like a goddamn expert.
“Are you saying…”moan.“You spilled that drink...”Fuck.“On purpose?”
She presses her thumb to my clit and massages, and because it’s been a while since I’ve indulged in casual sex, I explode into an orgasm. While my body shakes with the release, she grabs my hair and pulls my head back to press a kiss to my neck.
“Mhm. Guess it worked.”
She licks the spot she kissed and removes her fingers from my cunt. That mischievous smirk I spotted after she spilled the drink on me returns as she licks off my pleasure.
“Tasty,” she says.
As she’s at the sink washing her hands, I walk up behind her. I wrap an arm around her waist, cup her chin, and tilt her head. We lock eyes in the mirror, and I expect to see fearstaring back at me, but maybe she’s too drunk to notice mine have turned black.
I can smell her arousal.
She closes her eyes. “Do it. I know who you are.Whatyou are. Bite me.”
This has happened to me before. Fang chasers. People who know of our existence and seek us out. They get off when we feed from them, craving the adrenaline of having their lives in our hands.
I’m not sure how she knew I was a vampire. Maybe she recognized me because I’m considered important in my world. Fang chasers know all the high-profile vamps.
Whatever the reason, I don’t care.
“What’s your name?”
“Ana,” she responds, her chest heaving and her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her top.
“Beautiful name, Ana. I’m going to bite you now, okay?” My voice lulls her into a hypnotic compliance. “You won’t remember this tomorrow. Tomorrow you’ll wake up after a fun night out drinking with friends. You had too much and got sick in the bathroom.”
She may know of our existence, but I can’t have her remembering my face. I definitely can’t get caught feeding in public. I didn’t care to follow any rules tonight since I don’t plan to be around tomorrow. It’s why I ditchedmy security team, something I do often when I want to be alone. Still, I don’t want a dramatic exit. If I let Ana remember tonight, she might go around bragging about her bathroom hookup with a plus-size vamp with the midnight hair and silver and black eyes.
The eyes always give me away.
