Page 36 of A Vow for the Vamp
“Millie,” I say, but my voice is weak, and she doesn’t seem to hear it.
I grab her long hair and tug, causing her to growl against my neck.
Hold on to the knife and use it if I can’t control myself.
I feel around the mattress for where I dropped the weapon. My pulse slows, and I’m seconds from passing out when my fingers brush against cold metal. I find the handle and pick it up.
Millie unlatches from my neck, but it’s too late. I’m already plunging the knife into her side.
She screams in pain and jumps off me.
I pass out.
Iwake in a dark room, naked and no longer cuffed to the bed. My head throbs and my neck aches.
The moment I graze my fingertips over the spot where Millie bit me, I moan and a chill ripples through my body. My cock jerks, remembering her sweet cunt choking me as she drank from me. How I came inside her while she drained me of life.
Then she took too much. She said that could happen. Except… she let me go, and I still stabbed her.
I feel around in the dark for my phone or anything to give me light. My hand bumps into the bedside table and then the base of a lamp. My eyes burn when I click it on. I rub my hands over my face and once my vision adjusts, I turn my head and nearly have a heart attack.
“Goddamn it, Millie. You really have to stop appearing out of nowhere. It’s creepy how quiet and fast you move.”
She’s sitting on the bed next to me and smiles. “I’m sorry. I thought you heard me come in.”
“If you wanted me to know you were here, you would have turned on a light.”
She laughs, and it’s such a delicate sound coming from an intimidating, powerful, and bloodthirsty vampire.
“Ok fine, you caught me. I was watching you sleep.”
“For how long?”
“You’ve been passed out for about half an hour. I came in to check on you five minutes ago. Did you know you look like a Victorian child dying of the plague when you sleep?”
“Show me. What did I look like?”
She curls her arms against her chest, wrists limp, and throws her head back, opening her mouth.
I bark out a laugh; one because she actually showed me, and two because that’s exactly how I look when I sleep. My college friends always made fun of me for it. They’d snap pictures while I slept and tease me about it when I’d wake up.
Pain rips through my head and I grab my temples. Okay, no laughing after being nearly drained of blood.
“See. That’s why I didn’t turn on the light. I knew you’d wake up with a headache. Here.”
She picks up two pills from the bedside table and places them in my palm. I don’t even question what they are and pop them in my mouth, chasing them with the glass of water she hands me.
Once I set the empty glass down, I let my eyes travel over her body. She’s in a robe and her hair is wet. I inhale her sweet floral smell and my cock hardens. Her enhanced vampire vision notices and her silver eyes fall to my groin.
Wait.
I did stab her, right? Or was it a dream?
I push the fabric of her robe away, revealing her naked body underneath.
“Teddy,” she warns, lust captivating her voice.
But I don’t stop. My fingertips trace over her sides, looking for the wound.
