Page 3 of A Vow for the Vamp
Ana nods, biting her lip. Her pupils dilate until all that is left is a ring of blue.
She gasps when my mouth descends on her neck, my fangs sliding out and piercing her skin. When her blood pours into my mouth, I moan the same time she does.
Damn, this is hot.
Once her eyelids start drooping and her heartbeat slows, I know she’s close to passing out, and it’s time to stop feeding.
I pull away and prick the pad of my thumb, dabbing my blood on the fang holes, then brushing her long hair over her shoulder to hide the bite. It will heal faster with my blood, but it’ll take a couple hours to disappear.
“You were such a good girl,” I say, and she turns around. She leans in for a kiss, but I hold up my finger. “Go back to your friends, tell them you threw up in the bathroom and you’re going home. Keep your hair over your neck. Okay?”
With a nod, she leaves the bathroom.
I check my reflection, making sure I didn’t make a mess of that feeding, then grab my clutch and walk out.
The bar has become packed with people, standing shoulder to shoulder as it nears nine at night. Now that I’ve fed—and came, thanks to Ana—I have no reason to stay.
Just under nine hours until dawn and I have a few loose ends to clear up before facing the sun.
I squeeze myself through hot bodies. Everyone’s drunk or entranced in conversation and no one notices me struggling to slip out. By the time I reach the door, I’m agitated as hell and aggressively sling the door open… only for it to slam into something hard.
Not something…someone.
“Ow!” a deep voice says.
When I emerge, I find a blond man cupping his nose.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” I say and try to keep walking.
He moves to block my path.
A coppery rust scent hits me, and my fangs drop despite feeding just minutes ago.
Fuck.
He’s bleeding.
And it smells divine.
“That’s all you have to say? Shit, sorry?” he asks, his voice muffled behind his hands as he conceals his injury.
I narrow my eyes at him. My cold stone stare typically scares people away as if they recognize the predator standing before them.
Not this man.
He straightens his shoulders and drops his arms, revealing his face. It’s stained with streaks of blood from his nostrils, down his chin, to his light blue, short-sleeved, V-neck shirt.
He’s taller than me, perhaps six foot to my five foot six. And he’s big. Broad shoulders, wide chest, strong arms, but his stomach is a little soft. Not technically plus-size like me, but not ripped either.
A dad bod.
He smiles, blood staining his teeth too. It takes everything in me to retract my fangs and keep them there.
I’ve never smelled blood so delicious.
“Where are you heading in such a hurry?” He holds out his hand, his palm covered in blood. “I’m Teddy. You are…?”
“Sorry about your nose,” I say, pulling a napkin from my cleavage and handing it to him. I keep them there in case I spill during feedings, but he needs it more. Especially since I’m seconds away from jumping this man and ripping his throat out so I can have a taste of that mouth-wateringblood of his.
