Page 43 of A Vow for the Vamp
“Actually, Otis plays here often, so…”
I sigh, because she’s trying to make a joke and it’s kinda adorable, but I’m also mad at her.
Well, not so much mad but frustrated because she’s been keeping things from me.
“What does it mean to claim me?”
“They just want to see me feed from you. I can say you are mine all I want, but to drink from you in front of everyone secures your safety. It’s a rite of passage of sorts. No one will dare touch you.”
“But you fed from me earlier. I still have the marks.”
I graze my fingers over the spot, but I barely feel puncture marks.
“I used my blood to heal it. I wasn’t sure if you would want them…” She looks away. “Drinking from you in private doesn’t prove my protective claim over you. I have to do it around other supernatural beings. Almost like I’m a dog marking my territory.”
Okay. I suppose that makes sense. Or doesn’t.
“I thought one of the rules was no feeding in public?”
“This is a private establishment for supernaturals. It’s considered neutral territory. We can feed if given permission. Or if it is to claim a human to protect them.”
The idea of her feeding from me while they all watch makes my cock harden. I press it against her, and her eyes flare black.
“Drink from me now,” I say and dip her. When I bring her back up, I plant a kiss on her lips. Her mouth moves over mine, slowly. Appreciatively.
The kiss is quick because Millie is the one who pulls away. I’d fuck her here in front of everyone if she’d let me.
“I don’t know, Teddy.”
I twist her around, her back to my front, allowing me to bring my wrist to her mouth.
The entire room seems to lean in. They’re watching us. Everyone is staring our way with fangs bared or eyes glowing. It should scare me, but instead, I’m eager.
And extremely turned on.
Millie hesitantly wraps her fingers around my forearm and brings her lips to my flesh.
Otis continues to play, but the notes fade away and all I see and hear andfeelisher.
My vampire queen.
I press my lips to her neck and whisper, “I’m yours.”
She sinks her fangs into my wrist, and I groan at the brief sting of pain. My free hand slides over Millie’s front, squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple.
She moans and clutches my arm tighter, growling as she draws my blood from the bite.
I don’t care that all eyes are on us. My hand slips beneath the bottom of her dress, and I push aside her panties.
“So wet, my queen,” I say before plunging two fingers inside her.
She bucks against me as I curl my fingers, grazing her g-spot. I start pumping in and out slowly because I know how much that frustrates her. When she moves her hips, signaling that she wants me to fuck her faster, I speed up my thrusts.
It doesn’t take long to build Millie up to her release. Maybe it’s because we’re being watched. Or maybe it’s my blood. A combination of both? Whatever the reason, the moment I press my thumb over her clit, she unlatches from my wrist to scream out as an orgasm washes over her.
I let her shakes subside before removing my fingers and shoving them into her mouth.
She licks them clean.
