Page 45 of A Vow for the Vamp
She squirms, trying to get me to move.
“Is that like a soulmate?” I ask, and she winces. “Of course. It all makes sense.”
“What?”
“This connection between us. I mean, I’ve had one-night stands before but never any like this.”
I pull out of Millie only to slam back in. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I piston into her.
“Bite me again. All my blood is yours.”
She shakes her head. “I took too much—”
“Take more.”
I drop my hold from her throat so she can press her mouth against my neck. She scrapes her teeth over the skin. I moan, nearly coming as I pump into her faster, harder.
She’s no longer holding in her screams.
“That’s right Millie. Scream so everyone in this neighborhood and inside the club hears how well I fuck you. No more whispering, right?”
“Yes,” she wails.
She’s close and right before she comes, I stop. She fists my shirt and tries to move her hips, but I have her pinned to the wall.
I tease her with a soft kiss and lick a fang. Then I kiss her harder, allowing the sharp canine to pierce my bottom lip. She greedily drinks the blood that slowly pools out.
I start fucking her again.
“Feed from me, Millie.”
“What if I can’t stop?”
“You were able to stop when feeding from me on the dance floor. And you stopped right before I stabbed you earlier. I trust you.”
She’s already worked up enough that it takes a few more pumps for her to come.
Her fangs sink into my neck the moment her pussy walls choke my cock, and I’m sent over the edge with her. I wait until every last drop of cum is inside her before I withdraw. Millie stops drinking from me, refusing to take much of my blood this time.
“Now,” I begin, tucking my dick back in my pants and zipping up. I help Millie smooth out her dress and fix her hair. “When we go back inside, every supernatural being will smell my cum dripping from your cunt and they’ll see your bite on my neck. There will be no doubt who I belong to.”
We move to walk inside, but Millie whips around and pushes me behind her. Her guards rush out, but she holds up a hand, stopping them from advancing.
“What the hell, Millie?”
“Quite unbecoming of a queen to fuck a human while feeding from them in public,” a dark voice says.
A man appears from the shadows, holding up a delirious blonde woman in front of him. Blood drips from her neck and streaks down the front of her white dress. He clearly fed from her and didn’t stop.
I gulp. “Is she…”
“Dead?” He tosses her to the ground as if she’s a doll. “She will be soon.”
He sniffs the air, which is something I’ve noticed a lot of supernatural beings doing tonight.
“This human of yours smells delectable, Mildred. Would you consider sharing him? Like old times?”
“Fuck you, Henry,” Millie growls, and I’ve never heard her sound so… territorial. Not even with Layla.
