Page 50 of A Vow for the Vamp
Her blood mate.
After growing up feeling as if I was insignificant, with parents who gave me more rules than love and affection, I found it hard to believe that I’m someone special.
I’ve never felt wanted before meeting Millie.
And now she’s worried about Henry still being out there, killing humans and leaving new bodies every day. She said he could come for me, so she asked me to move in and quit my job. I’ve never had anyone be so…territorial over me. That night in the club, hearing her call me ‘mine’ was… erotic. Addictive.
I have no doubt she can keep protecting me from the vampire who sired her.
I didn’t hesitate to accept her offer. Leaving behind my life was easier than I thought. I emailed my resignation to work, telling them I had to move back to Kansas for a family emergency. They didn’t question me, and to be honest, I wasn’t close enough with any of my coworkers for them to pry. They were too busy with their own lives to get wrapped up in mine, and my friends outside of work were more like drinking buddies who I only met up with every once in a while.
I didn’t realize how lonely that sounded. How lonely of a life I’ve lived.
I rarely talk to my parents anymore. They disapprove of the life I’ve made for myself. They’ve grown further and further apart from me ever since college when they made it clear how much they disapproved of me drinking and partying. Now I see them maybe once a year, either for Thanksgiving or Christmas—never both. We’ll call each other on birthdays. They even send me a card with a twenty-five-dollar gift card to a coffee shop.
When I learned I had an inoperable brain tumor, it was my chance to escape. With no one to tell, no one to console me, I accepted that my life was over. Then I met this woman who’s made me question my entire existence. She’s opened my eyes to what my life could really be like.
She can save me.
She hasn’t agreed to turn me, but after two weeks of sex and cuddling and getting to know each other, how could she not?
My attraction to her should scare me. I never thought I could commit myself to one person, but the idea of forever with Millie is invigorating.
The blood mate bond is intensifying our connection. It’s consuming. As much as my body is trying to convince me I’m in love with her, I know it’s not true. But I can see myself falling in love with her over time.
We’re enjoying exploring our desires together. She lets me take control, but some nights I’m begging her to dominate me.
Like right now. I’m splayed out like a starfish, my arms and legs tied to the four corners of her bed frame. A blindfold covers my eyes and Millie has a flogger in her hands.
“Such an obedient puppy,” she says and slaps the flogger’s falls over my chest. The leather strikes my nipples hard enough that I arch off the bed and moan. “You look so appetizing right now spread outlike this for me.”
My cock jumps at the menace in her voice. My body recognizes the threat and anticipates the punishment.
“Puppy likes that, doesn’t he?”
The nickname has grown on me.
I’ve always had too much energy; a byproduct of my parents limiting the things I could do. No video games, no television or movies. No technology whatsoever. I had my records, my music—the one thing they didn’t control. I at least expected them to ban so-called ‘risqué’ bands. But they didn’t. My mom loved music. She’s the one who bought me all my albums. Of course, my father destroyed them the first time I got wasted and was found naked in a stranger’s front lawn and arrested for public indecency. I had to call them for bail money.
When I was a kid, and I’d go grocery shopping with my mom, I’d make friends with any stranger who walked by. I’m surprised I was never kidnapped with how trusting I was with strangers. I suppose our small town in Kansas was safe enough, but that was before I learned about the existence of supernatural beings.
My parents let me play by myself outside, but only if it was within our fenced-in backyard. My father at least built me a treehouse when I was five. I’d climb it and pretend I was a knight defending my castle.
The flogger slaps across my thighs.
“Focus! You should only be thinking of me.”
The bed dips and Millie straddles my hips. She rubs her wet cunt over the length of my shaft. I suck in a sharp breath when she grabs my cock and lines it up to her opening.
“I’m going to ride you hard and bring you to the brink of orgasm,” she says and sinks down. “Then I’ll stop, refusing to move until you beg me to let you come.”
I tug on the binds and groan.
“So vocal for me.”
She starts bouncing and digs her nails into my chest. My skin breaks and the sting adds to my pleasure.
“I’m getting close!” I grunt.
