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I scream in pain, jolting underneath her.

That pain quickly turns to pleasure.

My cock grows harder as she draws my blood into her mouth, gulping it down as if she’s tasting human life for the first time. My head tilts back in ecstasy, my eyelids fluttering as they struggle to stay open.

Watch me feed from you.

The mirror.

I force my eyes back open and spot us on the bed, Millie fucking me wildly with her head latched to my neck.

Holy shit, this is hot.

I plant my feet on the bed and drop the knife to wrap my free arm around Millie’s waist for leverage as I meet her thrusts with my own. I watch us, giving ourselves to each other. Millie taking my life to satiate her hunger.

Her cunt squeezes my cock as she gets close to coming and it sends me over the edge. I moan out my release, splattering her walls with my cum.

But she doesn’t stop drinking.

My eyes start to droop, my vision blurry.

There’s something special about your blood.

“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.

I wake 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.

“Didn’t I...”

“Stab me? Yes, but I’m a vampire. I heal fast.”

My eyes jerk up to hers. “Can becoming a vampire fix other things? Like medical things?”

“Being a vampire doesn’t fix anything.”

She stands and walks to the dresser, grabbing a stack of clothes sitting on top. She hands me a black Rolling Stones T-shirt, black jeans, and boxer briefs, then steps back and crosses her arms.

“What if your blood could save lives?”

“That’s not how it works—”

“Save me.”

Her head jerks as if she’s been slapped.

“What?”

“Save me, Millie. I’m dying. I found out today. Well,” I glance at the clock on the bedside table, “yesterday now that it’s past midnight.”

“I told you that’s not how it works,” her voice is barely a whisper, but the room is quiet enough I hear every word .

“Then explain it.”

“Our blood isn’t a miracle cure. It doesn’t heal anything. I’m able to use it to heal bite wounds to keep our existence a secret, but that’s it.”

“But if you were to turn me…”

“If we saved every terminally ill person, the world would be overrun with vampires. We’d have no food. The human race would end.”

Her words sting because I’d expected her to want to save me… to be with me. For what? Eternity? The thought is insane. I’ve known this woman for less than a day.

Then why does it feel as if it’s been a lifetime?

“How long do you have?” she asks, her voice softening and full of compassion.

The vamp has a heart after all.

“Four months.”

“Cancer?”

“Inoperable brain tumor—” My voice cracks and pressure builds behind my eyes.

I start crying.

It’s the first time since finding out that I’ve let myself feel.

“Teddy,” she says, returning to the side of the bed. She stands in front of me, and I bury my head into her bare stomach because she hasn’t pulled her robe closed. “Did you get a second opinion?”

“I got three.” I wrap my arms around her waist and sob. “I don’t want to die.”

Her fingers comb through my hair and her touch sends a wave of comfort through my body.

I don’t understand that. Any of this.

She’s a stranger, yet she feels like my soulmate.

I have a million questions. Like why am I special? Why is my blood special? I open my mouth to start asking, but Millie cuts me off.

“I have an idea,” she says, pulling away from me. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

Out?

Before I can ask her where or what we’re doing, she’s out of the room.

Vampire speed.