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“ A re you… a vampire?” I ask the woman I just fucked… who’s deathly pale and cold to the touch.

It’s all making sense.

A part of me knew something was different about Millie. The way she speaks sometimes… as if she’s experienced hundreds of years of living despite appearing to be a thirty-year-old woman.

Her penthouse. Old money. Of course! The art on her walls, the memorabilia on her shelves. Her love for music.

She was there. She lived through these eras. She didn’t buy antiques; she bought those items brand new.

“That’s absurd,” Millie says and approaches me .

I swallow the lump in my throat. Sweat lines my forehead and soaks my shirt. Her shirt. I’ve subconsciously been backing away, and now I’m in the kitchen. My back hits the island. Either Millie really is a vampire or she’s part of some vampire worshipping cult that wants to sacrifice me to their God.

Either way, I’m going to die tonight.

I curse. My cock hasn’t gotten the message that we’re scared because it jerks at her nearness and her wonderfully sweet floral smell.

Wait. I fucked a vampire?

Why do I find that hot?

She locks eyes with me, and my heart responds by drumming inside my chest. She smirks.

Can she hear it beating?

Of course she can; she’s a vampire.

“You’re going to forget about tonight,” Millie begins. My head throbs at her words, my vision blurring. Her voice becomes muffled, like she’s talking under water, but I can still understand what she’s saying. It’s the same sensation outside the bar earlier tonight when she tried to order me inside. “Go home and go to sleep. Tomorrow you’ll wake up and remember taking a woman home, but you were too drunk to recall her name or where she lives.”

When she stops speaking, I blink, and everything clears .

“Um… what?”

She jerks back as if I’ve slapped her.

“It didn’t work,” she whispers.

“What didn’t work? Millie.” I sigh. “What is going on? I’m freaking the fuck out.”

The woman who walked in with Millie steps in front of her. She does the same thing, locking her brown eyes with mine and repeating what Millie just said.

This time, I almost believe the words, but the moment she stops speaking, I shake my head.

“Are you two trying to hypnotize me or something?”

They share a glance before Millie takes my arm and pulls me to a stool, sitting me down. Okay, she’s definitely a vampire. Her grip is strong, almost bruising, and if I tried to peel myself from her hold, I wouldn’t be able to.

Where was this strength when we fucked?

I can’t believe I had sex with a vampire.

I swallow to wet my dry throat. I’m trying not to panic at the fact that vampires are real. I take in deep breaths, but that only results in me inhaling more of Millie’s scent.

Now is not the time to get a boner, Teddy!

“His heart is racing,” the other woman says, amused.

Millie goes to the fridge and removes a beer, twisting the cap off as if it was nothing. She slides the bottle over to me.

I chug it halfway down .

“What are you?” Millie asks, watching me wipe away the beer that spilled on my chin. Her silver eyes light up at the movement and she licks her lips.

Silver eyes. I thought they were light blue when we met. Why wouldn’t I think they were blue? No one has silver eyes. Wait. I’m pretty sure they were darker, black almost, when we were fucking. I assumed it was her pupils dilating because she was turned on. To be fair, I also wasn’t thinking clearly while my cock was inside her perfect cunt.

Wait.

Does she have black eyes because she’s an undead demon from hell?

“What am I?” I ask, my voice an octave higher. “What are you? You’re the one talking about feral vampires and attempting to hypnotize me or some shit and…” I wave my hand up and down her body. “Looking like a sexy vampire queen with your silver eyes that I’m ninety percent sure turned black while we fucked and OH MY GOD.”

My fingers ghost over my lips. It still stings when I press down.

“You bit me! And you sucked on my lip! You drank my blood!”

“He talks a lot, doesn’t he?” asks the smiling woman standing next to Millie. “Like an overactive golden retriever puppy. So much energy. ”

“Yeah,” Millie chuckles, arms crossed. “I find it rather charming, to be honest.”

She lifts her hand, and I flinch, which makes her frown. She continues on until she’s brushing back a piece of my hair that’s fallen into my eyes.

“I’ll ask again,” she says, her fingernails scraping over my scalp. My eyes unwillingly roll to the back of my head at how fucking good that feels. “What are you, and why can’t you be compelled?”

Compelled ? Right. Like in vampire movies.

Oh, God. I’m going to die tonight.

I slap Millie’s hand away. “I’m human!”

She narrows her eyes at me, and I squirm in my seat. Fuck, why does she have to be devastatingly gorgeous?

“ You tell me what the fuck you are,” I growl.

God, what am I even saying? Am I really asking someone if they’re an undead creature of the night?

I’ve lost my mind.

But I need an answer.

I cross my arms over my chest and Millie’s eyes fall to my forearms. Whatever she sees causes her pupils to expand.

That’s how her eyes looked during sex.

Is that what happens when she’s turned on? Her eyes turn black?

“Yes. We are vampires. ”

“Mills,” the other woman hisses.

“It’s fine, Layla. He’s figured it out, and he can’t be compelled so we might as well confess.”

“Or we could kill him.”

I blink and Millie has this Layla woman by the neck, up against a wall.

“You will not touch a hair on his head. He. Is. Mine.”

“Jesus, Millie. I’m joking,” Layla wheezes.

“Apologize. Now,” Millie growls.

“I’m sorry,” the other woman says, almost amused.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

The two stare into each other’s eyes for a few more seconds before Millie releases her.

I stand and hold up my hands.

“Nope. I’m out.”

I try to leave but barely make it two steps before Millie is in front of me.

“Wait, Teddy. I’m sorry. I can explain.”

“ He is mine? Your Majesty? I don’t know what I walked in on here, but I’m freaked out, and I want to leave.”

If I refuse her, will she kill me? She did just protect me from this other vampire.

My stomach twists because my brain wants to leave, but my body is begging me to stay. It wants to be near Millie. My cock presses against my jeans because what she just did, slamming that woman up against the wall within milliseconds, was sexy as hell.

Which terrifies me because I should not find violence and threats of murder sexy.

“Please. Let me explain.”

Something about the way Millie pleads for me gives me pause. Concern fills her face.

“Why me? Why do you care?”

She flinches. “What?”

“This is a one-night stand. We agreed it would be just sex. Well, we fucked. Now it’s over.”

“It doesn’t have to be—”

“You lied to me!”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t… Teddy.”

She reaches for me, but I pull away. Her arm drops to her side, and she sighs.

“What would you have done outside that bar if I told you I was a vampire? Or if I waited and told you once I brought you back here?”

I grind my teeth because I know where this is going.

“You would have thought me mad and left. Am I right?”

I look away because she’s absolutely right.

Except… I’m still here.

“But now I know, Millie, and it’s… crazy. Vampires aren’t supposed to be real.”

“Would you like to see my fangs? Will that convince you?” She takes a knife from the holster of the woman standing next to her. “Or should I slice my arm and let you watch it heal before your eyes?”

Her friend—I assume she’s Millie’s friend—snatches the knife and secures it back in the holster. She regards Millie like she’s lost her mind.

At least I’m not the only one.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, Millie. I do. Which I can’t explain and it’s confusing, and I’m terrified, and I lied earlier because I actually hate being scared, and I just…”

I huff and run my hands through my hair. I want to leave. I want to run far away. At the same time, I desperately want to bring Millie into my arms and kiss her until her knees become weak. I want her to drink my blood.

Would she fuck me while sucking on my neck?

I need more booze. Something harder than beer. I turn away from the vamps and walk to a bar cart I remember seeing while scoping out the place. It’s tucked between the kitchen and dining area.

I grab a bottle of whiskey, pour it in a glass, and chug it in three large gulps. The liquid coats my throat, warming my chest and sinking to my uneasy stomach.

This is just what I need right now. A fucking vampire crush. I wonder how old she is. Her real age. Vampires are immortal right?

Wait.

WAIT.

I have an idea.