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M illie tips the pizza delivery worker well and closes the door.

“Can you even eat this?” I ask as she sets the box on the kitchen island.

She frowns. “No, but I enjoy the smell.”

“So you only drink blood? Like, from a living person?”

“That is how vampirism works.”

She grabs me a plate, places two slices on it, and scoots it to me. Then she pours herself a glass of wine. I gulp back my third glass of whiskey and stand to get my fourth.

I wobble and Millie is at my side in an instant.

“Jesus, Millie!” I grab my chest as my heart lurches. It’s the second time she’s snuck up on me. “My mind can’t comprehend you being that freakishly fast. ”

She smirks, not at all sorry. “Are you okay?”

She places her cold hand on my forearm and the other on my shoulder to steady me. I hate how my stomach dips and my cock twitches at her touch. Her eyes darken as she glances at my mouth. My heart beats faster, remembering the kisses we’ve shared. How hungry we were for each other. How she let me take control and claim her.

I still want that.

She places her palm over my chest.

“Is this beating faster for me?”

I clear the lust from my throat because while I want nothing more than to ravish this woman again, I still have questions.

Also, I might be a little drunk. I can hold my liquor, but I’ve had three full glasses of top-shelf whiskey. Plus, I haven’t eaten since lunch.

But what’s strange? My body is buzzing. I almost feel high. The colors around Millie’s penthouse pop out. The music from the record player is crisp. The pizza smells as if it was cooked here instead of down the street.

“I think I need to drink some water.”

Millie moves to the row of cabinets in a blur, faster than my eyes can follow. She grabs a glass and fills it with ice and water from the dispenser on the front of the fridge.

All within ten seconds flat .

Ugh. Fine. It’s fucking awesome she can do that.

“Tell me about how you became queen,” I say when she places the water in front of me. “Is that why those men in suits were down in your lobby and out in front of your penthouse?”

“I’ll tell you what,” she begins. “For every part of my life I share with you, you have to share a part of your life with me.”

“Fair enough.”

“And you owe me a story.”

“Technically, we’re even because I told you about my parents being controlling, which caused my need for control in the bedroom.”

“But I shared how I became a vampire and told you how I ended up here in NYC. I’ve covered more years. You owe me more stories.”

“It’s not a competition, Mildred.”

She scrunches up her nose at me using her full name. “Fine, you brat.”

Does she realize how adorable she is when her button nose does that? Like an adorable little bunny. Probably not the best way to describe a dangerous vampire, but she is cute.

Gorgeous.

Stunning .

“Yes. Those men you saw are my guards. They go where I go but when we met tonight, I had snuck out because sometimes I want to be alone. As for how I became queen? I told you about the council, right?”

I nod.

“Well, they needed a leader, and they all nominated me because of my ruthless reputation. Over the years, the vampires in this city and all the other supernatural beings started calling me the vampire queen. Therefore, I am. Now, every major city has a king or queen.”

“Wait, wait, wait… there are other supernatural beings? What do you mean? Like, werewolves and shit?”

“Yes.”

“What else?”

“Your pizza is getting cold.”

“What else, Millie?”

She sighs. “Gargoyles, demons, angels, sirens, shifters, mothmen—”

“No fucking way.”

She pushes my plate closer to me, and I finally pick up a slice and take a bite.

I groan because this is damn good pizza.

“Your turn,” Millie says, taking advantage of me with my mouth full to play our little game. “Tell me about your childhood. Anything unusual happen to you? Your parents… are you sure they’re human and not, say, witches?”

“Witches?!” I ask around the food.

“Yes, they’re real too.”

I shake my head and swallow my bite. “No. My dad is an accountant, and my mom is a teacher. Not exactly magical career paths.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“No. Nothing unusual. I promise. Why are you asking though? Is it because you can’t hypnotize me?”

“It’s called compelling and yes.”

I wonder if that has anything to do with my…

I shake the thought from my head. It won’t matter unless I can convince her to—

“I want you to bite me.”

She nearly spits out the mouthful of wine she just drank.

“I want to know what it feels like.”

Millie smirks and gently places the wineglass down on the marble countertop.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when I… feed from someone, I’m the one in control. ”

She slowly walks around the corner of the kitchen island. I turn in my seat and spread my legs. She saunters right between them.

A perfect fit.

My palms slide around to her backside, and I squeeze handfuls of her ass. She drapes her arms over my shoulders.

“Would you give me control, Puppy?”

Puppy.

So it’s a nickname. I hate it.

I love it .

Maybe even more than when she calls me Theodore.

I nod, letting out a shaky breath because now that I know Millie is a vampire , she has all the power. She could kill me with her bare hands. She could suck the life out of me, and I’d thank her in the afterlife.

She grabs my hard cock through my jeans and squeezes.

“Would you let me tie you up? Blindfold you?”

My dick jerks in her hold. “Yes, I’d… I’d like that.”

Her nipples poke through her top so I lean in and take one in my mouth through the fabric. She moans, her head falling back.

I lift the shirt for better access. She’s not wearing a bra. My lips wrap around the peak of her breast, and I lap my tongue over the nipple. Her hands bury into my hair and tug .

While my mouth and fingertips work her tit, I slide my other hand down her front and behind the band of her sweats. My fingers find her soaked pussy. I sink them inside and she groans, clutching onto my shoulders for support.

“If you’re technically dead,” I say and start pumping. “How do you get wet like this? I thought you had to have a heartbeat to pump blood down there or something.”

My thumb presses against her clit, and I cover her nipple with my mouth again. This time I drag my teeth over it. Her pussy responds by choking my fingers.

“It’s… it’s…” She’s whimpering and I smirk, loving how I can make her fall apart with just my touch.

For a woman who claims she loves control, she’s quick to give it all to me.

I remove my fingers and stand suddenly, lifting my hand to my mouth and sucking off her pleasure.

Her fangs fall down at the move. Once I’ve had every delectable drop, I cup her face and pull her close so I can lick her mouth.

“Can you taste yourself?”

“Yes.”

My tongue swipes over the points of her fangs and she moans.

“I want you to taste me. Take control of me. Drink my blood. Take all of it if you want. ”

“What? No, I won’t take all your blood. You’d die.”

I want her to turn me.

I lift her off the ground and she yelps before I lay her back on the kitchen island counter. The move knocks over her wineglass and the pizza box falls to the ground.

“Teddy!”

“I’ll clean it up later,” I say and tug her sweats down. “I want something sweet to eat first.”

I don’t give her time to respond and wrap my arms around her thick thighs to bury my face in her cunt. I lap my tongue over her clit and suck it into my mouth. She moans and grabs hold of my hair.

I spread her pussy lips apart and thrust my tongue inside her, pumping in and out while I massage her clit with my thumb.

“Yes, Teddy. Go faster, harder.”

My vampy babe loves it rough.

I replace my tongue with two fingers and drive them in and out while I suck her clit, listening to her reactions as guidance.

It doesn’t take long to get her worked up. Her body tenses, her walls clamp down, then she’s moaning and shaking with an orgasm.

I love how vocal she is… how I make her scream .

She lies there in orgasmic bliss, but I’m not done. I take her hand and pull. She hops off the counter, and I lead us to her bedroom.

“You’re such a good girl, coming for me.”

I have no clue where her bedroom is, so I keep walking down the long hallway until she points me to a back room.

“I want you to give me another orgasm.”

I open the door and find a massive room nearly the size of my studio apartment. The bed is a king, with black bedding. The black walls are decorated with green vines and fairy lights snaking throughout. A vanity sits along one wall next to a black couch and matching chair.

Yep. This is Millie’s bedroom.

“But there’s just one rule,” I continue.

“And what would that be?” she asks, crossing her arms while she watches me strip out of my T-shirt and jeans.

“You don’t get to come until you bite me.”

She narrows her silver eyes at me.

“Why are you so adamant about me biting you?”

I drop my briefs and my cock springs out. Her eyes fall to it, and she bares her fangs.

Fuck, that’s sexy.

“Because your fangs are out, and I know you’ve been holding back. Why? Do you not drink from the people you fuck? ”

She shifts on her feet. “I do, but…”

“Exactly. I want this, and I know you do too. If there’s a reason you’re hesitating, then tell me. Are you worried you’ll scare me away? Because after everything you’ve shared, I’m still here.”

I grab the hair at her nape and tilt her head back so I can kiss her. The kiss is rough, and my bottom lip drags across her fangs, hard enough I start bleeding.

I deepen the kiss, and she greedily sucks on my bleeding lip, making sure to take every last drop.

With my free hand, I cup her pussy and sink a finger inside. I pump it casually, opposite of the fevered kiss we share. Her hands are all over the place. One is buried in my hair and the other slides down my body, over my meaty chest and soft stomach until grabbing my hard cock. She fists my shaft up and down, matching my movements and squeezing to add just enough pressure.

She ends the kiss and pushes my chest, forcing me to fall onto the bed. A chill washes over my body as I watch her grin transform.

The predator has trapped the prey.

“Fine. You want me to bite you?”

I nod, a little too excitedly, and her eyes fall to my cock as it jerks and leaks precum .

She walks into her closet and returns seconds later with cuffs, a blindfold, and a knife. My eyes widen. The knife should scare me, but instead, my dick gets harder.

“I told you I take control when I feed and you’ve been a real brat tonight, Mr. Thibodeaux.”

She’s at the side of the bed and reaches out for my hand.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

I have a feeling she never asks and just takes , but she knows how much it means to me. Her asking to take control means she respects me.

“Please. Take it.”