Page 24 of My Mr. Vampire

“Not legally, but it was regarded as marriage because we took a blood oath.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means nothing at all to me now. I love you.”

“Oh, my god. So, this ex-wife is a vampire?”

“Yes, she is.”

“And you didn’t think I needed to know this?” Her eyes squinted so I couldn’t see the whites, only the browns.

“I didn’t think about it.”

She was pissed. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not.”

“How are you going to stop me?”

“I’m a vampire. Did you forget? I can stop you.”

Without thinking, I wrapped my hand around her forearm and pulled her into my embrace. Chanel slammed into my chest, too startled to resist. I smashed her back against the wall and pressed my body into hers. Latching onto her neck with my mouth, I used my tongue to nibble at her skin. I felt her try to push me away, but her female human strength was no match for me.

I wasn’t going to let that happen, so I pressed my tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply, slowly, passionately, vampiric-ly. My hands roamed her body. I used my hands to hike her skirt up to her waist.

Chanel moaned in my mouth as I took her breath away. I felt the lace of her panties on my fingertips and used my nails to rip the lace away from her body. Her shaved pussy was exposed. I used my index finger to wipe her sweet juice as it pooled outsideher tight cream pie. There was no hunger like the hunger I felt for her.

I quickly unzipped and unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to my ankles. Taking hold of my cock, I lowered it down to Chanel’s lower lips. I let my cock glide around, and when I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted Chanel off the floor and wrapped her legs around my torso. Slowly I guided my member into her sopping wet hole. When I was at the opening, I rammed inside her violently. So roughly I knocked the wind out of her chest. I heard her gasp for air. It didn’t stop me. I had to make this right. I was determined to fuck all the doubts she had about me away. She was the only one for me, because we were one. She needed to know this.

I clawed at the smooth skin of her butt as I pushed her body down on my pole. Launching deeper inside her, I had the strength to hold her like this forever. I fucked her tight pussy hard as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She moaned louder the faster I pushed inside. She tried to stay on my slippery hard member.

Unwarranted threats of leaving me would never be tolerated. Even if she didn’t know all my secrets, she knew my number one secret. I would never harm her, but I would never let her go. I would do anything to keep her with me, beside me and near me. She was my last love, my only love, my eternal love. And that meant fucking forever.

I was drowning inside her. I couldn’t hold it any longer. The vice grip she had on my cock was driving me crazy and after three more thrusts, I exploded inside her once again, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Her face fell on my shoulder as her orgasm vacuumed me in and contracted around me. I was sucked deeper inside of her warmth.

I regained my composure and took a few seconds to kiss her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, and then her plump lips.

It was never my intention to make her upset. I only wanted her to be happy, to feel loved, to feel protected. I only wanted her to feel as good as she felt right now.

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHANEL

Instead of going back to Minnesota, Morgan stayed at my apartment so we could hang out again next weekend. I would’ve preferred her staying at the loft, but she didn’t want to be there in the daytime with Zand while I was at work. There was no danger now that Lonzo was dead, so I agreed.

Knowing my best friend was close by made me feel better. Being away from Minnesota, the place that reminded her of Craig, helped her. She didn’t know what I’d been through, but her presence in my new city was something I needed.

I couldn’t erase my past, and I knew this day would come. My old drama followed me everywhere. I had two visitors at my job on Tuesday afternoon. I wished they would’ve caught me outside the packed pediatrician’s office. Not my luck. They came barging in right when the waiting room area was full of sick kids and nosy parents. All my coworkers were also there with eyes wide and ears open.

Of course I was embarrassed. Of course, I looked like a common criminal. My coworkers weren’t privy to my life outside of work. They didn’t know anything about all the drama I hadin Minnesota and how I fled for my own sanity and protection. I came to Chicago for a clean start and all my damn problems jumped on a damn freight train and followed me here.

I made an appointment to see my visitors after I got off of work. I didn’t want my business all over the office. Immediately, I called Zand because I knew I would need him to prep me on my story and be with me for moral support.

Instead of Josh picking me up from work, Zand was waiting for me outside in his old Chevy. Seeing him gave me a sense of comfort, but I knew it would be short-lived. I had been given an address to meet the detectives that were on Lonzo’s case. It took them a while to reach out, but I assumed they knew he was no longer in Minnesota. Whatever ankle monitor or tracking device they had on him may have given it away. Or maybe they were watching him or something. I hoped that wasn’t the case. If they were watching him, they knew he disappeared here in Chicago. I prayed they didn’t know much of anything.

We drove to 26thand California on the west side of Chicago. Zand knew actually where it was located, and he didn’t need to use navigation. We arrived at the 14thdistrict and entered the building. I was led into a conference room by a female officer. She didn’t say anything to me. Her job was apparently to follow me down a long hallway that led into an old, bland interrogation room that was painted a neutral color.

My nerves were all over the place. I didn’t want to sit in a conference room at the police station. Conference sounded better than interrogation room. What the Minnesota police were doing in Chicago was the mystery. I probably could come up with many reasons, but Zand told me to be cool. He told me to not let my imagination run away with me. He said to let them do most of the talking. This wasn’t the easiest thing to do, given the extreme circumstances.

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