Page 10 of Taste Me

Except… I can’t seem to remember those questions right now.

Shaking my head, I rub my temple. “Are you going to speak?” I ask.

She has been mute thus far. I’m not sure if the little witchling is too stunned to talk or if it’s something she’s simply incapable of. But she’s using a phone, suggesting she can communicate somehow.

Her lack of speech isn’t a defect or an absence of power. I sensed her perfection in every way.

And her strength.

Fuck. I just need ataste.

An automated voice responds, disappointing me.

“I’m mute, mercenary. But this device translates my thoughts into words. This voice is automated for me to communicate.” A moment of silence stretches out before the witchling continues in the half-garbled robotic voice that probably doesn’t sound like therealher at all. “Do you care to tell me why you have the duke’s phone?”

I roll that question around in my brain, but my thoughts feel sluggish and tired.

Frowning, I try to remember who the duke is.

I try to remember… anything.

Fear spikes in my chest when I realize nothing is coming to the surface.

Not who the duke is.

Not who I am, either.

Well, this isn’t good.

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” I respond vaguely. The witchling wants to know why I have theduke’sphone. I don’t know the answer to that, but I have a feeling that’s a temporary problem.

My head itches on the inside and I know my brain is healing itself from some sort of damage.

Did this little witchling cast a spell on me?

Perhaps that explains my raging hard-on and my desire to fuck her, to taste her, and to worship every inch of her.

Even if I can’t remember who I am, I instinctively know that I am not the romantic type. One-night stands are more my thing.

I don’t just want her for a night.

I want tokeepher.

And while my attraction to this little witchling is powerful, it feels intense and compulsory.

Like a spell.

I should resist it. My existence could be in danger.

Not mylife, because I’m not alive in the first place. I’m a vampire with necromancy hybrid magic.

I was born this way,I recall.

No, not just a vampire. Amastervampire.

The itching inside my head ramps up as the memories start to return.

I was born with a gift, which qualified me for master vampire status.

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