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I must’ve been in here for ages if he’s here. The sun must have set.
“Like it?” I gasp, looking around at the red-cushioned walls, the lamp sending a serene glow over everything. “It’s amazing. But you do realize I’m not a music technician, right? I’ve got no idea how to use this stuff.”
“That’s fine,” Torsten chuckles. “I do.”
“What? Seriously?”
“I’ve had far too much time on my hands over the years,” he says. “Learning different skills is a hobby of mine. So whenever inspiration strikes, I’ll be there for you.”
I stand up and walk over to him, feeling a blot of anxiety spreading like misty ink through my body. It touches every part of me as I clasp onto his shirt and bring myself closer to him. The naturalness of the gesture sends a shockwave through me.
I still can’t believe this is happening.
But it is.
And I need to accept that.
“Won’t you miss having all the time in the world, Torsten, if you become human?” I whisper.
“No,” he says at once. “Because I want – no, need – something far more than that.”
He smooths his hand down my body and places it on my belly, rubbing softly.
Something whelms inside of me, a deafening chorus screaming through my body, a cacophony I couldn’t ignore even if I wanted to.
“That’s your womb,” he growls, passion flaring in his voice. His touch blares so hotly I’m shocked he doesn’t scorch through my shirt. “I can feel it, Tammy. I can feel how badly your body wants to give me a child. But a vampire cannot mate with a human. And there’s nothing in this world I want more than to plunge my seed inside of you and to watch our offspring grow and flourish.”
I gasp.
“Jesus, I want that too,” I whisper. “I thought I might be crazy, thinking that so quickly.”
He kisses my forehead and I can feel the smiling shape his lips make.
“There’s no such thing as crazy or too fast where we’re concerned,” he says. “We’re destined for each other. Of all the humans I’ve ever scented, none have ever made me feel what you have, Tammy. You’re one in a million, a billion, a goddamn trillion. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and I can’t wait to put my seed in your virgin womb. But first, let me take you on a date. Let’s pretend to be civilized for an evening.”
A warm shiver moves through me.
A date with my man, the future father of my children …
How the heck can I resist that?
“But what about Chipper?” I ask.
“It’s up to you,” he says. “I can hire a professional dog sitter. Or we can take him with us. Whatever you like.”
“I think a dog sitter would work best,” I murmur, leaning down and stroking Chipper behind the ears, his favorite place to be tickled. “Sometimes he can get a little antsy around crowds.”
Chipper grins, reflecting the contentment moving through my body, and I can’t help but let a goofy grin of my own rise to my lips.
“I’ve never been on a date before,” I whisper.
Torsten envelops me in his arms, his body a solid certainty against mine.
“It’s the first of many,” he whispers close into my ear.
Chapter Nine
Torsten
I place my hand on her back as I walk with her through the restaurant, the light of the chandeliers glinting all around us. A Jazz band plays softly in a corner and I have to concentrate with every ounce of will I possess not to light the place up like a blood promise.
Tammy looks like something out of a fever dream.
In a dress, the purple of a long-awaited sunset, inset with jewels that glitter as brightly as her smile, her body claims the material. Her curves touch every part of it, creating an outline that causes my manhood to ache and tremble with withheld desire.
Her oaken hair has been piled artfully atop her head by the stylist, leaving the vivacious character of her face to shine through.
She turns to me with a cute as hell grin.
I lean in, brushing my lips against hers, an unstoppable instinct.
We sit at a private corner table, a single candle flickering artfully in a silver holder.
“This place is beautiful,” she whispers. “But I just realized something. Are you going to be able to eat?”
“Yes,” I tell her. “I just won’t taste it. And it won’t give me any sustenance. But I can chew and mime and watch you, watch you every single moment.”
“Maybe that should creep me out,” she giggles, tossing me a sassy look to end all sassy looks. “This big scary mythical creature staring me down.”
“Maybe,” I say, a savage undertone to my voice. “But it doesn’t.”
The waiter approaches, cutting off all talk of vampires and myth. I delight in making Tammy laugh as the waiter – a proper-looking man reminding me of a Russian noble – turns to me and asks me what I would like.
