Provided For

By T.C. Mill

Vero's boyfriend of eight months, Mark, trusts her with his most secret vulnerabilities when he submits to her. So it's only right that she protects him from the truth of her past. The world she comes from. The nourishment she needs, and how she’s used to getting it. The reason she doesn’t like being provided for. Her dreams, which Mark has started making appearances in.

But it’s been too long since she tasted blood. And so she dares a request that might tear apart everything they’ve built together–whether Mark grants it or not.

Contents: This 14,000 word story contains explicit kinky, erotic, and paranormal elements, including femdom, bondage, knifeplay, and blood kink. Or maybe gourmandism is the right word for that.

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.C. Mill
• Release date: Apr 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310128974

T.C. Mill

T.C. Mill watches more BBC programming than is probably healthy, takes more books off library shelves than she can ever read (getting an eReader has not improved matters), and is currently writing her next story in a fashionable eco-friendly notebook. Or composing it in Microsoft Word with layers of Tracked Changes. Whatever works. Speaking of work, she earns her living as a freelance editor and disorganized author balancing three pennames.With Alex Freeman, she has co-edited two anthologies of passionate, cutting-edge erotica with the New Smut Project. Her work has been published by Nerve magazine, Bust, Bright Desire, Carina, Circlet, Cleis Press & the Tempted Romance imprint, and House of Erotica. More updates about what she's doing next can be found at TC-Mill.com.

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PROVIDED FOR

T.C. Mill

Provided For

Copyright T.C. Mill 2015

Cover Art made using images from Unplash.com under a Creative Commons Zero license.

Provided For was originally published in Between the Shores, an anthology from the New Smut Project, 23 March 2015

"I would say the quality of Between the Shores is among the best of all the erotica I’ve read, and that says something given how many books I’ve reviewed. I am particularly reminded of Red Velvet and Absinthe, one of my favorite collections from a few years ago, which features supernatural sex and romance. I found it surprising how the theme of consent worked so well with supernatural sexuality… T.C. Mill, one of the editors, has also contributed a story [Provided For] in which a vampire-like alien who has made her way to Earth negotiates a way to sate her literal bloodlust with her chosen human lover. This might be my favorite of all the stories as it combines romance, consent, vampirism and kink."

-Adriana Ravenlust

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This is a work of fiction. Characters, events, and locales are figments of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to real incidents or persons is pure, freaky coincidence.

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The waiter gave her an odd look when she ordered white wine with her steak. Vero didn’t care. Red wine built up expectations it could never meet. She had her steak done medium-well, for similar reasons.

Across the table, Mark smiled at her. After eight months together, he was used to these little peccadillos. He wasn’t a snob, either, even if he looked polished enough to be one. Since they’d come here straight from work, he still wore his handsome gray-blue suit, although his dark hair had gotten ruffled on the ride over. Vero smiled back.

Should we aim for an early night in? he asked.

That’s your way of telling me I look tired.

"I had hoped it was my way of recognizing you were tired."

She nodded and reached for her glass of ice water, hoping the shock of cold would help. But it wasn’t exhaustion she felt, not precisely.

I’m just, er, hungry, she settled on.

When the wine came she drank deeply. It danced between dry and sweet on her tongue, and the buzz of alcohol was welcome without being overpowering. Mark had a point, though. She knew she looked something. She didn’t want to be out for too long like this.

You’re right, she said, then unleashed her best leer. "About the night in. Especially since I’m not tired."

The color deepening in Mark's cheeks was very flattering.

But grinning like this left her teeth feeling oddly exposed. Vero let the smile drop as she raised her glass again. Luckily the waiter was approaching with their plates.

The food was good. She made herself nibble the sautéed mushrooms first, filling up with something other than meat. She tried to lose herself in the meal, in chewing and swallowing, in the textures and tastes.

Mark still seemed distracted. His eyes lingered on her hands rather than his own, and next she knew he started from his seat, gripping the base of a thumb streaked with red. His knife clattered against the plate.

Vero leapt up and came around to him. All right?

Fine. Smiling sheepishly, he sat again, blood dripping over the leg of his blue suit. She caught his hand before he could do more damage. Or so she told herself—the motion had been more instinctive than she liked to admit.

Copper, iron, and hotter scents teased her nostrils. Drawn toward the source, she knelt beside him. Mark didn’t pull away, not even as her lips brushed the blood from his fingers and the back of his hand.

She licked it, and the flavor of mingled juices burst in her mouth. Meat and blood, cooked and raw, the salty