Loving a Vampire Is Total Chaos (Total Chaos, #1)

by Aura Hayes

I do so love it when they scream.

“Oh, please.” She rolls her eyes. “All you do is go home and talk to that damn cat.”

“A divine angel like her is a blessing to the eyes and you are nothing but lowly trash unworthy of looking upon her,”

I’m practically humping her like a dog, and I’d let her leash me any day.

Quickly scribbling, Breed Celine, under a new list titled Goals in my long life with Celine.

I bite down to cover my fangs that have popped out involuntarily. No. No. Now is not an appropriate time for a fangboner!

“I think you’re afraid, baby.” The sputter that leaves my mouth is immediate. “Baby? Afraid of what? Who do you think you are?” This little bastard.

Poking his chest with a finger I emphasize my point. He grabs my finger so quickly I can barely react and nips at it. I try to pull away, but he refuses to let go. “Lockwood. Zavier Lockwood. L-O-C-K-W-O-O-D. Why aren’t you writing this down? It’s going to be your last name one day, too.” His grin is downright wicked. I sputter incoherently.

Who knew this goofball could be so romantic?

“Unless you want me to cover your neck in my marks and spank your ass raw, you’ll sit still.”

“Who are you?” I already know but I’m a petty bitch, so I ask anyway.

I left a blood drawn heart this time instead of a smiley face. Just for Celine. Even when I’m killing, I’m only thinking of her.

This can’t be the end. She doesn’t know how big of a dick I have yet. I’m going to die and she doesn’t even know. This is the worst.

“I haven’t gotten to go down on you yet, how could I pass away?”

“Ready to go, my little wet kitten?” Zavier asks from where he watches next to me. “Strike that nickname off your list.”

“You rang for me and my emotional support pussy?” He strokes Midnight’s tail like an evil villain waiting expectantly in their chair.

“Celine.” Zav taps me on the head with one of Midnight’s fluffy paws. The cat hisses before cuddling right up to Zav’s neck like the two-timing hussy he is.

“Grab the cat, please.”

“I think we need a schedule.” He doesn’t make any move to grab Midnight. “Schedule?” I question with a hand on my hip. “Childcare schedule. You get him one day and then I get him the next.”

“You can run and hide from me—from this, from us, all you want but you’re going to think about me when you touch yourself tonight.”

We army crawl through the vent and I have the horrifying thought of what if I fart? Poor Valen.

“How long have I been gone?”

“About two weeks,” she replies, smoothing my matted hair back. She makes a yuck face and says, “I’ll schedule you for a hair appointment.” She eyes my nails. “Better get nails done too.”

“Fuck, Celine. I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. I thought … I couldn’t survive it if I lost you. I love you, too. You are … you’re my soul. Without you there would be nothing left of me.”

“Fuck. Is this place haunted?” “No,” he answers quickly. “Everyone knows ghosts aren’t real.” “But vampires are?” she retorts.