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

by Aura Hayes

It’s a little too much fun taunting powerful men.

Love really is the only thing that makes life worth living.”

We’ve had murders that all end in these crass, grotesquely childish depictions for years now.”

And frankly, men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.

My obsession and she doesn’t even know it yet. The one I’m killing a man for. Slowly, of course. I do so love it when they suffer.

Can a plant survive being watered with blood? Might have to test that.

“I think...” His humerus bone snaps under my shoe. “...that I don’t want a filthy creature like you...” His fingers crunch with ease in my hand. “...touching what belongs to me.”

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

I hold in the groan rumbling in my chest as I breathe deeply and ingest as much of her smell as I can. It fills me up, fortifying me in a unique way—almost feeding me more than the blood that’s essential to my existence.

someone I love so much that the rest of the world pales in comparison to their company.

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

I’ve always been a sucker for a man in glasses

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.”

One day it’s going to turn into an inferno neither one of us can deny.

A man who whimpers and moans for his woman is such a turn on.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.” She silently sobs harder. “I’ll be strong for both of us right now. Let it out.”

Celine. My mate. 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.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, I can’t stop myself from softly running my pointer finger along their edge.

“I’ve never had the patience for edging. But I’d love to do it to you.”

“I doubt he’s bothered by you living with him,” she laughs. “He’s a walking boner for you.

“Careful of the fangs,” he whispers, voice slightly lisped talking around his enlarged incisors. Smiling against his lips, I respond, “I’m no stranger to a little blood.”

We haven’t known each other long considering the length of my life thus far, but up until now its paled in comparison to being with you.

“Imagine both my teeth and my cock holding you captive.”

Gasping he pulls out a pair lacy black underwear I found him hoarding in his dresser. “You stole these!” He holds the lacy panties to his chest like they’re something precious. “That’s what I should be saying to you, mister.”

Later, maybe I’ll have the sanity to be horrified by how much his fangs turn me on, but now’s not the time to question my mental well-being.

“Jesus, fuck. Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna come just watching you touch me.”

Hand on the base of his cock he guides it to my entrance, hovering there. “Zav?” His eyes flick up to mine, red hair falling delicately over his forehead. “Sorry,” he says, surprisingly earnest. “Is something wrong?” I graze my fingers over his jaw. He shakes his head. “No, I just … I know you’re about to ruin me.”

“I’m so lost in you,” he confesses. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

We cling to each other like if we don’t, we might float away, lost to time and space.

He doesn’t pull out of me right away. We lay there in silence as our breaths sync.

She’s right, though, once I had a taste of her perfect pussy it was game over. I wanted to worship every part of her body, and my cock wanted inside of her every minute it could be.

Watching her walk out the door is singlehandedly the most painful thing I’ve ever done.

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.”

Both of us naked and in close quarters it could easily be sexual, but this is more than that. It’s coming home and reminding each other we made it through and we’re together. The intimacy and closeness I feel with Celine in this moment is monumental.

I’ll love you enough to make up for every time you felt unloved.”

the divots in her hips call for me to place my hands there, but I’m a good boy and stay right where I am.

“I know what I want, Zavier, and it’s you. I’m tired of denying how I feel.”