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

by Aura Hayes

The sound of grown men begging for mercy always brings a smile to my face.

I suppose in our line of work you either compensated for the constant debauchery by being a bubbly optimist like her or a solemn realist like me. Some called me grumpy, but I wouldn’t go that far. This was a tough profession to be in.

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

“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.”

My one exception for a crotch goblin is if Celine wants children. I’ll give her as many as she desires. I look forward to practicing the baby making. Wait. Babies. Celine. I need to write that down. Pulling my trusty notebook and pen out of my pocket I lick my finger and flip it open to a new page. Quickly scribbling, Breed Celine, under a new list titled Goals in my long life with Celine.

alone for so long and the small chance I was wrong held me back. It would’ve been devastating to think I’d finally found my mate after all these years only to realize I’m wrong. But I’m not wrong. Celine is mine.

It’s not like my knight in shining armor is just going to burst through my door and cuddle up on the couch with me and that be that.

“Are you okay?” she presses. “I shouldn’t have touched you without your permission,” she apologizes. “No, no, it’s not that.” I swallow down my desperation to say yes, please, touch me some more. Touch me everywhere. Touch me any time you want.

No. No. Now is not an appropriate time for a fangboner!

“You’re going to be the death of me.” A sigh leaves my body, and I deflate. “You’re already dead.”

Ava stands off to the side watching our showdown with interest. If she could have a bucket of popcorn for the performance, I’m sure she would.

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.

Did I sneak into her apartment to get a pep talk from my hype kitty? Absolutely. Midnight is my best friend.

The door chimes as it opens to our floor, and I let her walk ahead of me for our first date—her last first date if I have anything to say about it.

“Look at you splayed out beneath me.” Checking the silver watch on his wrist he smirks. “Just in time for dessert.” God help me.

“All right, let’s talk.” I wrack my brain for which question I want to ask first. “So, do you deposit your paychecks at the blood bank?”

“Celine. I promise you are not a burden in the slightest. I’ve been alone for hundreds of years and now I have you.” His eyes soften and I melt a little. “I love waking up to you in my apartment. I love hearing your soft snores through the door. I love learning what I do that makes you roll your eyes. I love seeing how wild your hair looks when you walk out of the bedroom in the morning.” That one earns a flick on the hand from me and a chuckle from him. “Please don’t think you’re a burden. You’re a light in my life.” A small stroke on the top of my hand. “Well, Midnight comes first and then you.” He winks and I purse my lips.

“Zav,” I gasp when one of his long fingers finds itself along the seam of my panties. “What does my girl want?” Another teasing stroke. “Tell me. I’m yours.” He breathes deeply against my neck and a need I didn’t know could be this strong fills me. “Bite me,” I murmur.

You are the most stunning, intelligent, kind creature I’ve ever crossed paths with, and I worship the ground you walk on.” Her cheeks stain a pretty pink at my praise so I continue. “Pretty girl, you’re my everything. 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. The mate bond doesn’t force us into doing anything. Okay?”

She probably doesn’t realize it, but there will never come a time when I tire of her. She is the single, most important thing, in my immortal life.

This is what I want. He’s what I want. I know Zav, and yes won’t be a good enough answer, so instead I say, “I want you.”

“Look how good you take me,” he murmurs. “This pussy was made for my cock. Nobody else will have you.” Thrust. “Ever.” Thrust. “Again.” Thrust.

There was even a moment when I thought I might have to use it to stab Zav if he followed me. Not that it would actually hurt him, and I’m fairly certain the sick fuck would enjoy it.