19. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Hayden

We mingle with so many people and vampires, I lose track of who is who no matter how hard I try to remember everyone’s faces. Vivian and Mariah, one of the vampires I met in the catacombs when my world turned on its axis, are here as well, with the latter throwing hard looks my way whenever our eyes meet.

“I think your friend doesn’t like me,” I whisper in Leander’s ear, brushing my knuckles along his arm.

“I don’t think that’s the case, considering it’s impossible for anyone not to like you.”

I huff air out of my nose. He’s such a smooth talker, but also a little delusional. I mean, if what he is saying was true, then he would’ve gotten on his knee and asked me to real date him already, right?

Bitterness dampens my otherwise light mood, so I try not to think about it. Either way, tonight is the last night of our farce. I’ve been thinking about what to do on the way here, and the best course of action is to accept this for what it was and move on. I had fun, a nice place to stay and amazing sex. There is no need to ruin it by trying to turn it into something it can’t be.

I am reminded of that yet again as we speak to more people. They are nothing like me even if I am posing as one of them for tonight—they are real high society, posh and snobbish and standing at the top of the food chain. Literally. I am a nobody hockey jock with his future hanging on how well I perform this season. It’s do or die for me, no second chances. If I don’t land a team this year, my hockey career is over, leaving me with just my Plan B of becoming a rockstar.

We run into Leander’s aunt after grabbing another round of drinks. She’s just as bubbly and smiley as earlier, but there is an edge to her gaze now that wasn’t there before. It lingers on me as we approach, evaluating me in that same way people who disapprove of my background and circumstances do. I wonder if she knows how poor and lonely I am, but then I decide it doesn’t matter as Leander’s arm wraps around me and pulls me close.

For tonight, I am Leander’s partner. I know it’s all fake, me helping him because he saved my life and I need his help in turn, but I let myself believe it. It will be my truth and no one can change that. For the next ten hours or so, I will read into his gestures, into his smiles, into his words and glances. I will let him sweep me off my feet without fighting it. He will be mine and I will be his.

“I hope you are enjoying the party so far.” Andrea takes her Venetian mask off, waving it around. “Leander. The Viscount of Banbury would like to speak to you in private…”

Oh, I remember that one. His two daughters wouldn’t stop ogling my vampy like he’s some piece of high-grade meat. They aren’t wrong on that per se, he’s packing amazing assets, but, for all intents and purposes, he’s taken. By me. His partner .

“I’m afraid he’ll have to turn down the invitation,” I say in my most authoritative voice, pulling Leander close to me in that possessive way he’s been showcasing all evening. He comes willingly, leaning into the contact and making my heart work overtime to keep me from swooning and passing out. “We were hoping to have some fun in the pleasure room, and I see people are already headed that way.”

My reply seems to catch Andrea off-guard, her smile dropping a notch as her eyes zero in on my earring. Then my collar, which is peeking out from under my shirt. “Oh?”

I rub the earring gently, then drag my fingers along the curve of Leander’s jaw. His raven-black eyelashes flutter and a shiver shoots through his body, unleashing a sense of accomplishment within me because I can tell he didn’t fake his reaction.

“Perhaps we could speak to the Viscount afterwards?” I offer, channeling my friendliest smile while continuing to stroke Leander’s cheek.

“He’s already waiting. I am not sure—”

I dip my hand lower, hooking a finger under the collar of Leander’s shirt, and tilt his head back so I can access the front of his neck. Mimicking the way he likes to nibble mine, I trace a line with my tongue from the base to his Adam’s apple. I can’t really do the part where he gently presses his teeth into my skin without actually biting me since I don’t have fangs, but I do the human version to the best of my ability.

The conversations around us cease, all eyes on us. A thrill shocks my system, my dick giving a jerk. There is something very hot and primitive about a public proclamation of this type and the way everyone seems to be holding their breath as I violate Leander’s neck without reprimand despite the collar around mine makes it ten times better.

“Leander. What do you say?” I whisper, my breathing shallow as if I’ve run a marathon.

His fingers are suddenly tangled in my hair then, pulling so hard I hiss. He’s attacking my neck next, his tongue and teeth greedy as they claim every place they can get to and send shocks of desire chasing down my spine. My dick goes from mildly interested to fully hard in a heartbeat, tenting my ass-hugging pants for everyone to see.

“You heard Hayden, Auntie. We’ll speak to the Viscount and any other interested parties later,” Leander all but snarls, his hand grabbing me through my clothes. My eyes roll back, a tiny moan I fail to suppress escaping me.

“But—”

“They can wait,” Leander cuts in, his voice icy and commanding and doing all sorts of things to my insides. “This here can’t.”

Fuck, he’s so hot when he gives into his animalistic side. I need him. To feel him, to taste him, to let him drive me crazy. Leather and earth engulf me in a cocoon of delirious anticipation that licks every peak of my spine and pore of my skin. The onslaught of sensations is too much and not enough, spreading through me until they possess every fiber of my being.

“Leander… Need you,” I pant, bunching the material of his shirt where I clasp his arm. My whole body is on fire. The rest of the world doesn’t matter anymore, just Leander. Just his hands touching me, his mouth devouring mine, his cock making me his.

I feel a sharp inhale against my neck before the lovely pressure of his teeth is gone. “Give my apologies to the Viscount, though he is free to stop by the pleasure room along with his daughters. Hayden and I will be making use of one of the glass cages.”

My head whirls a little as Leander leads me away and down a dim corridor. We emerge into a massive hall with elevated platforms where orgies are already in full swing. A glass enclosure with soft-looking rugs and a cushiony couch just off the biggest of these is where Leander takes me. My heart tries to drill a hole out of my chest, and my cock feels trapped and impossibly hard as the leather cock ring digs into my skin.

“I have been dreaming about this every day since you told me you wanted to do it,” Leander purrs, undoing his belt buckle. “You are driving me crazy, Hayden, and I don’t think you truly realize the extent of it.”

I lick my lips, aware as people begin gathering on the other side of the glass. It gets my blood pumping even faster, each pair of eyes enhancing the tingling hum I can feel crawling all over my skin.

“Can they hear us?” I ask, helping Leander unbutton his pants. His prominent erection is trapped just like mine, and I can’t wait to set it free.

“Not unless we lower the front glass.” His hand pauses, reaching for me and squeezing me hard. “Would you like that? For those around us to hear how good I make you feel?”

I shudder, shocks of desire lighting me up. “Yes, Daddy. I want everyone to know that I’m your slutty good boy.”

He growls, diving for my mouth as he pins me against the side of the glass cage. I hear a click and a whirring sound, then a hint of cooler air caresses my heated cheeks as his tongue plunders my mouth. Hungry, greedy, like we’ve never kissed before. It’s dizzying in the best way, flooding me with want I can barely contain.

The glass lowers, the click sounding again when it’s all the way down. I hear the whispers of conversations around us and the soft, sensual music playing in the background.

“Take your clothes off, Hayden. But leave the jockstrap.”

I do as I’m told, stripping as he pulls away and does the same before sitting on the couch. Spreading his legs, he gives his dick a slow and deliberate tug without taking his eyes off me. I swallow hard, my mouth watering as I kick my clothes to the side. My cock is pushing against the jockstrap’s soft pouch, and my hole is twitching with the need to be full of him.

“Come. Show me how much you want me to fuck you,” he commands, tipping his chin at the space between his legs.

Dozens of gazes weighing on me, I approach him. I’m half floating and half feeling like something is dragging me underwater, the room around me blurry and muffled as if it’s merely a background prop to a world where only him and I exist.

“Such a good boy,” he praises when I settle on the floor and look up at him, his dick inches away from my face. Doing another slow stroke, he tugs on my collar with his free hand.

I swallow when he attaches a leash to the metal hoop, my stomach swooping and flipping and making me feel like I’m on one of those crazy fast rollercoasters. My breaths come quick and shallow. My fingertips tingle as I wait to see what he will do next.

His fingers rub the leather leash appreciatively, dragging my eyes to them. I lift my hand to examine the material, but then he yanks suddenly, causing my body to jerk up. His mouth seals against mine, his tongue even more dominant as it forces its way in.

I groan, I can’t help it, scrambling to keep up with the kiss. Heat shoots down toward my groin, heightening my need for him.

“Daddy, please, make me feel good or I’ll go crazy,” I whine when he loosens his grip so I can get some air into my lungs.

He hums in thought, but the sound changes a heartbeat later into a hoarse moan as I coil my fingers around his hot erection without permission. I don’t even realize I’ve done it until it’s too late, my body acting on instinct and need more so than logic.

I can’t fight it, and so instead I give into it fully, diving for his mouth like a beast attacking its prey. He makes a noise of surprise. Someone in the audience gasps. I hear fabric rustling, people walking about. Chatting agitatedly, though I can’t focus enough to pick out what their conversations are about. Probably us. Me, acting as if I own Leander when it should be the other way around.

“So naughty,” he mutters as our tongues clash and fight for control.

I yield eventually, there is no winning against him. He knows all the right ways to make me lose my mind, snaking one hand down my body while the other one grabs my hair and forces my head back and off him. I hiss, the loss of his slick and hot tongue leaving me reeling.

“You need to be punished, Hayden,” he says, mouthing along the front of my neck.

“But I ne—”

He yanks the leash down and shoves his cock in my mouth. I choke on the sudden invasion, my eyes watering. My heart is beating like mad and my blood pulses in my head. Can he hear it? I bet he can. He knows my body better than I do. He can read me so easily, like I was designed for his pleasure.

I force air in and out through my nostrils so I don’t suffocate. The reflex to gag and try to push him away from me kicks in, but I fight it. He thrusts with his hips, sliding deeper into my mouth, and I open my throat as best as I can, squeezing his calves with both my hands so I can keep myself centered.

“That’s it. Don’t fight me. Show me how hungry you are for me.”

I nod, wetness rolling down my cheeks as I strain to keep up with him. My vision is blurry, my breathing—patchy. I think I might pass out. But despite that, the gruff noises he’s making fire me up. The way his hips begin to stutter as he nears the edge ignites even more desire within me. My mouth is making him go wild. He’s close. I quicken my pace, plowing through as the sting and burn in my throat becomes almost unbearable. His taste is all around me—musk and earth and honey. Just a little more…

“Stop.”

His icy command halts me, my body responding to it automatically. He slips out just as abruptly as he entered my mouth, and I look up at him in search of his eyes. They are dark and intense. Glowing . The light they emit pulsates as if alive, touching me with its emerald green tendrils.

“You will do as I say now, Hayden. Won’t you?” He caresses my cheek, gently, fondly, as if I am a precious treasure. His precious treasure.

My heart lurches, the thought too much. Too impossible. Too good to be true. Yet I can’t help it, not when his gaze is so full of unabashed affection. It’s not fair. For this to be all an act, a performance, a lust-induced momentary slip up.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, forcing down all those things that I shouldn’t be thinking right now.

He cradles my face and leans in, kissing me softly. Unhurriedly, like he simply wishes to enjoy this blissful moment before he devours me.

“I can taste myself on you. It’s intoxicating.”

My heart can’t take it. It will break. I can’t handle this. And so I choose not to, breaking the kiss before I do something stupid like cry and beg him to love me for real.

I focus on the way my body feels, on the simmering sweet hum right under my skin, the tingles chasing across my back. My stomach is tied into knots, my dick is leaking and begging to be freed. My hole is pulsing and clenching, craving the sensation of stretch and fullness only he can give me.

“I’ll be so good, Daddy, I promise,” I plead, sliding one hand up and down his rigid erection. “Please breed my empty hole with your cock and remind me who I belong to.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, his fingers digging into my cheek. “So lovely and needy when you beg.”

Confidence blooming inside me, I push myself up from the floor and climb into his lap, rubbing my bulge against his cock. Taking one of his hands in mine, I bring it to my mouth and lick two of his fingers, still humping against him.

“Do you want to be fucked, Hayden?” he rasps, teasing me through the jockstrap as the slicked fingers find their way to my hole. “To show everyone here that you are mine. That all you think about is my cock stretching you. That they can’t touch you because I’m the only one allowed to do it.”

My head spins, hazy and pounding as his growly voice hijacks my every sense. I place my hands flat on his chest, panting hard. “Yess. Please, Daddy. I’m yours. Only yours.”

He purrs in that way that drives me insane with lust. “Good. So, so good. You’ll open your legs for me now, won’t you? Like you do whenever I tell you to.”

A torrent of desire flips my stomach again. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your slutty good boy. I can’t wait to have your big cock in me.”

My nipples are impossibly hard, neglected and begging just like my trapped erection. The cock ring still locked around it exacerbates the pressure in a mind-reeling way that has my entire body feeling like a balloon about to pop. The whispers of the crowd reach my ears as Leander pushes his fingers inside me. I cry out, I can’t hold my voice back. He smiles, his features tense and his eyes scorching.

“It’s been just two weeks and you are so tight already. You didn’t play with yourself while I didn’t fuck you?” he asks, sounding both pleased and awed.

“I did…” I confess, squirming as he crooks the fingers in search of my prostate. “I told you. With the dildo. But it didn’t feel as good as your dick.”

“Yet you didn’t come begging for it when I returned.”

I would wonder too if I was him, but now is not the time for this. I want him. I need him. He’s teasing me, stalling and edging, but I am at my limit. My body is starved for him, has been every day.

“I am now. I…” I suck my lip in when he tags the bundle of nerves inside me, a moan ripping out of my throat. “Wanted tonight to be special… Please, Daddy. Take me, claim me, mess me up or I will go crazy.”

He nips my neck, letting his teeth press just enough so I can feel the light sting of their pointy ends. “Beg me with your body, not just your mouth.” His arm comes around my waist and he pulls me closer, caging our dicks between our bodies. “Fuck yourself on my fingers like you will be on my dick.”

Liquid fire licks my spine, his command throwing my senses in disarray. I arch my back, plastering my chest against his. The skin-to-skin contact is heaven, his nipples just as hard as mine. I want to take them in my mouth, to lick them and tease them with my tongue, but he doesn’t let me. He keeps me exactly where he wants me, my head tipped back so he continues to rain kisses alongside my neck while I shake my hips and try to get his fingers deeper.

Before long, they aren’t enough, the initial stretch displaced by my need for more. I want to feel him with every cell, to forget anything else exists. I want him to claim me with both his cock and his teeth, to fuck me hard and rough so my body remembers it for days.

“More, Daddy.” I dig my nails into his back. “My greedy hole needs more of you. Please .”

The sounds of people fucking nearby snatches my attention, their moans and gasps fueling my arousal. I whip my head to the side as Leander pulls his fingers out, feeling both turned on by the lithe male getting railed from behind in the neighboring glass cage and empty from the lack of delicious pressure inside me.

I want to be him so much. He’s got the audience enthralled as he whimpers and shouts, shaking with his entire body from the force with which his partner is fucking him.

“Turn around.” Leander’s authoritative voice chases away my stupor, raising goosebumps all over me.

I snap my gaze to him, my brain playing catch up. He grabs my hips and rips the jockstrap off, tossing it to the side, and then manhandles me so I’m facing the audience. My breathing stutters. My chest feels tight, too tight, caging the wild animal my heart has become. My ears ring. Bouncing my eyes from face to face as the crowd drinks me in, I fight the assault of heat both to my core and my face.

Leander spreads my legs, exposing me fully now that the jockstrap is gone. My leaking cock twitches, flushed and harder than it’s ever been. His is nestled between my ass cheeks, the hotness of his shaft pressing just barely against my hole.

“So pretty,” a woman in a red sunhat says, taking out a camera and pointing it my way. “Your human is exquisite, Leander. So hungry for you and so obedient.” She licks her lips, her fangs poking out. “Perhaps you can let me have a turn after?”

Her words fly over my head, the camera the only thing my brain registers. Oh fuck, is she gonna film us?

Leander’s hand wraps around my erection, squeezing it at the base. His cock slips out from my crease, the head grazing my hole. “Let’s show her why she can’t have you, Hayden. Because I am the only one you want.”

A shiver surges through me, my arms shooting back to coil around his neck again. The pose causes my body to arch slightly, my toned abs pushing out as I try to get his dick inside me. It’s not working, but when I try to help myself with a hand, he doesn’t let me. Instead, he leans back into the couch and lifts me up by the ass, lining up his slicked cock to my hole. Anticipation twists my stomach, my breathing erratic.

I feel the tip first, rubbing and probing. Slowly, torturously. My abs tighten and my leg muscles flex. I need him. Now. A whimper leaves me, a mixture between a whine and a demand.

“You are lovely when I tease you. It only makes me want to do it more.”

I make another sound of protest, baring my teeth to scold him.

He pushes inside in one rough and deep thrust. I moan, my eyes snapping closed and rolling back into my head. Every nerve-ending I have comes alive in an onslaught of sensation as he drags his dick out and then rams back in again.

I keen, the sudden fullness overwhelming my body and mind. He’s so thick. So hot. The burning as he stretches me is too much after so long, the pressure almost unbearable.

“You’re doing so good, Hayden. Taking me so well,” Leander whispers into my ear, his breath hot and unleashing yet another current of electricity along my skin.

He thrusts again, tension building inside me. I try to bite off my groan, but I can’t, my whole being already a slave to the pain-tinged pleasure he’s giving me.

“That’s it. Let them hear your pretty voice.” He pulls out again, leaving just the head of his cock half-swallowed by my hole for everyone to see.

I open my eyes and seek out the vampire woman, spotting her camera first. It’s angled downward, no doubt recording the way my hole is stretched around Leander’s dick. Sparks of lust dance at the pit of my stomach. I cast my gaze around, my head spinning a little as Leander sinks his cock inside me and drags it out and then in again. Everyone is mesmerized, their gazes locked on us like they simply can’t look away.

Fuck , I like it. The pressure building inside me as Leander keeps pumping, combined with the breathy whispers and hungry eyes that track our every movement, makes this ten times better. It’s like the crowd can touch me, dragging invisible fingers across my chest, my belly, my thighs, the place where Leander and I connect.

“Do you like being watched?” Leander asks in a voice both strained and hoarse, groping the ass cheek he’s got a hold of with one hand. “Showing everyone how good my cock makes you feel?”

I make some sound of agreement, my moans drowning it out.

“Good. You are so good for me. So perfect. My lovely Hayden.” His voice will kill me, the way affection drips from it along with the mind-whirring lust.

I am his. And he has no idea how right he is. I want it, I need it, for my fairytale to be true even after the clock hits midnight.

It’s very hard to think with pleasure holding me hostage, to do more than allow him to have me the exact way he wishes, so I let my thoughts go. The muscles of his legs are tense, his abdominals flexing and unflexing under my palms. His scent is everywhere, like a fog at dawn you can’t escape, and his presence looms over us, tangible like a dark shadow spilling out of him with every labored breath.

I crane my head sideways, desperate for his gaze while the eyes of the audience continue to stay on us. Those green depths cut to me immediately, open and raw with both desire and fondness. His eyebrows are pinched, his lips a little swollen. Sweat covers his pale skin, the black silks of the couch enunciating his ethereal elegance. He’s beautiful. In a haunting way you wouldn’t be able to forget.

God, I want him. To be mine, truly.

“Leander… More. Claim me . Let everyone see that I am yours.” The words spill out of my mouth, truer than I’ve ever meant them as every inch of me vibrates in agreement.

His nostrils flare, his hips stuttering and skewing his rhythm. My neck is beginning to cramp, but I can’t look away from the shimmering reverence in his gaze. It’s aimed at me. It is for me. At least in this very moment.

It derails me further, pushing me toward the peak of ecstasy I’ve been craving to feel again since that night he bit me.

He must sense it, because the green in his eyes thins out to a rim around his blown out black pupils. His fangs protrude fully, glinting under the light of the chandelier above us. My insides squirm, my balls tingling with the need to come.

There is something different tonight, I can sense it. This feels like more than sex, more than a performance we are putting on. But I’m too far gone into delirious pleasure, too high on the addictive sensation of tangling myself with him to pinpoint the cause. So I don’t. I just let it be and focus on the scalding need for Leander within me.

I face forward, pushing my knees out to show off the way my body fits his. The way my hole devours his dick, the burning stretch now a backdrop that only enhances the pleasure. We slot together perfectly, as if we’ve been truly made for each other, and I want everyone to see it. To know it.

“Bite me, Leander. And then I want you to come…” I swallow hard, heart racing. “Inside me. To breed me like you did that night.” Hard enough so I can feel it, so it’s too much. So it leaks from me when he’s done rearranging my guts.

His hum of satisfaction reverberates through me, heady and unstoppable. He shuffles under me and the next thing I know, I’m turned around, no longer facing our audience. “Ride me,” he commands, narrowing down my world just to the sensation of fullness inside me as he stills and lets me take charge. “Ride me and use me for your pleasure. Let everyone see that you own me just as much as you are mine. Come for me and because of me. And then I’ll mark you, Hayden. Claim you. Just like you want. I’ll leave no doubt about whom you belong to, so no one dares go near you without my permission.”

He snaps his hips up, burying his dick so deep in me I see stars. My head swims, my breath hitching. Then he goes completely still again, waiting. Letting me take charge.

I need to come, to feel him come in me.

Hands on his shoulders, I attack his mouth. Pushing my tongue inside, I chase after his, not able to get enough of his taste, of his moans, of our gasps mixing together. It’s like a switch flips in me, my mind diminished only to one single directive—to get us both over the edge. I spread my legs further and push my ass out, then begin moving. Slowly the first few glides up and down his rock-hard cock, and then faster.

“Fuck, Leander,” I gasp as the sound of skin slapping against skin drowns out everything else. I control the angle, the pace. But it’s still not enough. I need more, I need all of it. “Feels so good. Need more. Need all of you.”

His hands clasp my waist firmly and he starts pumping again, meeting my every bounce with a thrust of his own. Yesss, fuck, this is it . Exactly what I need .

His tongue is back in my mouth, devouring and claiming. The sudden possessiveness ramps up the tension within me. Every snap of his hips causes him to hit my prostate, the pleasure blinding and merciless in its undeterred assault of every molecule that makes me up.

“Mine. Hayden. Mine. So so good,” he growls, the tips of his teeth poking my bottom lip.

“Yes, fuuuuck. I’m yours. Only yours.” I’m close, so close. “Not just tonight. Every night from now on.”

“Yesss,” he hisses, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “You smell so good. You smell mine .” He rams into me, harder, more desperate, and sinks his teeth in my flesh.

I’m floating, stars in my blood. My ears ring, my lungs burn. I’m reduced to nothing but the ability to feel him as he unravels, pumping me full of his cum. My own orgasm crashes into me, triggered by the chaotic, swooping sensation that takes over my core and slips into my stomach.

I scream his name as we kiss, everything tasting like copper and honey and earth. I’m too full, about to burst, but he keeps coming, fucking me through it. I don’t know how long it lasts, it feels like forever, each second that passes threatening to undo me.

It’s too much, too intense, too strong, too perfectly overwhelming. My world is no longer just me, it’s Leander too, he’s part of it, a piece that slots right in as we move together and slowly come down off our high.

We rock lazily, chasing after the lingering bliss, his mouth skimming across any part of me it can get to. The kisses are languid, unhurried, full of all the things I want. They lull me, his hands so very gentle as they rub circles across my damp back, as they touch the place where we are still joined.

“This was amazing,” I slur, running my fingers through his hair. I pull on it and tilt his head, claiming his lips in a barely-there ghost of a kiss. In my defense, it’s all I can manage with how boneless I feel. “I just need… a moment… before I can function again.”

He strokes the back of my head, his green eyes lovely and sated. “Shh. Do not worry, Hayden. Sleep. I’ve got you.”

Sleep… does suddenly sound good, my body already half-there. “Okay, but only a few minutes. And then we can go talk to that Viscount and tell him to fuck off because we are madly in love.”

He chuckles. “I believe there is no need. The whole room just witnessed it.”

With the last of my strength, I shoot him a wide grin. Or as wide as I can manage when moving even a single muscle is a feat. “I’m good, aren’t I?”

He kisses my forehead, then each of my eyelids. “No. You are perfect.”