8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Hayden

I wrap up my shower in the unnecessarily huge and opulent bathroom of one of Leander’s guest bedrooms, nerves roiling in my stomach. I can’t believe this Adonis of a man asked me to be his fake boyfriend. Me, a nobody human with nothing to my name. And on top of that, he’s letting me live here.

I can’t believe my luck. I think I’ve used up the entirety that was allotted to my life. Holy fuck. He’s so out of my league it’s not even funny, but because of some strange whim of fate, I’m here. In his house, where he fucked me into oblivion last night.

A self-deprecating chuckle bubbles out of me. I know I said that I needed sleep, but I didn’t actually think he was going to back off and let me have it. In fact, I was counting on it, stirring him up on purpose so we could have some late-night fun.

Yet, he took me straight to the floor with the spare rooms and let me pick one, disappearing somewhere in his huge house right after.

I stand in front of the gilded mirror and stare at my naked body. I’m objectively hot. It might sound conceited, but I spend a lot of effort making sure my body is in top shape. My face is also not bad. On top of that, we had crazy compatibility last time we fucked. I put on underwear and frown. Okay, so why isn’t he banging on my door, begging me to let him fuck me with his big cock? I don’t get it.

Until I do, the moment I walk out of the bathroom into the dark room. My eyes need time to adjust and can’t make out more than rough outlines, but I can feel it. His predatory presence. Lurking about in the shadows, stalking me. Preparing to strike and have me any way he wants.

My eyes dart left and right, up and down, scouring every inch of the room, but coming up short.

Where is he?

A loud screeching noise snaps my attention to the open window and I watch flabbergasted as a jerky line appears across the glass. The curtains sway as a gust of chilly wind caresses my bare skin, their shadows growing and growing and growing some more until they reach where I am standing on the other side of the room. They begin climbing my body, coiling around my legs like vicious snakes set on immobilizing me so I’m an easy target for my vampire stalker.

Snorting as a grin stretches my face, I bolt. As if I’m going to make it that easy for him. Where’s the fun in that?

“Catch me if you can, vampy!”

Part of my brain still can’t comprehend what I discovered tonight. Vampires are real. They exist, and so do other supernatural beings. They walk and live among us humans and we have no idea, believing them to be the result of our bored minds and the need for entertainment.

But they aren’t.

How cool is that, if a little trippy? And scary, I suppress a shudder, because if not for Leander, I really would’ve ended up as sashimi on that voodoo altar.

I turn left at the intersection of corridors, heading for the stairs. My bare feet pad against the luxurious hardwood, and my panting breaths echo in the silence of the wide hall. Paintings that I have no time to examine hang on the walls, the spaces between them occupied by ornamented sconces with burning candles.

Do vampires really have a thing for gothic style or something? And on that note, does Leander have a secret dungeon under his house like the library did? I bet he does. His house is massive.

I grab onto the banister, my hackles rising as ghostly fingers brush along my exposed back. Sucking in a sharp inhale because of their coolness and the wave of burning want the touch unleashes in me, I leap over four stairs and pick up speed. Vampire tricks or not, I’m gonna make Leander work for this piece of ass. If he thinks I’ll bend over just because he got a thousand times hotter when I found out what he truly is, he’s totally right, but I have to at least pretend he is not.

Another drag of fingers—this time along my sides and my waist—rips out an appreciative, needy moan from me. Fuck, I don’t know what he’s doing and how, but my body is on fire. It feels so good and so not enough. I need more, I need him. But if I let him catch me now after I challenged him, I don’t know what will happen to me.

I jump the last few steps and land with a thud, swaying a little as my balance is compromised. The front door is in sight, and I sprint toward it. If I go out, I just need to follow the driveway to the gate. I’m pretty sure that if I can reach it and leave his property, I will win this little game I started.

“Hayden. You can’t escape me,” Leander’s deep and smooth tenor taunts me, each sound a feather-light kiss on my skin.

My dick is bulging my briefs, making it a little uncomfortable to run. My nipples are hard. I swallow and keep going, the door now inches away. It’s locked. Leander chuckles, his pleasant voice reverberating through me.

Oh fuck. What do I do now?

Movement on the landing with the humanoid statues that’s halfway to the second floor pulls my frantic gaze. An amalgamation of shadows slithers out from the space between the two marble sculptures. It resembles them in its form, with two strikingly green eyes that glow like beacons calling out to me. They stare at me, and I stare at them, mesmerized and paralyzed and drowning in them of my own accord.

The shadowy mass moves, hovering in a way so uncanny it can never be mistaken for human. It snaps me out of the stupor, reminding me that I need to run or I’ll probably regret it. After giving the door one final try, I abandon it, dashing down the entry hallway toward the back of the mansion. I have no idea where the corridor leads, but I bet there must be another way out.

I pass through what seems to be a lounge, Leander’s predatory presence getting closer. Just when it feels like he’s about to make his move, I spot an open window by a piano and two bonsai pots. Veering sharply to the left, I pick up speed and vault over the sill, grateful that the ground under it is grass and not pebbles.

Moonlight illuminates my surroundings and soft breeze rustles the trees nearby. I can smell flowers, their scent sweet and relaxing as if trying to convince me to sit down and wait for my captor to catch me. The urge to give in is almost too good to resist, but I do, picking out a dirt path through the luscious garden. Leaves and blooms shimmer in a sheen of silver light as I pass them. I am on the side of the house, my eyes scanning for a way to the front.

I don’t see one. Where it should be is a tall wall of blooming rose vines with a tiered fountain in front. I run past it, not lingering once I am sure I can’t climb over. The path leads me to a pond with a bridge over it that seems to lead to a greenhouse on the edge of a cliff.

Fuck, it’s a dead end. I need to circle back. Head over to the patch of woods I saw where the path forked. That’s ought to lead somewhere.

I turn around and go completely still, my eyes wide and my jaw clenched. I can’t feel Leander’s presence. It was here, just seconds ago, hunting me through his fairytale-like garden.

Where did it go? When did I lose it?

My insides twist, my heart hammering mad against my ribcage as if it wants to get out. He’s playing with me, like he did in the club. Confusing me, so he can strike without giving me the chance to react. Arousal and adrenaline pulse in my blood, my cock still rigid even as my senses heighten in search of telltale signs of danger.

I look around, turning in a slow circle. The bushes sway, the crowns of the trees whisper. The pond’s surface gleams with the light of the moon and the breeze smells of ocean and seaweed. My skin is damp with sweat, my pulse racing. I swallow, overly aware of the way my neck moves with the action, of the loud gulp I am sure he can hear.

Where will he come from? The terrain is relatively open, I see no places to hide. No shadows are moving in a way that they shouldn’t either. Is it possible that I lost him? Or did he get bored?

My eyes flit to the looming form of the mansion. What if the only way out is through it? What if those woods are another dead en—

I yank to the side, barely avoiding his arm as it tries to wrap around my midriff. The tips of his claws graze my oblique, sending tingling heat that spikes my heartbeat once again. Leander is standing where I just was, his muscled body naked and dripping water. Did he come out of the pond ? How did he end up there? When? His free hand is coiled around his erection, stroking it lazily as his glowing emerald eyes feast on me. Fire blazes in them, its flames entrapping me where I stand.

God, he’s gorgeous. In a wild way. How his chest is rising and falling, the smile that curves his pretty lips. His vampiric fangs are out, the tips poking out, and he swipes his tongue to collect the drops of water clinging to his mouth. He’s got some swirly tattoo right above his groin, the patterns and lines and circles resembling a crest.

“I think I have humored you enough for tonight, Hayden,” he says in a voice dripping sex, sliding that captivating gaze down my heated body.

My dick jerks, ready and eager. My blood pounds in my ears. “Oh, but I’m just getting started, vampy.”

I only glimpse the hint of amusement in his expression before I turn on my heel and sprint like my life depends on it. I suppose it does, in a way, the consequences of defying him both scary and exciting.

I make it to where the path forks before he collides with me. We fall to the ground, and for a few heartbeats I manage to hold my own against him, but then that comes to an abrupt end as he pins my hands above my head and restrains my hips with his powerful legs.

“So naughty,” he hums, his eyes drinking me in from above. “Even though you agreed to my rules when you came to live with me.”

I rub my thigh against his erection as much as the constraining position allows me to and open my mouth to counter him. But I don’t get to say anything, don’t really get to even conceive a smartass remark, as his mouth smashes into mine with possessive greed. His tongue swipes over the seam of my lips, probing them open with urgency.

The snarl I start turns into a filthy moan when his dark taste hits me, overwhelming and so much stronger than the last time we kissed. He presses his body into mine, his weight pinning me to the grass-covered ground as stars blink above us in the black sky.

I try to push him away. I fight him. His tongue as it tangles with mine, his scent as it rubs into my skin, his taste as it settles inside me. It’s a reflex, a self-preservation thing, because this feels like I really am his prey. Like he’s about to make me submit in a way that there is no turning back from.

My instincts scream at me that this is no longer a game, that I need to run, but at the same time my body is begging for more. Enjoying it, yearning to yield. It’s like some switch has flipped both in me and him, unlocking our suppressed sides and they are now in charge, barreling forward with disregard for everything else.

We part for air. His thumb wipes the saliva from my mouth. I bite him. I don’t know what comes over me, but I dig my teeth deep enough to break skin. His eyes go wide, filling with scorching intensity and desire.

“I see I must tame you the proper way, Hayden,” he says, grabbing me by the hair with his free hand. He pulls my head back roughly and exposes my neck, licking a line from the base to my chin. “I must teach you that a deal with a vampire is no game. I own you while you live here.” He lets go of my hair and pinches my left nipple, licking the other one, then shoves his hand between us. “Your body, your pleasure. Do you understand?”

My eyes roll back when he rips my underwear and grasps the base of my cock, squeezing to show me how much he means those words.

Fuck. I’m gonna die. This feels so fucking good. I’ve lost my mind, I’m positive. My brain is still screaming for me to get the fuck away, but never mind that I can’t and he won’t let me. I don’t really want to. This is… so wrong but so right, that tingling sensation at the base of my spine crawling through the rest of me as he presses his fingers against my leaking slit. Smearing pre-cum, he gives me a slow rub, teasing the underside of my shaft. I moan, my body arching off the ground and my ass clenching.

“ Do you understand ?” he repeats, shoving one finger inside my twitching hole.

“Fuuuck. Yes, Daddy. Please, yes. I’ll be sooo good,” I ramble, the sudden burn and stretch just what I needed.

“Oh, I will make sure you are, Hayden.” He lets go of my wrists, but I keep them above my head, his hand fishing for something next to us.

When it returns, it’s holding something. I don’t get the chance to see what it is. My world tilts and spins and I’m lifted up from the ground, and suddenly I find myself on my fours, looking at the dark mansion as Leander looms above me from behind.

He grabs my neck, goosebumps erupting all over me. Is he going to bite me? Suck me dry of my blood? I kind of want it. Not the sucking dry part, but the biting. I don’t know why, but there was something undeniably erotic about watching him drink that woman’s blood, about the expression of bliss he was wearing. I want to be the reason for it. I want to make him make that face, and besides, I’m a little curious if there is some truth in those vampire stories which claim that being bitten during sex increases the pleasure tenfold.

But biting is not what I’m getting, I realize as Leander puts a leather collar around my neck. “You will wear this at all times. And when I’m not fucking you, you will be a good boy and also wear this.”

I stare at the golden hoop object he holds up in front of my face and blink. It’s a cock ring. Fuck me, this is so hot. “You want me horny for you all day, Daddy?”

Something clicks and I’m suddenly arching my back toward him as he pulls on my collar. “Aren’t you already? I know you’ve been thinking about taking my cock since the morning, Hayden. I could smell it in class.”

He punctuates that point by ramming inside me without warning. I howl in pain-pleasure, my ass feeling like it’s going to split from the sudden fullness. “Yessss.”

I can feel every inch of him as he slides in. As he forcefully stretches me. The lack of thorough preparation heightens the sensation, my body scrambling to accommodate for the thick girth of his cock. I love how big it is. The way it makes me feel as it pulls out and then rams right in again.

Fuck, I think I really like it from behind. The adrenaline from the chase still has me on edge and the dominant way in which he’s fucking me like he really owns me is doing it for me. I’ve no idea how he’s able to tap into my most depraved fantasies with such ease, but he seems to have a knack for it.

Leander pulls on what must be a leash attached to the collar. My head snaps to the side with a protest at the ready, but his mouth is already waiting for me there. I latch on to it, desperation for his taste budding out from my chest as I inhale his earthy scent. He snaps his hips, driving deep into me before I can kiss him. I groan, squeezing my eyes as my whole body experiences the thrust. His cock hits my prostate, unleashing a pulse of tension and sparks up my spine.

“You are taking my cock so well, Hayden. So, so well. It’s like it was made for your greedy tight hole.” He pokes his tongue out, teasing my bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking about it. About you. During class. Imagining how pretty you’d look riding my cock in front of everyone.”

“Yes, Daddy. Me, too,” I confess, the words tumbling out of me. “I was so horny for you all day. I couldn’t concentrate on much else.”

He grunts and presses his palm against my shoulder blades, pushing me down. It changes the angle from which he’s fucking me, and I can feel his balls as he bottoms out. The added sensation makes the tension in me sweeter, every touch lighting up more nerve-endings I didn’t know I even had.

“More, Daddy. Faster. This feels so good. I need more.”

One time with Leander was really enough to turn me into a slut for his cock. I low-key love it. It just feels so good, and I’m here for it. It’s like I’ve been missing something until last night, a part of me had been locked away. And now it’s free, thanks to him.

I dig my fingers into the grass as Leander picks up pace, the breeze sending shivers across my heated skin. He’s clasping my waist now, railing me with vigor that matches my frantic heartbeat. I whimper and moan, can’t help it, letting my voice out just like I know he likes. The noises he’s making reverberate through me, heightening my arousal. I’m the one causing them. My body. How good it must feel for him to fuck me, too.

The thought hijacks my mind. He’s so turned on. I can feel it. He wants me, he needs me, my body a perfect match for his. The underlying violence, the aggressiveness in his thrusts, I can take it all. It fuels that deep need in me to please him even more, to give him all I have so he can in turn make me feel good. He’s reading me so well, it’s mind-blowing, like we are simply attuned to each other even though we are practically still strangers.

“You are doing great, Hayden. Taking your punishment so so well,” he praises, the words hitting me in my core. “If you come without touching yourself, I will feed your mouth my cock first thing tomorrow and then fuck you before practice so you remember who you belong to.”

My mouth waters. Oh fuck, why is the filth he says so sexy?

As if it’s been waiting for his invitation, the need to come mounts in me, tingling and almost too much to bear.

“Daddy, do you want to bite me?” I whimper, shaking my hips to meet each glide and pull of his dick.

The assault on my prostate is making me see stars, but I need a little bit more to reach that height of pleasure without touching my cock. Being bitten by my Vampire Daddy while he owns my hole sounds way too erotic to pass on. I want it. I know he will make it good for me, and not just because of the way his hips stuttered or because he started pounding faster when I asked.

Humming, Leander covers me with his strong body, his hands snaking under to tease my nipples as he mouths along the juncture of my shoulder and neck. “Are you sure, Hayden? It’s quite addictive once you’ve tried it.”

As if I’m not already addicted to him. What’s adding one more reason to the pile, right?

“Yes, Daddy. Please. I want to come for you.”

“Very well.”

He licks around the area and kisses it, taking his time. Just when I am about to complain as tension keeps building within me with no outlet, he sinks his teeth in my shoulder. I cry out, the sharp sting catching me off-guard for a moment. It’s like burning nails, my flesh ripping and pulsing as shocks of pain surge through my body. And then all of that is gone, replaced by the most potent pleasure my body has ever been subjected to.

“Fuck, fuck!”

I scream as I come, the pressure building from my ass and my shoulder propelling my orgasm through me. My cum paints the grass under me, my body spasming and my muscles flexing while my vision blurs and my lungs fight for air. Leander tenses above me, chanting my name as he continues sucking on my neck. Before long, his cock starts throbbing.

It’s kind of weird at first, but in a good way. It adds to the zapping pleasure of my own orgasm, every spurt of his dick pulling unhinged moans and broken-up words from me.

“Daddy, so good. Yesss. Fill me up more.”

He keeps pumping into me in slow and deliberate motions until we stop shaking. Both of us collapse on the grass, panting and sweaty. I plaster my back to his front, his dick still in my ass. He cradles my chin and forces my head back, kissing me hard and owning my mouth like he did my hole.

“Such a good boy. Letting me breed you so well you’ll feel me for days,” he coos, stroking my cheek and slowly ending the kiss.

He slips out of me gently, rubbing my stretched hole with his fingers. A hum of satisfaction settles into my muscles and bones, causing my eyelids to feel heavy. I feel something warm drip down my thigh.

“I think I’m leaking your cum,” I say with pride, a yawn slurring my words.

“You are so beautiful,” Leander says in an awed voice, pressing his finger inside with no resistance as he places a kiss on my shoulder.

I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t know. I feel more dirty and sexed-out than pretty. Think I need a shower, but moving is too much effort right now.”

He chuckles, the fond sound summoning butterflies in my already fluttering stomach. “Sleep then.” He kisses my head. “I will take care of the mess we made.”

Okay. This sounds good. He did it last time, took me home too, so I know he’s thorough.

“Okay.” I nod, fighting another yawn. “And don’t forget to give me your cock in the morning. I have killer blowjob skills, trust.”