41. Millie

41

MILLIE

ONE MONTH LATER

Hayden has been adamant and consistent about convincing me we can still do all the normal things I can do with a human boyfriend. It's been a week at the university near the Cathedral, and so far, I'm living my life like it's normal to have a vampire fiance who doesn't give me any other choice but to choose him.

I emailed Hayden from the library computer on campus and wanted to stay longer tonight. I don't need one of his human bodyguards driving me home tonight as they have been doing since I started my junior year of college. He hasn't responded, and I don't expect him to.

I'm keen on perfecting my studying skills. I want to ace my first English literature exam, so I stayed longer on campus. Hayden is asleep during the day, anyway.

There are faint noises of people typing on their computers, light chatter, and books closing. The library is quiet and smells of wood and old books. It's my favorite scent, and I feel a sense of complacency in my new life. When I registered for college, Hayden insisted he pay for all my classes in full. I fought him on that as best I could, but there's no winning that battle.

It's been a breath of fresh air to be able to do things I've set out to do before my Valkyrie demise at twenty-three. Hayden will turn me when I consent on my twenty-second birthday. Out of fear of how powerful, ruthless, unremorseful, and unpredictable Hayden has become, the Council doesn't want to challenge him to turn me. Everyone fears him—every single King and person who breathes fears Hayden.

He killed King Davenport Hayden is unpredictable.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the rush, baby? Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?" Hayden rushes over and stops when he's right in front of Jared and me. He wears a giant devious smirk across his handsome face and I just know he's staring daggers at Jared behind those dark sunglasses. His intentions are anything but welcoming. I know that sinful smirk all too well. It's seared into my soul.

He grabs my hand, pulling me to his chest as he throws his arms over my shoulder possessively.

He reaches for Jared's hand.

"I'm Hayden. Millie's fiance." Jared stares at Hayden's hand like it's going to bite him. He studies the family crest ring he wears on his middle finger. Jared slowly holds his hand out, and Hayden takes it with confidence.

"Jared."

"Ahh, Jared…let me guess. Captain of the baseball team, straight A's, lots of friends." Hayden scoffs. "Looking for your next baseball bunny to fuck after games?"

My mouth drops open, and I tug on Hayden's arms.

"Hayden. Don't." I pull on his leather jacket harder, urging him to leave Jared alone. He's being ridiculous.

"Look, man, I think Millie can make her own choices whether she wants to go to one of the games. She did tell me that she's new here, after all. I'm just being friendly." Jared straightens his back, puffing out his chest defensively. Still, Hayden is taller and easily towers over Jared's build.

Hayden glances at me over his shoulder and clenches his jaw tight. It flexes over his sharpened and pointed chin with dark enthusiasm.

"Friendly…huh?" Hayden takes a step toward Jared, closing the distance more, and I swear I feel like the Earth is spinning. Hayden takes off his sunglasses and grins ominously.

"Let me show you how friendly I can be when someone tries to take what's mine."

"Hayden!" I shout at him over the sound of engines being revved and all of his friend's dark laughter behind us like it's entertainment. They're egging him on. "Let's go home," I plead.

"Yes, my angel. Anything you want…but right after I finish saying goodbye to Jared." He stares at Jared's shoes, and I hold my hand over my chest. My heart pounds ruthlessly, skipping beats, but I can't unglue my eyes to what's about to unfold in front of me.

"Tell me something, Jared…" he murmurs, still looking at the floor, but then Hayden lifts his head slightly, and his ocean-blue eyes change to crimson red. He smiles with long, dangerous fangs and taunts Jared. "Do you believe in Vampires?"

Jared pissed his pants from fear and almost passed out when Hayden transformed into vampire mode. Kolton pounced on Jared, sucked his blood until he got his fill, and then left him. Hayden reassured me he wouldn't remember anything from tonight because of the venom that gets injected into Jared's system.

Still, I'll remember every little detail about tonight.

I thought after I came back and set a wedding date, he'd be less possessive and depraved, but he's only gotten worse. I cling to his waist as he drives us toward a lake near the Cathedral alone. I'm swearing in my head about twenty times. I'm so mad at him. After twenty minutes, he parks his bike right next to the lake. There's a full moon that reflects against black waves. It's the prettiest view I've seen.

As soon as he puts the brake down, I jet off the bike and let go of him. It earns me a low creature-like growl from Hayden, but I don't care.

"Don't you fucking dare think about trying to run from me!" Hayden blares as he still sits on the bike and holds the handles so tight I'm surprised he hasn't torn his bike apart.

"He's innocent! You promised you wouldn't do this! You promised you wouldn't do stuff like this! You can't kill or almost kill guys that talk to me or just… look at me !" I palm my waist.

"Yes, I fucking can. He talks to you again, and I'll fucking kill him!" He drawls as he holds out his hand and calls me over to him by curling his fingers. "Come here, Millie."

"No," I grit out.

"Come here, Millie, and sit on my cock. I know you want to," he demands, rough yet silky simultaneously.

I hate that he senses the sensation that sparkles in between my thighs. Even when he fucks up, and we fight, he senses when my body burns and ignites, waiting for him.

"No!" I yell, bewildered by his relaxed nature. "You almost killed him just because he asked me to go to his game! You keep acting recklessly, and one day, people will start to notice that vampires exist and come after you! You're being irresponsible and jealous!" Instead, I no longer face him and pace around, anxiously looking at the water as I run up and down the shore. I continue to vent with no filter. "You're an asshole sometimes! I hate?—!"

"Millie," he seethes, warning me to stop. "Watch your words before I do something that you'll really hate ."

I stop pacing and glare at him.

"I hate that you keep doing stuff like this. You can't kill everyone who hurts me, Hayden. I just…I'm…" I drift off, trying to find the right words to form. Finally, the realization hits me, and my throat tightens. I close my eyes as I walk closer to him, still fuming with heat in my cheeks, flared nostrils, and crossed arms over my chest. I stop before him as his curiosity builds in those entrapping light blue eyes. He frowns as he watches me intently.

"I'm scared of losing you," I murmur. "Stop putting yourself and your kind at risk. I can't lose you." I cry softly as I close my eyes. "You're being reckless. Exposing yourself and your vampirism is not safe. Don't make more enemies, you have enough already." The thought of people finding out about vampires and coming after Hayden makes me physically and mentally unstable. I crumble at the thought of someone finding out about vampires and killing Hayden. What if people find out and try to kill every vampire that walks? Although I know it's nearly impossible with how powerful and unremorseful he is, it's still there. An unknown gnawing situation I don't ever want to encounter.

Hayden picks me up quickly as my tears fall, forcing me to straddle him. I try to lift myself off. I'm still upset with him about the Jared situation. But he keeps me restrained down by my waist. I'm forced to sit on his very hard, thick cock that's restrained by his jeans. It's begging for release.

"That's not possible, Bambi. You will always have me. I promise. I'm not going anywhere. Wherever your soul goes, mine will follow. It doesn't matter where or how far." His cold fingers trail up my thigh and snake underneath my plaid skirt. I hitch a nervous breath as he trails circles over my damp throbbing pussy. "I'm obsessed, addicted, and tethered to you for eternity. I love you."

I meet his now red eyes as I run my hand through his dark, disheveled hair. He's clean-shaven, like he likes to be. His throat rolls up and down as he meets my watery eyes, locking with them as his fangs flash. He tugs the back of my hair and pulls me into him. He trails his nose at the middle of my breasts. His cold tongue drags amongst my skin and kisses each breast as I moan. My entire body explodes with goosebumps, and I shiver when he rips my shirt open—making my bra no longer usable and my breasts fall out.

He groans, satisfied, and places his mouth on my pointed nipple. He sucks hard as his fangs beg to puncture me, but he holds himself back.

"I'm still very mad at you." I declare over my thundering heartbeat and hot cheeks as his cold three fingers enter me. My front teeth dig into my bottom lip, rough as he glides in through perfectly as always. My wetness coats his rough skin as he pumps them in and out. Every time we touch, it's like an electrocution of fire, bliss, and erratic wild lust that turns into a tornado of emotions. Loving Hayden and all the darkness that comes with his tortured soul is a thrill with storms and rainbows. Each day, each kiss, and each breath I take with him by my side is a gift.

"If this is you mad, I'm going to piss you off some more." He pulls my neck into his mouth, and sinks his fangs inside my pulsating sensitive flesh just as he pulls my underwear aside. He unzips his jeans and enters me roughly. The head of his cock bulldozes its way inside me as he sucks my blood from where he marked my neck. The scar he forever tattooed on my body from when he first bit me. Pure madness rages on as he controls the speed.

"Fuck, Millie. You have a body that can make demons worship angels," he deeply grunts into my neck. The noises he makes turn me on so high.

I roll my hips fast and needy, making a mess of myself as I whimper from the pain of his bloodlust. His teeth always cut into me like butter. As I move, warmth leaks down my neck. It's my blood. We make love to each other on his bike, with teeth, blood, and craze. Our bodies become one as we fuck underneath the moon and right by the water as he gets his sweet tooth satisfied by my blood.

"How do I feel?" I moan and scrape my black polished nails into his back.

" You feel like mine ," he drawls deeply without missing a beat.

Hayden

Fuck. Every time I sink all the way home into her tight pussy, her walls welcome me perfectly because she was made for me. No other man will ever get to experience the way her soul lights up a room or the way she comes with my name on her lips. I don't know how I'm going to survive knowing she attracts other men just by breathing at the university. Her presence is a glowing gift and everyone notices her when she walks into a room, it's inevitable. I'll be watching closely, even when my back is turned. I'll always be watching. I may be paranoid, but I'm doing everything I can to keep her alive before she consents. I'm watching her all the time when she thinks I'm not. The evil shadow inside of me grows by the day.

I am the most powerful vampire King in Immortal's Country.

"You're so beautiful, Millie. You're every single dream I've ever had come true. I don't regret scaring that little asshole away tonight. I'll remove any man's eyeballs from their skull if they look at you like that," I groan as her honey-brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

"Creep" by Radiohead plays as I continue to rail her deeper and deeper on my bike until the head of my cock destroys her pussy. I pull on her skirt, fisting it to keep her in place. Because every time I thrust, she jolts from how much power I drill upon her body. As always, I have to restrain my strength because I'll end up killing her if I don't. My girth is too thick and long that every time I pump, it hits her cervix and sweet g spot. She moans, and I know those sounds all too well. Those sweet melodies she makes me when she's close to meeting her climax.

"Always keep these legs open for me… and only me ," I growl. I continue to feed from where I engraved my teeth marks like a tattoo. Her hands thread into my hair, pulling me closer to the base of her neck as if it'll help ease the pain. The taste of her warm, Valkyrie blood is another blessing I don't deserve but one I will cherish for eternity.

"Hayden, my love, it hurts. You can stop now." A whimper follows suit out of her pink lips that match her flustered cheeks.

She tries to push me off her neck with her palms, but my demons want me to keep going.

"No!" I growl, defying her and continue to drain her from her neck. I thrust harder, faster, a deep creature like snarl vibrates against her hot flesh as I hold her tighter. I can't help it. It's too fucking good. "You can take it," I command through a full mouth of her metallic addictive blood. How does she expect me to stop? It's like trying to defy gravity. She's too delicious, too beautiful to refrain myself.

She snaps me out of the darkness.

Her dainty and slender fingers connect with the side of my face and temples. I growl and my vampirism slowly retreats. I stop drinking. I lick my ice lips as her hot blood drips all over the both of us.

"I'm sorry," I apologize weakly as I pull back.

But she doesn't stop riding me. She yanks my hair and throws her head back as we fuck. She's covered in red just the way I love. Her pussy clenches down on my dick as she moans my name over and over again. She's coming all over my cock.

"I hate you sometimes. Oh... fuck Hayden ," she moans harder as her orgasm rips through her, and her cheeks pinken.

I grin proudly, watching her come undone. Her walls are closing in tighter around my nerves and I implode. I spill my cum inside her with a feral growl, bliss clouding my thoughts and the demons fade away to the point I don't know my own name.

I love her. I love her so fucking much. When she's not with me, I'm lost . I would turn her now if I could but she wants to experience being a mother and I'm going to honor that before Death comes knocking on her door.

"We're going to have our little family one day. You will carry my children. And we'll never let them feel what we did, right?" I groan into her neck, kissing and licking at her wound.

She's heaving, her chest coated in sweat despite the freezing temperature. Millie looks as if she doesn't want to come back down from the oblivion I just fucked her in. She nods as her blissful climax still lingers between the both of us. She presses her lips to my cheeks.

"Our own little family," she concedes. "You always get what you want…even if you have to take it."