A month later, the same things kept happening. Chantal would catch an attitude on top of an attitude. She never stopped bitching, and every time I turned around, she was sinking her teeth into me or one of the humans. She was getting better as she learned not to kill them. Still, my so-called siblings were calling Cep, telling him what was going on, and it ended with me getting yelled at. He acted as if he didn't understand. I didn't want Chantal or anyone as my mate, and I wasn't binding myself to the woman.
Why did we have to have sex to control her bloodlust? Hell, she drank from me daily whether I wanted her to or not, and most of the time, we were naked. That should have accounted for something, and two days ago, the crazy whore attacked me in the shower for no apparent reason. Then, she refused to heal me after. Something wasn't right about her bites. They were hard to heal, and I was sure she was killing me. I could feel it, which was why I was sitting in Michael's club waiting for him to show.
Any other time, the bastard would be down here, soon, as it opened. Tonight was different. He had to be someone fucking a girl or vamp or whatever he liked. It was something I needed to do, but right now, I need another answer from Michael. It had to be something else that Chantal and I could do. Then, I had issues with the other vamps. They acted as if they didn't know she was mine and how to stay away from her. I kept telling myself I didn't want her, but I also didn't want her with another.
They weren't allowed to touch her as I acted like a crazy person each time they did. I was doing what I wanted but was refusing to let her. I needed to stop hindering her from living her life, and Michael was going to tell me how.
"Why are you here, Ambrose? I hope you are not looking for what I think you are. I'm not about to get attacked by your crazy-ass mate again.
"I'm not... I'm looking for Micheal. Is he up there?" The stripper nodded slowly, and I could tell by the way she looked around that she was scared Chantal would jump from the shadows. She was mad about the last time she tried to sleep with me in front of Chantal and how she nearly tried to kill her. We both were like that, and it had to stop.
Michael was going to tell me something, but I wasn't waiting for the woman to call him. I was fed up as I hurried my way up to his penthouse above the club, walking straight in. He was in there with his wings spread wide, and some human girl held on to them while she rode him. His fangs were sunken into her neck as I noticed the bites all over her body, but she seemed to enjoy it. Her moans bounced off the walls as I walked closer, stopping only when Michael and I made contact.
"You can join if you like."
"Please do, Brose. I haven't seen you in a long time." I sighed when I noticed who it was. Veronica whore ass, and I should have known who she was from the start, but my mind was on Chantal as I imagined her riding me as Vicki was doing Michael. I was losing it as I stood there thinking what I should do. I didn't like to share, but it was tempting.
"I think I'll pass. I'm here for a different reason, and you better watch yourself. She likes to get pregnant."
"Good thing I know how to use condoms." Michael laughed, licking her bite marks before whispering something into her ear. She nodded and quickly stood to walk away, but not before giving me a full view of her body. I stared with no shame, making her smile and leave.
"You need to tell me what Chantal and I need to do. I can't take any more of this bullshit."
"I told you what you need to do. You need to have sex with your bride—"
"That's not an option, and she's not my bride." Michael stood, stepping toward me as he towered over my small figure compared to mine. I was tall but nowhere near as tall as him. He was more of a giant, and I didn't like the fact he was naked in front of me. I didn't feel comfortable, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was a man.
He held the authority, and I felt like one of his whores. However, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I hated it when he and Cepheus did shit like this, how they treated me like a child. I may have looked young, but I was nowhere near it. "Brose, can't you see she's draining you of your life force? You cannot kill her, but she can kill you, and she's doing it. Stop being stubborn and sleep with your wife— or let her pick another mate. I'm always open, and I wouldn't mind having her sexy self-attached to my side."
Something clicked in me as I shoved him back. There was no way in hell I was about to let someone else have Chantal. She got on my nerves, but she was mine and I would kill anyone who would try and take her. I also knew if I let Michael have her, once he became tired, he would kill her. He and Cep was alike in that manner, maybe because he was his creator.
"So, you can kill her—"
"I told you Chantal cannot be killed, Brose."
"Whatever, I still will never hand her over to you. I don't want to be bonded with her. I never said—"
"You never said you didn't want her. Your whole plan was to sleep with her and feed. Brose, you're a hundred-and-thirty-eight-year-old vampire. It's time for you to grow up. Your destiny was set a long time ago. I created Cepheus, who was the first true vampire. The only vamp beside myself who can walk in daylight without the sun harming us. There hasn't been another made in centuries until you turned Chantal. You have a rare gem. Stop being stupid and listen to what I'm saying. She's your mate for a reason, and if I were you, I wouldn't let the opportunity pass. Who knows what great powers you can have?
I was confused, and Chantal didn't walk in the daylight. I knew that for a fact since I put her arm in the sunlight, and she was burned. Michael was talking shit and knew nothing about an ancient creature. However, I understood what he was doing, and it was a load of bullshit right down to the core. He was making stuff up to get me into bed with Chantal.
"Oh wow, next, you're going to tell me she can get pregnant." Michael laughed, shaking his head. "No, sadly, that will never happen. You know female vamps cannot give birth unless they were already with child when they were bitten. I can see you feel something for Chantal. So, tell me, what are you afraid of, Ambrose?"
"Afraid of?" I asked as I cocked a brow. "I'm afraid of nothing. Why would you think I'm afraid of something? That was a stupid question." I was lying, and Michael sensed it as he narrowed his eyes, but I stood my ground, not letting my guard down. Something must have been funny because he chuckled, rubbing my jaw with his thumb.
"You're quite handsome when you're lying, Brose." I hissed as he rested his forehead against mine. There he was, trying to make me feel like a child again. "Are you afraid that your little mouse will leave you as your parents did a hundred and twenty years ago? Understand the bond you have with Chantal is much stronger than you think. All you have to do is complete it." I was annoyed with his request. They wanted something I couldn't give, but Michael wasn't going to rest until I did my part. It had me questioning myself as he placed a single kiss on my cheek before stepping away.
"I'm—"
"Go home to your bride, Brose!" My mouth opened, but he pointed to the door. I knew not to argue because Michael always got what he wanted, and I didn't want to see the man angry. It never ended well, so I nodded and made my way to the door upset. During the entire ride home, I thought about what he had said. Most of it was true. I was scared Chantal would leave me like my parents did. It was the whole reason I put up this wall. I had to be an asshole to everyone because I didn't want to fall in love for them to leave me. It was why I was a deadbeat father to my supposed-to-be son and why I left ten years ago after he was born.
I was a coward when it came to the love subject. Everyone knew, and Lucy thought she could change my mind. Like the others, she was a means to an end. She liked to think we were friends with benefits, but I only thought of her as a good fuck I could get whenever I liked. That's how it stayed until recently, and like all the others, she became upset with me, especially when she found out about Chantal. I was changing my life for her while giving her my ass to kiss. It was the way I was, and I didn't know how to change it.
Maybe it was because I didn't want to.
However, it had to be a way around the mess, which I would have to figure out later as I pulled up at home. Only there was a problem; it sounded like they were having a party as I heard laughing and talking coming from the parlor, causing me to follow the sound. As soon as I walked in, I was stopped by the sight before me. Chantal was sitting under Keir, holding his arm around her as she rested her head on his shoulder. I watched as his lips brushed across her forehead and how she looked up to him.
Were they fucking?
I really didn't want to know, but I wondered when it started. I know I left and came when I pleased, but this. This was unacceptable. "I see you all decided to party without me," I said, holding my stern face as Chantal and I made eye contact. She quickly pulled away from Keir, looking down as he turned to her, looking upset. She knew the deal, and I didn't have to say it as she stood and made her way to my side after I pulled her towards the stairs.
"She's allowed to have fun, Ambrose. You can leave and go as you please. Fuck who you want, but you expect her to do nothing. I gave her the attention she needed while making her feel as she should." I stopped in my tracks to look down at Cha as she quickly looked away. She told me everything I needed to know as I looked back at the vampire, who was still speaking.
"Go to the room! I'll handle you later!" I yelled, and before I knew it, my nails were digging into Keir's chest while everyone screamed.
"You're hurting him! Ambrose stop! Please Stop!" I was pissed and wanted him dead until her small hand rested on mine, forcing me to turn to her. The rage showed in my eyes, but she stood there as calmly as she could as she slowly pulled me to her. I tried to turn back to Keir and finish what I'd started, but I couldn't as she started to walk us to the stairs when he stood.
"Sit your ass back down, or I'll take your fucking heart! Go now, Chantal!"
She knew she was pissing me off as she turned back to Keir with a smile before leaving. It made me want to pull her back down the stairs and punish her in front of everyone. Instead, I turned back to Keir as I told myself not to kill him. "You need to learn how not to touch shit that isn't yours. I told you to stay away from her. You can't be trusted. Cepheus said a long time ago that you were a fucking snake. I've seen it for myself how dirty you can be— but this! What did you do? Use your mind control. I really don't want to know, but I know what this is about. Out of all the women in this house, you had to choose her. She belongs to me—"
"You think you're so much, but you don't know the half. You're a simple-minded little boy—"
"Keir, that is enough!" Lucy spoke as I turned to her while Keir smiled. He was making it hard for me to control myself as I stared at the two, but my attention went back to him. I didn't know what was going on, but I intended to find out.
"You need to learn that Chantal isn't a fucking object, Ambrose. She's not owned by anyone. I gave her what you couldn't— she wanted dick, and mine so happened to fall right between her legs. Her tight little pussy felt good on my dick and the way she screamed out my name."
If Keir was trying to get under my skin, it worked because I lost it and quickly grabbed his shirt, punching him until one of the others pulled me away. I wanted to kill him, and it was like he wanted this, and I couldn't understand why. I just knew the next time; I wouldn't be able to stop because I was going to make sure I took his heart.