Page 123 of King of Hollywood
Lucky’s Ward received its first honored guest only a few days after opening. We contacted the local animal control to make sure he had no owner, took him to the local vet for a check-up, and a week later…he was officially ours.
I didn’t think I’d ever seen Felix happier than he was, sitting in that room, surrounded by the furry children he was raising.
Every day I fell more in love with him.
Five years after Barry’s Bloody Bash, the front of my hair was entirely gray.
Logically, Felix and I had a small wedding ceremony. Felix had laughed when Winnie had jokingly told me she thought I’d be a bridezilla, but I’d known she was right. If we tried for a large wedding, I was sure to nitpick every last detail.
I’d obsess over it.
Which was why…small and personal was better.
More romantic, anyway.
Especially as it would be my last day as a human.
Felix and I wore white and black respectively. We hired an officiant and dressed all our cats in matching formal wear. They were incredibly well-behaved, crowded around our living room. My father sat in his wheelchair, Melissa behind him, and Winnie to his left. He’d given me a single grunt and a head nod—and I’d nearly burst into tears, I’d been so moved.
The view of the city at night through the giant glass panels on the wall made Felix glitter as we said our vows. Winnie ugly-cried the entire ceremony, and I was…giddy.
Giddy.
Because Felix was mine now in every possible way I could claim him.
Except…one.
When everyone left, we peeled the cats out of their clothing—after taking several hundred pictures for our shelter’s Instagram, and rounded them upstairs.
Our song played soothing and sweet, notes lilting through the air as Felix and I danced around our living room, just like we had all those years ago.
Felix sipped from my neck as we swayed, sucking and gnawing, the sharp bite of his fangs lulling me into a sense of fuzzy calm with his venom. He lapped at my throat, cleaning up his mess as I moaned softly against him, my cock poking insistently against his belly.
Every time I was reminded of how dangerous he was, my body reacted.
“Are you sure about this?” he murmured, lips glistening red, his lovely tongue flickering out to catch the last taste of my blood.
I nodded, my heart stuttering, pleasure coursing through my veins.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in all my life.”
I’d been wearing my ring for five years now, but its weight felt somehow…different—now that we were as official as we could be, considering the fact that Felix did not have an active identity. That was something we could remedy, but we hadn’t found the need. At least…not yet. One day, I’d have to get a new identity too, as Marshall Warden-Finley could not live forever at age forty-three without attracting notice.
“I’m glad we waited,” Felix said softly, stroking a hand through the white and gray strands that filled the front of my hair. He traced over my cheekbone, eyes dancing with heat. It simmered between us. My belly flipped, and my already hard cock jerked.
“Me too,” I managed, voice deep.
“I have…one last gift for you—” Felix murmured. “A wedding gift.”
I perked up. For a person that hated gifts, I sure loved his. “You do?”
“Yes.” Felix’s fangs flashed when he smiled, and I tipped down low so that I could taste it. He was so soft. So wonderful, I couldn’t help but push into his mouth, my tongue sliding along his fangs to taste the remnants of my own blood.
“We’re going to go hunting, my love,” Felix promised, pulling away enough that he could speak. “I’m going to turn you, and we’re going to go hunting. Together.”
“Please—”
I gripped his hips tight, fingers biting into the soft flesh as Felix dragged his mouth, slow and hot across the corner of my jaw, down my neck, to the base of my throat. His teeth worried the skin there, pressing into it in a sharp, delicious tease that had my hips pumping, chasing friction.
