LXXIV ||| Drag Queen for Giants

He grinned, "First? Get dressed. I can't concentrate!"

"If that would help," I scoffed. "And I'm with a towel."

"I'm very tempted to throw it away, press you down on this very island, and fuck you raw, again," he whispered, eyes ruby.

I sucked on a breath, "Careful with the invitations, you know I do not have it in me to deny them. Especially when that time you did it with me in here was soooo good," I provoked. "And you always fucks me raw, babe, that wouldn't be different."

"No, but it's delicious to say it," filthy vampire.

"More delicious than that is actually doing it," I licked my lips, then temptingly undid the knot of the towel on my body. "I'm all yours."

His eyes took in that dangerous gleam again, "Hel…"

"What?" I played dumb. "Want me to lift my hips for you, babe?"

Oli gulped loudly. "Devilish girl, get dressed."

Pouting, I jumped from the island, my breasts bouncing when I did it, and his eyes went to them right away, "Changed your mind?" But when he looked away, gulping again, arms crossed tight, I let it go. "Fine," I took a look at the Yves Saint Laurent fancy package and frowned. "Are you a drag queen too, babe?"

Then I took it out of the package. A sexy dark blood red velvet dress with a naked back, wrap-around-the-neck straps with no sleeves that leave the shoulders and the collarbones naked as well as the arms, with a cut that tightens on the breast, highlights a thinner waist, and grows to a wider hip, plus a long skirt with a sexy slit on the right leg. As well as the black high-heel that has a thin platform that must be around 15 centimeters tall, leaves the toes in display, covers the top of the feet in a black velvet line, and wraps on the ankles in a long black silk lace.

I blinked confused, "I mean, I'm not necessarily straight, so I would not judge your choices, but this is quite is small for you. Unless it's magical and it gets bigger, since you have a very big body. But to use heels this high you must be entertaining giants, right?" I mean, I would respect it, but I never expected this from this extremely-muscular-alpha-male.

"Drag queen?" He gasped offended and I looked up to him.

"What? I swear, I won't judge you!" I said seriously, reassuringly.

Oliver gasped in horror and covered his lips, "I am not a drag queen, Hel, Crone be damned. I go out of my way to guess your measurements, tell Saint Laurent to make this for you, and what I get? I'm called a drag queen. Thank you, dear mate. Thank you!"

My jaw dropped, "You did what?"

"Exactly what I just said," he said matter-of-factly.

Eye-wide, I gasped in shock, "Why would you do this? I mean, is it because you don't want me with you fancy shirts anymore?"

He let out a frustrated sigh, passing his hands over his hair, "Oh, dear Crone, help me." Then he turned to me with gentle eyes, as if he was dealing with a child. "I love when you use my shirts, beautiful. I love it so much that I can't keep my hands to myself, and I wouldn't want to even if I could. Nevertheless, I wanted to see you in a dress that would match my clothes for us to go together to the welcoming party of the seniors. So, I made it for you, because I'm a billionaire and I can, and I have a sponsorship with Yves Saint Laurent, which I got when I won the Eclipseball Cup last year. And I told you, I would woo you with all I have."

"That includes getting luxury brands I'm sponsored by, to made clothes for you. You are my mate, you deserve it, and I'll do anything to show that to you. Plus, I wanted you to have outfits I got for you, as you only use your mom's and the uniform, I thought it would be like a display that you also care for me, since you are extremely careful with what you use. I chose this dress like this because you will be able to use the under-breast corset made of obsidian and gold that you have. That way you will have a bit of me and of you mom in you."

"I had a suspicion you could also be attracted to girls, and I don't mind it, but you are entirely mine, I'm possessive and I don't share. I can brush it off all your little flirting with the girls, since I know you are all mine. And no, I am, absolutely not, a bloody drag queen," he gasped on that. "I'm actually concerned that that was your first thought when you saw a dress and a pair of heels in my wardrobe, instead of thinking I bought it for you. I'll try even harder now." I'm doomed if he tries harder than this.

I stared from the dress for him, a waterfall of complicated emotions I do not want to acknowledge taking over me overwhelmingly. "So, you are not a drag queen?"

He let out a bunch of horrible curses, then took a deep breath, "No, Wilhelmina Rosalind Miralanthor, I am not a bloody drag queen!"

"Oh!" I chuckled. "Don't call me that. It's weird. Don't do it."

Oliver gasped, "I'm doomed!" He said to himself.

"I'm serious, don't call me that. That's not my name to you!"

Again, he gasped, "Oh yeah? And what is it?"

"Hel, beautiful, and babe. Nothing else. It's weird. You don't call me that, you call me annoying things. So, keep doing that, when you call me by my name it sounds like you are… I don't know… pissed." He came to me, bend down to my height, and gave me a kiss that made me press my back on the island. "W-what was that for?"

"You accepted my nicknames," he smiled like an idiot. "Even when you almost killed me for calling you that 18 days ago."

Arsehole, "What was I supposed to do? You weren't going to stop calling me by it no matter how many time I fought and told you not to. It's still annoying, but I'm already used to it. So, don't call me by my full name again. Not like that, it's really damn weird."

"Okay, I won't, Wilhelmina!"

I glared at him, "Should I call you Montgomery then?"

He flinch, "Ew, no. Only my parents do that."

Ugh. "Then don't call me that."

"But you let professor Yves do it," he pouted.

Is he serious? "Oliver, you better not be jealous. He calls me by my full first name. I'm letting you call me by my nickname, and by those stupid nicknames you came up with. Don't try your luck. I'm not jealous of Mia calling you Oli."

"You're not the jealous type!"

"Oh, no. I am! I just don't throw tantrums like you," I mocked.

"Hey, don't mock my display of affection," he pouted.

"I would never," I mocked again. "Meredith calls me Rosalind and Rosa, so, never try that either. It disgust me. Mom and Cosmos got me used to Hel, so Hel it is."

A nod, "Alright, alright, babe."

The corners of my lips went up, "Better." Then I looked at the dress. "It's sexy. So, why am I using it tonight? You want to see how I look on it or something?"

He gasped again, "Beautiful, the party is tonight!"

"What? How didn't I know that? And why a party by the way? Who are we welcoming? Is someone coming? Should I be aware or something?"

Again, he looked up as if he couldn't believe me, "You!"

I frowned, "Me what?"

"It's a party for you, Hel. Lady give me patience. It's you that we are welcoming, beautiful. All the 379 seniors, 380 with you, are together tonight to welcome you officially in a party in grand style. I mean, 175 of the sophomores also bought tickets to be part of it, so, 555 kids in total. It'll be happening at 10, and it's already 10, so we have to get ready and go!"

What the… "How the hell didn't I know of this?"

"You don't pay attention to what goes on Eclipse, babe. If you did, you would know, since everyone has been talking about it there all week. Or maybe it's because your attention was on me, the books, and in training Felix. But didn't you see your roommates buying dresses?"

"I mean, I did see them get some new stuff. But I didn't give any thoughts to it. I thought they were just doing rich girls stuff," I shrugged.

He chuckled, "You are probably the richest girl in here, babe."

"But I'm not like them. I'm not high on socializing. And if you have not noticed, I share a dorm with girls from the second most popular group in the whole academy. They are like the mean girls of those movies Cosmos showed me superficially. That is, second group only after yours. You and your little vampire Circle definitely take the spot of most popular."

Oli smiled proudly, "I'm a social butterfly."

"No. You're not. Rio and River? Definitely. But people are scared of you, you know that, fight?"

"Comes with the job. And I'm a social butterfly when compared to you, that's for sure. Oh, and you called Savannah's group the mean girls? Even when you are literally the meanest and scariest kid in Belladonna?" He mocked. "Quite the guts to do that."

I rolled my eyes, "Comes with being a black winged serpent!"

"Does it?" He scoffed. "I think it's Cosmos influence. I'm one of the few who are not scared by him, but that guy is badass and insane. Almost everyone is scared of him shitless, and he mocks everyone, taking a big advantage of being the Supreme Queen's right arm. Making jokes, death threats, being sarcastic, fighting and humiliating people," then he gave me a accusatory look from head to toe. "You really look like his child, you one hundred percent, took all of his personality for yourself."

"I mean, he was a father to me in many ways, and my only source of influence, since I'm definitely not kind like mom was. And I was not getting influenced by bloody damned Meredith. Or at least how I remember her to be. Though Mia said I have her smart mouth and naughty remarks," I rolled my shoulders. "Maybe Cosmos got it from mom, after all, he was a hardcore fan of her, according to what mom told me when I met her in the lair. Though the arsehole kept that from me. His weapon and armor and invisibility cloak were all made by mom too."