Accidentally...Evil? (Accidentally Yours) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Page A

laugh. “Even though your kind considers such a fate, to be with a human—your food—a curse?” She began laughing again. “This particular female will be disobedient, demanding, and a pain in your cold, old, naked ass. She’s also hotter than an apple pie fresh from the oven.”
    Cimil’s description piqued his interest. “You mean to say… she is beautiful?”
    Cimil smiled. “Irresistible. Sharp as a whip. Sexy. Perfect for you in every way.”
    Niccolo felt his insides twist with anticipation. She would be his? All his?
Hmmm.
“Go on.”
    She raised her brows. “Before you get all excited, Mr. Stud-tastic, there are rules. First, you must continue to uphold the Pact. No ifs, ands, or buts. That means you must keep that”—she pointed to his penis—“in your pants… when you find some, obviously. And those”—she pointed to his fangs—“in your mouth.”
    The Pact had many parts to it, and he knew them all since he’d spent the last thousand years upholding its laws. It was central to maintaining the vampires’ existence; as long as they followed the commandments, they would be left alone by the gods to live. Rule one: Vampires could not kill innocent humans—Forbiddens—although the queen’s compliance to this law was highly questionable. In any case, even the most honorable of vampires were known to lose control in the throes of feeding or passion. Therefore, those activities with Forbiddens were strictly off-limits, too. The only exception was for those mated to a Forbidden—practically unheard of—in which case, a careful, consensual nip here or there was allowed, but nothing more.
    “Done,” he said. “I will refrain from biting without her permission. Nor will I sleep with her until she has been turned.”
    “Not so fast, tomcat,” she added. “No biting, even if she begs. And she
must
be turned
with
her permission on the anniversary of your third month together. That very same day. Understand?”
    “Why three months?” he questioned.
    “Hey buddy, my gig is prophecies and hunting for garage sales. I don’t make the signs, I just follow them.” She shrugged. “Anywhooo, the rest is up to you.” She turned and continued marching forward, quickening her pace. “So. You in?”
    Niccolo looked from side to side. “In? In what?”
    “Yes.
In.
Are you on board? Ready to throw down. Roll the dice. Ride that crazy cow called life and make her your bitch?”
    Niccolo frowned. Her colloquialisms were simply offensive. And this coming from a ruthless vampire. “You are asking if I am committed.
Sì
?”
    “
Siii
.” She rolled her eyes.
    What other choice did he have? Besides, he did not believe in this ridiculous mate business. He had known tens of thousands of vampires over his existence, but only a dozen or so claimed to have found their true mate. It was extremely rare. And for those few, he saw no evidence they were anything more than contented couples who’d beaten the odds. There was no cosmic force at play.
    As for his “mate” being human, he could find a way to cope temporarily. Sure, humans were only a step up from a cow or goat one would eat, or perhaps keep as a favorite farm pet; however, he wouldn’t be the first immortal to bear the shame of coupling with a human. It was manageable. Especially if she happened to be beautiful.
    Whoever she was, he would woo her, set her up with only the finest of things, and after the three months were up, he’d have her begging to be turned. Once he was free from the queen, he had ample resources to provide his mate with a comfortable, separate life for eternity. Everyone would win. Everyone would be happy.
    How doing all this could possibly free him from being that festering bunion of a queen’s general, he had no clue. He’d been warned that Cimil’s instructions were cruel at best, fatal at worst, and required an extreme leap of faith. But at this point, anything was worth trying. Hell, if he failed, there was always