an elegant dance that culminated in a shock of pleasure.
This was faintly different. He sensed her urgency, when they usual y took al the time they wanted. “Why the hurry, love?” he whispered.
She didn’t answer for a moment, and he could see the shadow of an old pain in her beautiful eyes. “I’m afraid we’l run out of time,” she said final y, her voice so low he could barely hear her.
“Never,” he said. “Stop thinking.”
Her smile was faint, lovely, one of the most erotic things about her.
“Now,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate. His fangs slid down and sank into her neck, finding the sweet spot he knew so wel . The blood was thick, rich in his mouth, and he felt the spasms begin to take over, felt her own helpless response as his wings unfurled. He rol ed onto his side, taking her with him, his teeth never leaving the gently throbbing vein, his cock deep inside her as his wings clamped around them both, locking them together as he gave himself over to the only kind of death he’d ever know.
CHAPTER
TEN
I OPENED MY EYES AND GROANED. I was lying sideways across a big, rumpled bed, stil ful y clothed—and I was alone.
I had a real y annoying habit of waking up instantly, cheerful y, with no need for coffee or a hushed silence to prepare for the day. It was sheer luck that I’d survived my col ege years—more than one roommate had been ready to beat me to death over my tendency to prattle in the morning.
Today I could have used a little fogginess.
I had actual y slept in that man’s bed, though I wasn’t quite sure how I’d got there. Last thing I remembered was fal ing asleep in the living room, and here I was stretched out on his sheets, feeling physical y cozy and mental y freaked-out. I wasn’t used to men carting me off to bed and then doing nothing about it. Actual y, I wasn’t used to men carting me off to bed at al .
Except he wasn’t a man, was he? He was some kind of monster, or mythical beast, or a bizarre mix of both, but he was definitely not human. And I held the firm belief that interspecies dating was never a good idea.
I checked my neck, just to make certain, but there were no mysterious puncture wounds; and far from feeling dizzy from blood loss, I was feeling positively energetic, more than my usual morning bounce. The unthinkable had happened, the worst thing imaginable.
It had been no surreal nightmare. I was dead and living with a bunch of vampires who seemed to have emerged from Old Testament Apocrypha. It was little wonder I was feeling disoriented. What I couldn’t figure out was why I was cheerful.
The good thing about total disaster—at least there was nowhere to go but up. Maybe it was that simple.
Or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the man—
damn, I couldn’t stop thinking of him that way—who’d brought me here. Not that he was any too pleased to be saddled with my unwanted presence. Tough shit—it was his fault I’d ended up in this cross between Valhal a and Anne Rice territory.
The good thing was, Raziel appeared to have no interest in my far-from-irresistible charms, sexual, social, or otherwise. For al I knew, Raziel’s people were impotent. After al , no one seemed able to procreate.
That seemed unlikely. The heat between Azazel and his wife had been palpable, despite the disparity in their ages. Maybe Raziel simply wasn’t interested in women. Or, more likely, not interested in me—he would hardly be the first who’d failed to appreciate my particular brand of charisma.
I’d fal en asleep on the living room floor and he must have been kind enough to carry me in to bed, though so far kindness hadn’t been a major part of his personality. He’d left me sexual y and hematological y untouched, thank God. What more proof did I need of his lack of interest.
I had more important things to consider. I needed a bathroom; I needed a shower. Last night I hadn’t stopped to think about the dead or undead having actual
This was faintly different. He sensed her urgency, when they usual y took al the time they wanted. “Why the hurry, love?” he whispered.
She didn’t answer for a moment, and he could see the shadow of an old pain in her beautiful eyes. “I’m afraid we’l run out of time,” she said final y, her voice so low he could barely hear her.
“Never,” he said. “Stop thinking.”
Her smile was faint, lovely, one of the most erotic things about her.
“Now,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate. His fangs slid down and sank into her neck, finding the sweet spot he knew so wel . The blood was thick, rich in his mouth, and he felt the spasms begin to take over, felt her own helpless response as his wings unfurled. He rol ed onto his side, taking her with him, his teeth never leaving the gently throbbing vein, his cock deep inside her as his wings clamped around them both, locking them together as he gave himself over to the only kind of death he’d ever know.
CHAPTER
TEN
I OPENED MY EYES AND GROANED. I was lying sideways across a big, rumpled bed, stil ful y clothed—and I was alone.
I had a real y annoying habit of waking up instantly, cheerful y, with no need for coffee or a hushed silence to prepare for the day. It was sheer luck that I’d survived my col ege years—more than one roommate had been ready to beat me to death over my tendency to prattle in the morning.
Today I could have used a little fogginess.
I had actual y slept in that man’s bed, though I wasn’t quite sure how I’d got there. Last thing I remembered was fal ing asleep in the living room, and here I was stretched out on his sheets, feeling physical y cozy and mental y freaked-out. I wasn’t used to men carting me off to bed and then doing nothing about it. Actual y, I wasn’t used to men carting me off to bed at al .
Except he wasn’t a man, was he? He was some kind of monster, or mythical beast, or a bizarre mix of both, but he was definitely not human. And I held the firm belief that interspecies dating was never a good idea.
I checked my neck, just to make certain, but there were no mysterious puncture wounds; and far from feeling dizzy from blood loss, I was feeling positively energetic, more than my usual morning bounce. The unthinkable had happened, the worst thing imaginable.
It had been no surreal nightmare. I was dead and living with a bunch of vampires who seemed to have emerged from Old Testament Apocrypha. It was little wonder I was feeling disoriented. What I couldn’t figure out was why I was cheerful.
The good thing about total disaster—at least there was nowhere to go but up. Maybe it was that simple.
Or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the man—
damn, I couldn’t stop thinking of him that way—who’d brought me here. Not that he was any too pleased to be saddled with my unwanted presence. Tough shit—it was his fault I’d ended up in this cross between Valhal a and Anne Rice territory.
The good thing was, Raziel appeared to have no interest in my far-from-irresistible charms, sexual, social, or otherwise. For al I knew, Raziel’s people were impotent. After al , no one seemed able to procreate.
That seemed unlikely. The heat between Azazel and his wife had been palpable, despite the disparity in their ages. Maybe Raziel simply wasn’t interested in women. Or, more likely, not interested in me—he would hardly be the first who’d failed to appreciate my particular brand of charisma.
I’d fal en asleep on the living room floor and he must have been kind enough to carry me in to bed, though so far kindness hadn’t been a major part of his personality. He’d left me sexual y and hematological y untouched, thank God. What more proof did I need of his lack of interest.
I had more important things to consider. I needed a bathroom; I needed a shower. Last night I hadn’t stopped to think about the dead or undead having actual
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