Accidentally Dead

by Dakota Cassidy

  She didn’t bother to turn on the light, yet she didn’t move toward him either. She hovered by the end of her couch. “Why are you here?” Her voice was tired, and he sensed, defeated. The cloud of black hair that covered her head hung in windswept curls down over her small, pert breasts.

  Fuuuuck. No breasts.

  Greg cleared his throat. “You just weren’t the Nina I’ve come to know tonight. You didn’t call me a fucktard once, and that’s unthinkable. I wanted to be sure you were okay.” And look at your ass, but whatever.

  “The Nina you’ve come to know is worn out and doesn’t want to fight with the Greg she’s come to know.” Her fingers toyed with the pillow on the couch.

  “Look at me, Nina.”

  “No.”

  “I said, look at me.”

  Her eyes lifted with obvious struggle and hesitation. Her chin jutted forward with that defiant gesture she’d used with him a thousand times before. She stared at him, piercing him with the gaze he used so often on her. Her dark, almost black, almond-shaped eyes set his cock on fire. The fall of her long, curly hair made him fight a grunt of sexual awareness so acute, he had to clamp his teeth together.

  Fuck again.

  He slid to the end of the couch and grabbed her hand, pulling her down next to him.

  In hindsight he’d remember that had been his first of many mistakes.

  WELL, if she didn’t have nerve endings anymore, you sure could’ve fooled her. There wasn’t a square inch of her body that wasn’t on fire when Greg yanked her down to the couch. The press of their thighs, fully clothed was almost intolerable. It made her ache, yearn, long for him to touch her.

  Suddenly, him naked was all she could think about. Nina honed in on it, licked her dry lips over it, had a thousand battles in her mind in seconds against it.

  Sitting down, Greg was more than a head taller than she was, leaving his neck at eye level. That yummylicious span of corded muscle mesmerized her, beseeched her. Her incisors, even though she’d fed, began to elongate.

  Jesus Christ Superstar.

  She pointed to her teeth. “Why is this happening?”

  “You really want to know?”

  “No, I probably don’t, but yeah, tell me anyway.”

  He chuckled. “You’re aroused.”

  Harsh. Humiliatingly harsh. “So this is like the female version of a vampire hard-on?”

  His voice grew thick like honey. “Yes.”

  Delightful. “Well, then, I guess there’s no hiding it, is there?”

  “Um, no. But in time, you’ll learn to teach them to behave.”

  I don’t want to behave. I want to relieve you of your clothing and ride you like the Tilt-A-Whirl at the Hackensack County fair.

  Greg lifted her chin up, cupping it and letting his thumb graze her bottom lip. “Could you try not to think so much?”

  Her lip quivered at his touch. “Why?”

  His green eyes were sheepish, the flash of his white teeth brief.“Remember that reading your mind thing?”

  Mary. Mother. Of. God. “Y-yes.”

  “I’m doing it right now.”

  “Then you know.”

  “I know.”

  He knew. Good, good, good. Yippee and skippee.

  “I think I’d better leave, Nina,” he said, but his voice, turned husky and dark, was saying something different.

  “But you don’t want to.”

  “Have your mind reading capabilities suddenly developed?”

  “No. I just know.”

  His finger slipped between her lips, tracing the inside edges of them. His hiss was audible when she flicked her tongue out to graze the calloused digit, the taste of his skin exploding in her mouth.

  Somehow, their heads tilted into each other, their mouths but a hairsbreadth apart. Nina’s gulp was hard when Greg said, “It’s dangerous to do this.”

  “Is there some clan rule about doing this?” she husked out, nearly choking on her words.

  “No,” he murmured, sliding the heat of his tongue between her lips, groaning into her mouth when their flesh connected.

  The sizzle of heat exploded in her mouth, making it hard to concentrate, but there was one thing she had to know. Nina pulled back a bit, yet the flesh of their lips still whispered against one another’s. “Is this dangerous because you have a girlfriend?” She didn’t play like that ever. She might be a big mouth and not at all embarrassed by her need for the occasional wonking, but she didn’t do some other chick’s guy.

  “No,” was all he offered, his eyes holding hers.

  Relief was followed on the heels of another wave of lust. Her nipples grew tight, beading uncomfortably; a mad-hot heat built between her legs. The need to have him take her and take her this second consumed her. This overwhelming desire to indulge all her senses in him was new. It took her aback, left her confused, leery, but not enough to stop him when his arms wrapped around her frame and he pulled her to sit astride his lap. The rustle of her T-shirt falling to the floor made no impact on her. The scrape of their jeans when she straddled his lap, stopped all coherent thought.

  The fire that coursed through her body was like an onslaught of one vibration after another. Her skin burned, her muscles ached, tensed, and strung tight like bows. The curtain of her hair fell against his cheek, and Greg lifted a hand to throw it back over her shoulder before tracing the outline of her mouth, letting his fingertips glide over the surface.

  Greg’s slow exploration was wickedly carnal, primal on a level so deep she had to close her eyes to fight the groan threatening to escape her throat. The rigid press of his cock seared the space between her thighs, brushing against it when she dipped her lower body to relish the feel of a hard man wrapped in her embrace.

  And it was the single most intense experience she’d ever had.

  She’d wanted a man before, but never this deeply, wildly, and so urgently she thought she might pass out from the need. Her hands clenched locks of his hair, her words, when she finally spoke, were ragged and harsh to her ears. “What is this?”

  Greg’s hands came to knead the muscles of her back; knitting his fingers, he pulled her closer. His answer was husky, feral. “It’s arousal, Nina. Vampires experience it on a far deeper, more powerful level than humans.”

  Oh, sweet Jesus, just his hands on her back made her writhe against him, bucking her hips to meet the rhythm he stirred beneath her. Cobwebs formed in her brain, tiny obstructions that kept her from thinking clearly. Yet she had to make something clear, had to explain her hesitation. Even as she splayed across his hard body, her palms frantically moving along his chest, her legs, fighting their way into the couch to wrap around his waist, she knew she had to say it.

  Instead, Greg did it for her. “I know in my head we shouldn’t, Nina,” he rasped against her ear, licking the sensitive spot, suckling it until her neck arched backward. “So tell me to stop. Tell me now.”

  She couldn’t. She didn’t want to stop, yet logically, she knew plowing ahead was impulsive—reckless.

  But she couldn’t stop.

  Nina lifted her head, taking in his smoky gaze, biting her lip before she said, “No regrets, how’s that? I won’t hold you to anything, and the same goes for you, but I think, if you’re still reading my mind, you know I don’t have a lot of willpower left.”

  Greg’s eyes burned her, his gaze dark and intense. “I know.”

  Her gulp was visible. “Okay, once more with feeling. No regrets?”

  “No regrets,” he murmured, dragging her to him and sliding a hand under her ass to scoop her up and rise from the couch. Her legs fell loosely as she hung onto the trunk of his body, helpless. Greg’s hand slid under her bra, shoving it away with an impatient hand before lifting it and grazing her nipple with his thumb.

  The jolt of awareness was like no other. It spread outward, claiming every part of her, eating a path of scorching, white heat along the way. Nina’s hands fisted in his hair, pulling at it to keep from scr
eaming out her pleasure. But there was one more thing.

  One very important question that, while dull and distant, needed answering.

  “Wait.” Oh, God, she didn’t know if she could wait. “Just one more thing…if-if we do thisssss…” She hissed the last word when he tugged at her nipple. “Will…will w-we be mated for liiiiife?” she groaned.

  The vibration of his laughter rumbled against her chest. “Wikipedia again?”

  Her thoughts were blank but for the circles he made around her nipple with his tongue. “I can’t remember anymore.”

  Greg carried her into her bedroom, kicking the door shut and pushing her up against it. The grind of his hips against hers made her clench her teeth together in blissful agony. “No, Nina. Not for life.”

  Well, okay then. Okay.

  The last bit of her reluctance scurried off to the dark place she called temporary amnesia, and she gave in to the all-consuming desire licking at every available place on her body.

  Clothes flew, shoes thunked against the floor, the tear of silk was audible, when Greg didn’t bother to slide her panties off, but took a shortcut by yanking them from her body and shaking them to the floor. She climbed her way back up the hard planes of his body to once more wrap her legs around his waist, lean and flanked with the sexiest indentation along each hip.

  Her chest heaved, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, when his mouth slid along the column of her neck and down to her breast, taking a nipple between his teeth and twisting it. Nina reared up against the heat of his mouth, lifting her breast so he wouldn’t miss a single patch of skin.

  Greg’s moan came from deep in his chest, a muffled growl of pleasure. His hands cupped her ass, driving her against his rock-hard cock, letting it slip between the folds of her sex to rub her clit with a delicious friction. His fingers reached from beneath her, slipping between her thighs to stroke her swollen lips with feather light passes.

  Her nails dug into his back, her teeth clenched, as lust clawed at her, piercing her sharply. The first orgasm came with a sharp sting to it, driving into her pelvis, racing to every carnal place on her body.

  So unexpected, so without warning, it tore every last ounce of energy from her, so she hung from his arms, limp and weak. But the momentary relaxation in her muscles didn’t last long when he unwrapped her legs from his waist and steadied her on her feet. Her back was flush with the bedroom door, her spine sinking into the hard surface for balance.

  Greg loomed over her, his chest hard against hers, her nipples boring holes into it. He pulled both her hands up, cuffing her wrists in his palm, forcing her breasts to jut forward.

  Nina didn’t flinch, refusing to squirm beneath his scrutiny. She was no bodacious babe, and she knew it, but she was lean and well-toned and proud that for all the chicken wings she’d consumed in her lifetime, she was still in decent shape.

  Greg’s smile was decadent when he saw she’d watched him assess her without averting her gaze.

  Eyes, green and smoldering, scanned her body from head to toe before following the path his eyes had taken with his mouth.

  Greg devoured her, pressing open-mouthed kisses over her collarbone, down along the slope of her shoulder, against her rib cage, laving her nipples until they burned. The sweet scent of lust filled the room.

  His lust.

  Mingled with hers.

  Nina found that deliciously pleasing, invitingly erotic. Greg abruptly let go of her hands and sank to his knees, lifting one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. He paused there, at the apex of her thighs, laying a cheek against her abdomen. Nina’s hands automatically sank into his thick head of hair, clenching fistfuls of it, waiting until she felt her stomach tighten and her teeth clench.

  When he spoke, it was strained, tense. “You smell so sweet, Nina, so damn sweet.”

  She tightened her grip on his hair in response, rolling her hips with impatience.

  His thumbs parted her flesh, exposing her to the cool air of her bedroom, sending hot chills along her thighs. When his tongue snaked out to stroke her clit, her knees buckled, but he held fast to her, reaching around her and cupping her ass.

  Each pass he took was long, silky, hot, and wet, the strokes of his tongue even and measured. She felt every one as if it were a thousand, the heavy weight in her belly growing harder to bear. When he opened his mouth, enveloping her, then drove his tongue upward into her passage, Nina’s will to hold out crumbled. She came again, riding a hot flash of fire, rotating her hips until her thigh muscles almost gave way.

  Greg rode out her orgasm, fluttering kisses and quick flicks of his tongue against her sex until she settled, the tension seeping from her all at once.

  Rising, he slithered back upward, each inch of his exposed flesh rubbing against hers, creating a new wave of desire only one thing could cure. His finger ran the length of her arm until he reached her hand. He entwined his fingers in hers, and for the first time, she took a critical look at his body. She’d been so lost in the lust that rose and fell in such furious waves between them, she hadn’t taken the opportunity to hope her imagination met her expectations.

  There was only one thought when her eyes fell on his nude form. Christ, he was beautiful. His skin was pale, but not the milky white one would expect of a vampire. It had hues of ruddiness to it, darkening where his muscles bunched together. His stomach was hard and tight, but he didn’t have the kind of abs that suggested nothing else but working out. Yet there was that indentation by each hipbone that made her crazy.

  Greg let her have her fill, and when she reached out to touch the tip of the head of his cock, rigidly jutting from the thatch of dark pubic hair, he hissed, his eyes closing for mere seconds. Nina drew her index finger over the veins that ran along his length, a length that wasn’t outrageously long, but thick and hot. She clamped a hand around him, pumping his shaft with a slow stroke, allowing the space between them to give her room to prepare for what was to come. It was like catching the breath she no longer had.

  Greg gripped her hand tighter as she caressed him until he hauled her to his side and pushed her onto the bed. Nina’s back met the mattress with a soft whoosh, and when Greg settled between her thighs, she suddenly knew exactly what ecstasy was.

  As his body sank onto hers, fusing them together, she moaned from the sweet pressure his heavy weight brought. Her thighs instantly opened to him, inviting him to enter her with an urgent, impatient lift of her hips.

  He chuckled against her ear. “Patience, fledgling,” he whispered, floating a hand between them to caress her sides. He rose on his hands, bracketing her head, looking down at her as his cock poised at her aching entrance.

  Nina let her eyes slide shut, bracing her hands on his pecs, biting her lip at the first nudge of his pulsing shaft. He entered her slowly with agonizing increments of hot silk. She was surprised at how slick she was, something she didn’t know could occur anymore. But, God, she was wet with the need for him to take that final thrust, and when he did, she clamped onto his chest, gritting her teeth to stop the scream of fulfillment from leaving her lips.

  He stretched her, filled her cervix, stroked her G-spot with leisurely thrusts, until her stomach contracted, leaving her wanting to beg him to drive into her more deeply. She found the muscled hardness of his ass, gripping the flesh to encourage him to drive farther into her.

  When he sank into her, balls deep, Nina saw bright flecks of color from behind her eyelids, and she couldn’t stop that crazy wave that rolled over her, only now it was faster, hotter, sharper in clarity. Her knees lifted and she dug her feet into the mattress, pushing upward so hard, her clit rubbed against the springy hair surrounding his cock.

  The last deep plunge he took grabbed fast to her sanity, holding it suspended, as she waited for the impact, and when it hit, it tore a shallow scream from her mouth that soared upward, clinging to her ears.

  Greg, too, lost control, arching his neck, the muscles of his arms straining and bunching together, t
hen letting go as his hips increased their tempo with a final crescendo of shudders.

  Her entire body shuddered with his, each muscle tight, then weak from the strain of orgasm. They collapsed against each other, Greg letting his body go slack, sinking back into hers with a grunt.

  Reality came in small doses, fighting to surface.

  She avoided it for as long as she could, but women, even her, always overanalyzed a good stomp of the mattress, and, well, that—that had been…she searched for a word…stupendous.

  Yeah, that was a good one.

  Holy. Fucksticks.

  Omigod, omigod, omigod. Flat out, that was the best toss in the sack she’d ever had.

  Word.

  Her eyes popped open.

  Be very, very quiet, Nina, lest you reveal exactly how flippin’ fantastic he was in bed.

  Damn, damn, damn. She had to stop thinking—immediately—or he’d hear her.

  Shhhhhhhhhhh. Shut up, fuckwit.

  She clapped a hand over her mouth, as if that would help stop her thoughts.

  Nina slanted her eyes down in his general direction with caution. Clearly, vampires didn’t vary much from human men in the after-the-sex-was-done department. While Greg might not breathe, he didn’t appear to be awake. He was slack, his body slumped against hers, unmoving.

  Wee doggie. Maybe he hadn’t heard her.

  “Well, I can’t hear you clearly, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s like a radio signal, and right now there’s a lot of static,” he said from the muffled confines of her neck.

  Lawd. How did you turn off your thoughts?

  “You think of other things.”

  “Get the hell out of my head, Greg Statleon. Now.”

  He rose up on his hands and smiled down at her. “Now that’s the Nina I know.”

  “Stop reading my thoughts. It’s like mental rape or something, and to boot, it’s grossly un-fucking-fair. I can’t read your mind.” But boy, if she could, she’d wonder if he’d had the same angels-singing-from-on-high experience she just did.

  Ugh. She had to stop that. Nina peered up at him with hesitation, but if he’d heard her, he let it go.