Sex, Lies, and Vampires

Allie rolled her mismatched eyes when her husband gave her a pointed look. 'Oh, for God's sake… come on, Dracula. Let's leave the happy family to themselves.'

'You are determined to drive me insane, are you not, woman?' Christian asked as he followed her to the door.

'Where is she going to sleep?' Damian demanded, hands on his hips as he stared pointedly at a big bed. 'There's only one bed, and I can't sleep with that awful smell in the room.'

'We have a very nice room across the hall,' Allie said, limping back into the room to steer Damian out the door. 'You will be close to your father, and Nell's… uh… odor won't bother you there.'

Damian shot me a disbelieving look, but allowed himself to be escorted to the opposite room.

'What is it with that kid?' I asked Adrian as the door closed, trying not to look as if I cared what the little monster said about me. 'I took a bath! I do not—Ginger, off! I can't talk with you humping my leg like that.'

The mummy wasn't actually trying to get busy with my leg, but in his crouched, doubled-over position, his attempts to hug me ended up in a somewhat X-rated move on my leg. I pointed to the door and told him to leave, more than a little startled when he complied.

Adrian gave me a long-suffering look as he began to unpack his satchel.

I looked at the other mummies. 'Leave!' I ordered in a dramatic voice.

They left, cooing a sad little lament about their banishment.

'I could so get used to this,' I said, turning back to face Adrian. His frown said it all. I smiled and hurriedly added, 'Not that we're going to keep them. I'll put them back to their original condition just as soon as I figure out how to recurse them.'

'I fervently hope you do. The next few hours will be difficult enough without your mummies getting in the way.' Damian stuffed a few articles of clothing into the top drawer of a dresser.

'Yeah, well, the same could be said for your son. Why didn't you tell me Damian was your son? And why is he going on about me stinking?'

'You said you had spoken to Melissande, so I assumed you knew he was my son. As for the other, you smell different to Damian. The blood of a Beloved is poison to all but the Dark One she is Joined with. That is what Damian is reacting to.'

I stared in open-mouthed surprise as Adrian tucked his satchel behind a chair and peeled off his duster. 'Are you saying that to every Dark One I smell funny?'

He nodded.

'Does Allie smell funny to you?'

'Yes.'

'Like what?'

'Something rancid.'

'She does? Are you sure? Oh! That means I smell the same way to Christian! I do not smell rancid!' I whapped Adrian across the arm. He just looked at me. 'Rancid? Really? Like what? Old milk? Stale bread?'

'More like something dead that has lain in the street for several weeks.'

I goggled at him as he pulled his sweater off. 'I smell like road kill?'

He looked up at the rising note of hysteria that I was all to aware streaked my voice. 'Only to others, Hasi. To me you smell…'

'What?' I asked as he struggled to find the right words. 'Sludge? Bloated whale carcass? A sewage plant?'

Like the sun warming a field of wildflowers. Like the rarest and most exotic of spices, tantalizing and teasing my senses until you threaten to overwhelm me. Like a costly wine aged and mellowed such that it warms the blood and lifts the spirit. You smell of hope and love and life, Hasi, and I do not want to spend even a minute of my life without you.

Oh, Adrian! I sniffled as I threw myself into his open arms. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. You're going to make me… hey! I heard you before I was touching you! My mind is back to normal!

He scooped me up and carried me over to the bed, his eyes indigo with desire as he set me down in the center, pausing only long enough to strip off his remaining clothing before he lay next to me. I knew your powers would return, Hasi. But I am glad you are no longer worried about it. Now perhaps I will have your full attention as I prove to you that I am not to be taken lightly.

I squirmed out of my shoes, socks, and pants as his hands swept under my sweater, pushing it up, tugging it off with one hand while using the other to caress one of my breasts. I shivered with the feeling of his hot breath as it teased the other. 'I never, ever doubted your skills at that. Where lovemaking is concerned, you're top of the heap. If I had the power, I'd formally crown you King of Hoocheewawa.'

And you, my beloved Hasi, are the Queen of Seduction. He licked the underside of my breast with long, sweeping strokes of his tongue. I shivered again, the cold air on my wet breast mingling with the fire of need that he generated with the simplest of touches. I read with perfect clarity his dark, erotic intentions, and despite my body's instantaneous approval of said intentions, I felt obliged by the responsibilities thrust upon us to offer a token protest.

'Christian said he'd be waiting for us in his library so we could make plans about Saer and Sebastian,' I said on a gasp as his mouth closed briefly over a taut nipple that wanted badly for him to do just that. My back arched as he paid his respects to the other breast before he kissed a hot, wet path southward. 'Shouldn't we… shouldn't we… oh, good Lord, Adrian, that's got to be illegal!'

No, it is not illegal, he said, his mind filled with arousal and need and hunger that boiled into me until it swept me up as well. I accepted it and returned it with all the love I had, reveling in our joining. His tongue flicked over the tender flesh that protected my secrets, sending me spiraling toward heaven. He turned his head slightly so his lips caressed the pulse of my femoral artery, his stubbly cheek pressed against me in such a way that it provided a wonderful abrasion that picked up where his mouth had left off. But this is, Hasi.

His teeth pierced the flesh of my inner thigh, the momentary pain making me gasp as it melted into a profound pleasure that joined with the erotic feel of his whisker stubble brushing back and forth on my sensitive parts as he drank deeply of my blood.

It was too much for me. My sense of the satisfaction and pleasure he felt with the taking of my blood, his heightened arousal, and the stimulation of manly stubble to my womanly parts drove me over the edge. The orgasm swelled over me in a wave of elation that had every part of my body celebrating. It was a high, and I rode it joyously, giving myself up to it, aware that Adrian was with me even when I soared. Eventually, I slowly drifted back to conscious awareness of my body and immediate surroundings.

Adrian's head lay on my belly, his fingers spread over me in blatant possession, sadness and regret covering us like a soft blanket of melancholy.

You're not going to die, I said firmly into his head, gently sweeping his hair off his brow. I know you are rattled by the things that Christian told us on the ride here, but it's no longer just you against Saer and his army, Adrian. I'm here, and Christian is willing to help us, too. He's not nearly as bad as I thought he was, and I have to admit he's got a lot of strength. I doubt that many other vamps could have stood you throttling them and not had a permanent kink in their necks.

His lips pressed a sweet kiss to my belly. I would have liked to see our children, Hasi.

Tears snaked down the sides of my face as his sorrow filled me. I slid down, pushing him on his back, angrily brushing away the tears as I crawled off the bed. 'I refuse to give up, and you know what? I'm damned tired of you giving in so easily. We are Joined. We're a family—you, Damian, and me. And I do not let my family sacrifice themselves, so you can just stop telling yourself that the only way to save Damian and me is to hand yourself over to Saer.'

He looked startled for a moment. Clearly he had thought his intentions were hidden from me, but in that, he'd underestimated me. 'Hasi—'

'No!' I said, grabbing his duster, slipping into it and buttoning it down to my knees. 'There is no excuse. We're going to see this through, all of us. And when it's finished, you're going to be apologizing for doubting me for a very, very long time.' I marched to the door.