Page 11 of Pleasantly Undead in Dark River

He stood behind me, nestling my not-so-small ass against his hips and his still hard cock. Then he leaned over me and placed small kisses along my spine.

“You mean everything to me, Raine.” He pulled back and notched his cock against me, and I squirmed, desperate to have him inside me. “Everything.”

He slammed home, our bodies thudding together.

The noise I made was no longer human. It was feral. Nico curled his body over mine and gave me his wrist. I hesitated, but only for a moment. His blood was like pure alcohol. Intoxicating to the point of deadliness.

But what a way to go.

I latched onto his wrist and the first taste of his blood had me coming hard. My body felt like it was on fire as Nico fucked me with a desperate abandon. I sucked him down like I was starving, the power of his blood heady.

I moaned with each thrust, clinging to his wrist as my arms no longer held my body. I was more alive than I had ever been. I felt like I was high. Like I’d tasted heaven.

His arm banded around my waist, pulling me back hard as he rolled his hips into me and I came again. Then my eyes rolled back into my head and I swear I whited-out for a moment. Long enough that his wrist fell from my mouth.

“Nico,” I moaned, my voice was hoarse.

He moved his still bleeding hand down my side, slipping it between my thighs, and then he flicked my clit and I lost coherent thought.

At some point later, moments or hours maybe, he came on a roar, pulling me up and biting the curve of my neck as he slammed into me balls deep.

He held us both for a moment as my legs shook. We panted even though neither of us needed to breathe. “Good girl.”

He lifted me in his arms and laid me on the floor on top of all our clothes, then curled my body into his. “I am keeping you for eternity, Sweetness.” He nuzzled my neck as I tried to regain the oxygen I didn’t need but seemed to have made me breathless anyway. “I love you, Raine.”

I bit my lip and resisted the urge to cry. I didn’t doubt his words at all. He loved me, because I had forced him to feel it. He worshipped me because I had consumed him.

All the pleasure of the moment deflated from me like a balloon. This wasn’t real. It was an illusion, a dream, and as he licked the tears from my cheeks, I wasn’t sure it was one I was strong enough to break.

Because I loved him too.

Chapter Six

Iskulked home after making love with Nico, making vague excuses about a headache I could no longer feel. It was really hard to fake an excuse when you could zip anywhere at super speed and you never got ill.

Still, Nico was the consummate gentleman and let me go without a word, his sad gaze watching me as I raced out of The Immortal Cupcake like Van Helsing was on my ass. I burst through my door, glad that both Brody and Tex were still out, and then guilty that I was glad about it. I was never alone anymore, not truly. Up until yesterday, that had been bliss. There was always someone to distract me from my thoughts of my family, or to kiss me until my eyes crossed. But they wanted to fix this, I could see it in Nico’s eyes and Brody’s gentle touches. Tex wasn’t that subtle.

Suddenly, even the house seemed too claustrophobic. I pushed through the backdoor, vaulting over the porch railing and landing on the lawn like a cat.

I laid down in the dew damp grass, staring up at the moon, still fat and bright. The nights were no longer quiet; rather they were a cacophony of night creatures, both animal and vampire. I let myself process what Miranda said. Up until this moment, I’d buried my head in the sand. Well, in between Nico’s thighs but close enough, right?

I would lure men to love me. Sounded like a dream, but honestly, how could I ever trust myself or them? Is this how billionaires felt?

Did I just equate being a succubus to being rich?

I groaned and just counted stars until I felt like I could sink beneath the earth and never reemerge. How fucking dramatic. Apparently my succubus blood made me a little bit of a diva. So instead of a pity party for one, I tried to think what my Mom would tell me to do. Write a list. Make a plan. Apparently her organizational genes skipped me completely, and I blamed that for the fact that I was now an undead person making lists about whether or not I should break up with my basically non-consensual boyfriends.

Plan number one: I break up with them all, except Tex, because he is the only one that I know for certain loved me for me. Because he loved the girl I used to be. We slink off into the sunrise and hide alone in some dank Canadian cave, avoiding the Vampire Nation, all other vampires and any possible humans. A blind shifter and a baby vamp walk into a cave. I didn’t think I’d like the punchline of that joke though. Sounded like heartbreak.

Plan number two: I track down Miranda and ask if there's some kind ofBeauty and The Beaststyle mythical spell which would limit my influence over them. Then, we start again from the beginning and I date them all, slowly this time. If they walked away, then it was the blood and not me they were in love with anyway. This option kind of gave me heart palpitations, and a gnawing sadness chewed at my gut, but it was also the most morally ethical.

Plan number three: I kept them and we continue on with our happily ever after because we deserved it, dammit! Succubus blood or not, it wasn’t easy getting to where we were today.

A pair of feet appearing in my vision was the first indication I wasn’t alone. I looked up, and Not-Nico looked down at me. “You managed to still your heart rate completely. I thought you were dead. Impressive in a vamp so young,” Lucius said conversationally. He leaned down, his hands on his knees, and breathed deeply. “You smell like sex and my brother’s blood. I guess I know why you are suddenly powerful enough to still your body to complete silence.”

I frowned, and willed my heart to beat again. It thudded against my ribs and I let out a relieved sigh. I clung to my heartbeat like it was the golden thread to my humanity.

Lucius didn’t seem mad or jealous that I’d just banged his twin. He was the Boogeyman of the vampire world, yet he didn’t instill any kind of fear in me. I wondered if it was because I was malfunctioning, or because he was.

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