Page 6 of Dead & Dating
“Can’t see you, sweetness but fuck I can still feel you.” He drags his nose down my cheek and then stuffs his face into my neck. “And smell you.” His tongue runs along the sensitive skin there, lapping across what I thought was a defective gland. “And taste you. Shit, I should tell the others but I’m going to be selfish for a little bit.”
I am A-okay with that.
Until, of course, that pesky bit of heat that keeps fucking with me decides to take over. That’s when I can smell my scent too, but it’s thick and syrupy, my legs feeling like they’re suddenly made of jello. A whine tears from my throat as I dig my fingers into his sweater. “Oh my god, make it stop,” I cry out, the sound muffled by the fabric.
Vesper wraps his arms around my back, one of his hands trying to soothe whatever this is by running up and down my spine. It’s only making it worse. “Princess, what’s wrong? I can’t help you and I can’t see you. Esme, your scent…fuck.”
He can hear me?
That didn’t happen the first time around and I don’t understand why it’s working now. Not that it matters. Whatdoesmatter is that I hate that whatever is happening to me is happening now. When I’m dead. When fate has already tried to tear us apart.
His cock thickens against my belly, which seems to make the heat inside of me worse until I’m shivering against him, clawing for something I don’t even understand. "I don't know," I say, my voice shaking. "It started happening after my fucking sister killed me. I keep getting hot and cold, and I just... there it is again. Oh my god."
My entire body goes hot, the sensation so intense that I sag against Vesper’s chest. I go to say something else before my cheeks heat at the sudden wetness between my thighs,realization at what’s happening to me finally becoming clear. I’m going into heat.
And I’m going to spend itdead.
The shock is overshadowed by need as slick floods my sleep shorts, another whine tearing from my throat. The universe just wanted to fuck with me. That’s the only explanation for this.
"She did?" Vesper growls out. His aura darkens, the room a tint or two darker than before, his shadows claiming the corners. "Esme, did Liora kill you?"
I nod, even though I know he can't see me. "I can't prove it, but there's no way I was that fucking tired and fell asleep at the top of the stairs like that. It doesn't matter. Vesper, I need you. Right fucking now. Fuck, I just..." Rational thought flies out the window as I start rocking myself against him, Vesper chuckling as I all but hump his leg.
“It’s a good thing I don't need to see you to remember how to use my cock, right?" His purr rumbles through me again as one of his hands move to cup my ass, the other one dipping into my shorts. “Holy fuck, you’re soaked.” He thrusts a finger up inside of me, another moan falling from my lips. “Let's just hope you don't disappear before I can give you my knot.”
"Don't fucking joke about that," I snap, the anger morphing into a whine. "I already died before I got Milo's coffee the first time."
Chapter 5
Vesper
I lift Esme up against the wall, my hands gripping the underside of her thighs, feeling the familiar shape of her even though I can’t see her. Her body’s etched in my memory. Every curve, every soft inch, the way she fits against me like she was made for it. I bet she’s still in that cute tank top and sleep shorts from a week ago, when I left her sprawled in bed, her sweet, sleepy laugh echoing in my ears just as I slipped out her window. If I’d known it was the last time, I’d have stayed and held her until dawn. But I didn’t, and this time, I will do whatever it takes to return her to her rightful place beside us.
Her scent slams into me, a thick mixture of vanilla and honey, filling my lungs like a drug. In all the time I knew her, she never had a scent but I still knew she was mine. Now, that she does…fuck, she’s going to be addicting. I stuff my face into her neck and press her against the wall for better support before reaching between us to feel that she’s soaked through her shorts. Esme bucks against my fingers, a high-pitched whine falling from her lips as she pleads for release.
I should call Duske to get his Grim Reaper ass over here to sort out this form because she’s definitely not a ghost right now, but I can’t move. Her need is tearing through her scent and her claws digging into my shoulder keep me right where I am.
I’ve seen Omegas in heat before when there’s no one around to help soothe their cries and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, least of all, Esme. I wish I could see her flushed face, those freckles I used to kiss, the hunger in her blue eyes, but all I get is her warmth pressing into me. It’s enough.For now.
She clings to me, her legs wrapping tight around my waist, her lips finding mine in a kiss that’s all fire and need. Her tongue chases mine as I groan into her mouth and press her harder against the wall, my cock straining against my pants.
My fingers press deeper between her thighs before an appreciative rumble vibrates through my chest. I slip inside of her pussy, Esme letting out a soft gasp as the sound of her hitting against the wall reaches my ears. “Fuck, oh my god, more, Vesper, please, it hurts so much.”
“I got you, princess,” I murmur, my voice rough as I pump my fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that always made her shake. “Jesus, I wish I knew how much time we had so I could fucking taste you.”
Her scent’s driving me wild, pulling at every Alpha instinct I have. Esme grunts, her hands fumbling at my pants, yanking the zipper down with desperate tugs. She pulls out my cock, her fingers brushing the piercing at the tip, sending a jolt through me. She angles me toward her, before I hear another ‘please’. I don’t hesitate and thrust forward, sinking into her wet heat, her pussy gripping me so tight I see stars. My head drops to her neck, lips brushing her skin as I breathe her in, drowning in her scent. “Fuck, I missed you,” I whisper, my hips snapping as I drive into her, each thrust pulling a soft moan from her lips.
“I haven’t been able to touch anything for a week,” she says, her voice cracking with tears. “I haven’t seen anyone.”
My heart breaks for the woman I lost, even as she is chasing the relief I’m giving her. It’s quick and dirty, the wall creaking under our weight as I fuck into her, her slick making every thrust deeper. Her hands dig into my back, nails biting through my sweater, and I feel her body start to relax, the pain of her heat easing as pleasure takes over.
Her lips find the edge of my ear as she nibbles on the delicate skin, my true form begging to reveal itself. My skin ripples with the darkness of my demon, Esme letting out a tortured sound as my cock throbs inside of her.
Shit.
She knows who we are. I’ve never shied away from that, not since she found out. I answered every question she had under the sun. But I’ve never shown her what I look like.
It’s against the whole ‘balance of the earth’ rules.
