Bed of the Dead (2 page)

His breathing and thrusts increased, and she reached around to caress his ass, pushing him in deeper, further and harder into her body, taking him all in and reveling in the feel of his skin against hers.

Stretching up, she playfully bit at his shoulder, softly sucking at the tender skin. By Seth’s moans, Chloe could tell that he was getting close to coming, and that thought of his cock pumping its living seed into her body pushed her closer and closer to that edge. 

After tonight, she would follow Seth anywhere, and do anything for him. No more hesitating.

A roar of jealousy broke through Chloe’s final moment of passion. She opened her eyes, only to look into the fury of Nicholas’ dead gray ones. A hand pulled Seth from her body, leaving her feeling empty.

“Is this how you repay me?” Nicholas asked. “When I take you for my bride, you will only belong to me.”

Nicholas’ teeth sank into her neck and his cock plunged into her wet pussy. On the edge of orgasm, Chloe arched against Nick’s body and rode out the points of pleasure. Soon, she realized that this time Nick was playing for keeps, and he intended to make her his for eternity. Briefly, she wondered why she had ever responded to Nick’s advances: The allure of immortality.

Over Nick’s shoulder, she saw Seth fruitlessly try to defend her. Spurred by the look in Seth’s eyes, Chloe tried to free herself from Nick’s deadly embrace. All too soon, as she lost consciousness, she realized that she was no match for the strength of his death-fucking grip.

Chloe woke to the cold dead of night. She’d knocked out some time in the morning and slept the whole damn day away. The heat of someone lying next to her caught her attention. As she opened her eyes, she took in the shock reflected on Seth’s face. He pulled against the bondage tying him to the bed. She was cold and once again longed for the warmth of his embrace. He scuttled across the bed from her, as far as his confines would allow him, almost as if he didn’t recognize her. Chloe caught him by his ankle and dragged him toward her. Although he acted afraid of her – why? – his cock stood at full attention and she lowered herself onto him.

A hot dagger seared through the core of her body. While she felt so chilled, it was as if his cock ignited her from within the very depths of her sex. Combustible passion, she rode him, harder than she ever had before, and as the excitement built up within her body she noticed the blood pulsing through the artery of his neck.

He smelled so delectable. So alive. 

She longed for a quick nip: so salty, so fresh and warm. Seth wouldn’t mind. She plunged her newborn teeth into the tender skin of her once-lover’s neck. The spurting blood poured into her mouth. Waves of pleasure overcame her and she closed her eyes, clasping her thighs around Seth’s delicate chest. Sated, she slowed her pace and licked the now seeping wound.

Man, Chloe thought as the wimpy male bucked beneath her weight, fucking a human was so overrated. He lacked the stamina to meet her thrust to thrust. Maybe, just maybe, she’d take him with her to the dark side, where he could be her forever-lover … or at least one of them.

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