Accidentally…Cimil? (Accidentally Yours #4.5)(27)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“I am confused by that statement, but make it fast.” He panted into my neck.

“Well, you were right about me helping the Maaskab and your brother Philippe. And I will not be able to stop. I know how you feel about them.”

He released a short breath and froze midpump. “I have vowed to wipe them both off the face of the earth. However, simply because you cannot do good, intentionally of course, doesn’t mean that I cannot. I am not the bringer of death.”

“So you won’t mind?”

“Mind what?”

“Mind being stuck with me, even though I will be forced to sabotage everything you do?”

He smiled with affection and appreciation. “No, my love. I will not mind. As long as I have you.” He covered my mouth with his and began that sensual rhythm, working his tongue, cock, hands, and body in one carefully coordinated dance to coax every ounce of pleasure from my mortal-like body.

I sighed with relief and relaxed into the sensual treat I knew my body craved.

“Just as long as you agree to marry me and have my children,” he added in his low gravelly voice.

What? Is he insane? No. No way. I couldn’t do that. Marriage was… was so permanent, and I was so young. A mere goddess of seventy. Thousand. Give or take a few centuries. And children? OMG. Why in the world would I agree to that?

“No.” I pushed, and he landed on his back next to me.

He immediately sat up and glared down at me. “Why the hell not?”

“I would make a horrible mother. Can you imagine? I’d constantly have to do the opposite. Sure, baby, touch that fire! You want to play with that sharp knife? Okeydokey.”

“Cimil, don’t be silly. I do not believe for one moment that the Universe would want you to put an innocent child in jeopardy.”

I snapped a judgmental look his way. “Really? But she’d be okay with ending the world? Babies and puppies included?”

He stared ahead, clearly pondering the question. “Perhaps you have a point; the Universe can be quite cruel, but we would find a way to make it work.”

Knowing he wanted this so badly, I couldn’t bear to look at him. “No. I can’t. It’s not right.”

He lay next to me and tilted my face toward him. “Then, according to your rules, it is exactly what you should do, my love. You should have a life. A full life. With me.”

I stood and shrugged on my robe. “I can’t do it, Roberto. As much as I love you, I can’t.”

He was silent for several moments. “You are afraid. I feel it.”

Yes. Yes, I was. “That’s what I was trying to tell you. I have finally put all the pieces together. You, me, my visions… Other-me. Avoiding the apocalypse will never stop. We will forever be on the cusp, trying to prevent the tables from turning. One slip up”—I snapped my fingers—“and it all ends. We will never know peace.”

“Then I will find a way to stack the cards squarely in our favor.” He sifted from the bed and cradled my face in his large hands. “I will fix everything. Now, come back to bed, Cimil.”

Always so confident, so arrogant. Did he really believe he could outsmart the Universe?

“We’ll never win,” I grumbled.

“I am a vampire. I always win. Please?” he asked with a deep, suggestive tone.

My eyes shifted toward the soft sheets, wrinkled from excessive bed play.

“Come now,” he said sweetly. “We can worry about children and saving the world later.”

“I am not having childr—”

He sifted me to the bed and left my robe in a shredded pile on the floor.

Sneaky pharaoh. “Okay, but can we play Tut-slut?”

He grinned. “I prefer bury the sarcophagus.”

“Excellent choice, my pharaoh.”

Epilogue

Fast-forward three hundred years past a bunch of really fun and exciting stuff to New Year’s Eve, 2012

Near Sedona, Arizona, the estate of Kinich Ahau, ex–God of the Sun

(Hint: This is right after a certain Sun God finds his surrogate. And right before a certain Goddess of Suicide finds her yummy Spaniard.)

“That was a dirty, dirty trick,” I said to Roberto as he stuffed me into the back of the waiting town car outside my brother’s estate.

He climbed in next to me. “Was it now?”

I crossed my arms. “Yes.”

“Ah, but now, you’ve finally sworn to marry me and have children.”

I had to admit, I was proud of my devious pharaoh. He knew how to play dirty. Yes, it had taken him three centuries, but he’d managed to outsmart me and back me into an impossible corner. I made the vow in order to save my brother.

“You almost killed Kinich,” I protested.

His face gleamed with pride. “Your brother has always wanted to become a vampire. He will be fine. I left more than enough blood inside him and now he has mine—the blood of the strongest, oldest vampire ever to live.”

“And the sexiest. And most handsome,” I admitted begrudgingly.

“True. So true. And the sexiest, most handsome vampire in the world cannot wait to bed you. I’ve missed you these past months.” He grabbed my hand and began kissing his way up my arm.

“Roberto.” I rolled my eyes. “We can’t do this now. Everything is a mess.”

He grinned with that arrogance I’d grown to love and fear. “You always say that, but everything always works out in the end.”

I scratched my head. “No. It’s different this time.”

“You always say that, too.” He leaned forward. “Drive on,” he instructed the chauffeur.

Oh, but this time, I really, really meant it. Something had gone very wrong. I’d taken a wrong step, done something I wasn’t supposed to. I didn’t know what, though.

“I want to marry you,” he said. “I want a child. You said it might be possible with help from your sister Akna.”

“Yes, but—”

“Cimil, you’ve had me chasing after you for three centuries, and now playtime is over.”

“Maybe it is,” I said coldly.

“Do not think to back out,” he said. “A deal is a deal.”

“I am not backing out. It’s…”

Sadly, the news was bitter-bitter and the reason I’d been avoiding him for months.

“Tell him, Cimil. Tell him!” Other-me griped.

“What is it, my dove? Are you angry because I’ve trumped you again? I know my winning can become tiresome, but just as you are predisposed for destruction, I am predisposed for victory.”