Vampires Need Not…Apply? (Accidentally Yours #4)(43)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

She bucked lightly and her ni**les hardened to sharp points. “Oh, gods.” Naughty vampire. No one had ever touched her like that. Ever. And the most arousing thing of all was how he took control. No shame or shyness. No permission asked. He simply did what pleased him. Gods be damned, but now she knew what she’d been missing out on all these thousands of years. In her wildest dreams she would never have imagined.

“Very sexy,” she finally answered with a breath.

“Good,” he replied and then ran one hot finger down the middle of her slick valley. “Now, show me how much you like me.”

Show him? Show him? If she did that, she would be grabbing that thick dark hair of his and riding his face like a drunk cowgirl who’d found the last bronking bucko on the planet.

His mouth worked an inch closer to her sensitive bud, and she knew only a moment of contact would be required. He withdrew his hand to make way for his mouth in the space she’d narrowly allowed him. Oh, gods…

She glanced down to see the most erotic sight she’d ever witnessed. His one hand had reached down to free his hard c**k from the confinement of those hot leather pants. She couldn’t see his manhood, but she saw the unmistakable, rhythmic pumping of his hand.

Holy deities of sex and sin, he was pleasuring himself to the view of her.

“Tu flor de mujer es tan exquisita.” He groaned.

Had he just called her womanly bit an exquisite flower? Her mind swam in an endless, delicious mess of sexual images displayed before her.

The exact moment his mouth covered her flower, his free hand slid up her torso and clasped her breast over the fabric of her dress. With his large, firm touch he massaged her breast in time to the expert strokes of his delving tongue and pumping hand.

Holy deities of ancient Babylonia, she’d never experienced such a sensation.

“Don’t stop. Ohmygods. Don’t stop.”

His silky, hot tongue dipped and stroked and glided over the tiny bundle of sparkling nerves. They coiled with delicious tension. “Oh, gods, don’t stop.”

His hot, panting breath quickened with each tiny jab of his tongue. “Never. You taste so delicious. So f**king sweet.”

“Yes. Yes.” She was centimeters away from experiencing that wave of mind-crippling nirvana. She rocked her pelvis against his tongue. “Holy stars and moon, Francisco!”

He stopped.

She stopped.

Every creature on the planet stopped to tsk in her general direction.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Did I call him Francisco?

“Did you just say… ‘Holy stars and moon, Francisco?’ ” He scowled.

Yes… Yes, I did. Shit.

Before she could say a word, Antonio was gone.

Oh no. Oh no…

Maybe there was such a thing as second chances. But what she now needed was a third.

Chapter Veintiuno

“What do you mean, you ‘lost’ Antonio?” Penelope asked from the other end of the cell phone.

Ixtab paced across the giant gourmet chef’s kitchen, glaring at the perfect little chocolate caramel soufflé. “Stop mocking me. Okay? It was a perfectly innocent mistake.”

“I’m not mocking you,” Penelope replied. “I’m confused.”

“I was talking to the soufflé.” Ixtab turned her back on the dessert, which served as a sad little reminder of how she’d wrecked the entire evening. “What’s there to be confused about? I lost him.”

I really, really lost him. The one male in the Universe who’d perhaps been born for her.

“How does one ‘lose’ a vampire exactly?”

“Well, we were… um… Antonio and I were—”

Penelope squealed on the other end of the phone. “I knew it! I knew it! You do like him! And I could tell he’s totally into you, too. The way he pretends to hate you, it’s so fifth grade. So how was it? Did you?”

Ixtab cringed as she heard Kinich’s deep voice in the background over the phone.

“I think they did it,” Penelope told him.

“Did she keep the veil on?” Kinich asked.

“I don’t know. Let me ask,” she replied to him.

Ugh! Idiots. “Yes. I kept the veil on, but we didn’t have sex.” We might’ve if I hadn’t screwed it up. Worst of all, she’d humiliated him. Now he would never trust her, and she would suffer an eternity without knowing what they really meant to each other.

“Why not? Were you too afraid? Because my mom told me what you look li—”

“I called him by another man’s name,” Ixtab blurted out. “In the heat of the moment.”

“Oh, that’s bad,” Penelope replied. “She called him another man’s name,” she repeated to Kinich, who began laughing hysterically in the background.

“Glad you find this funny,” Ixtab barked.

“Ssssh, honey. Let me finish talking to her.” Pause. “Sorry, Ixtab. I’m listening.”

“Good. Because he left and took the tablet with him.”

“Maybe he’s on his way back to New York,” Penelope offered.

Ixtab shrugged and turned around. The soufflé still sat there on the large granite island, still mocking her with its giant chocolaty goodness. “I checked with the Uchben. They haven’t seen him.”

“He probably took a commercial plane.”

Ixtab’s phone beeped. “Hold on.” She pulled the device from her ear and saw a text. It was from the Uchben chief. Crapola.

She returned the phone to her ear. “The Uchben tracked him through Customs. He got on a flight to Spain.”

“I guess you’re going to Spain, then. Would you like me to text you the immortal groveling instructions?” Penelope offered.

“No, thanks. I’ve got it committed to memory.”

“Ixtab? I know I don’t have to say this, but we need him.”

Silence. “I know.” There were less than eight months left to open the portal. “What I don’t understand is how you can be so calm and so happy.”

“I have faith. And I have Kinich.”

“So, you don’t believe the end is near?” Ixtab asked.

“No. I don’t. Because you are going to fix this. That portal will open; we will get our warriors back and win. There is no other possible outcome.”

Ixtab wished she were as confident as Penelope. But in all her thousands of years, she’d never seen the cards so stacked against them. Most of all, she’d never seen one of Cimil’s prophecies be wrong; although now, they all understood that Cimil couldn’t truly see the future—she merely spoke to the dead, who apparently lived in another dimension where time ceased to exist, which was an entirely different conundrum all together. Still, she’d never seen Cimil once be wrong. If she said the world would end before the autumnal equinox, then it would.