Vampires Need Not…Apply? (Accidentally Yours #4)(72)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Kinich, who’d been helped up by two soldiers, pulled away and crouched in front of Chaam. “Brother. You don’t need to do this. We’ve got plenty of men—”

“No!” Chaam barked. His soot-covered face and glowing turquoise eyes made him appear like a creature of the netherworld. “There will be no fighting. I will not have Margaret’s life risked. If I stay, the Maaskab will let you all leave in peace—I will see to it.” Chaam blinked. “What the hell happened to you, Kinich? Are those f**king fangs?”

Kinich grinned to display his incisors more clearly. “They are nice, yes?”

Chaam blinked again, but did not reply.

“There have been many changes, including my mate, Penelope, who is carrying my child and now co-ruling the House of Gods,” Kinich added.

Chaam smiled, clearly believing that was a joke. Wait until Chaam made it to the next summit meeting.

“Go. All of you.” Chaam looked at Margaret.

“I’m not leaving you. Not now. Not ever,” she protested so vehemently that her body trembled violently. She looked like she might punch him in the man-fritters.

Chaam frowned. “I will join you in a few days, I pro—”

“No!” she screamed. “I’m not leaving you. And if it’s safe for you, then it’s safe for me because I am your queen.”

Ixtab giggled. Margaret was perfect for Chaam. She had the right amount of sweet, the right amount of sour. “I suggest you listen to her, brother. Margaret doesn’t seem like the type to back down.”

Chaam pulled Margaret down into his lap and kissed her deeply.

“Let’s get the f**k out of here,” said Kinich. “This place gives me the heebie-jeebies. Oh, by the way brother, make sure your f**king Scabs release Guy and the vampires—that was the deal for setting you free. And I’d stay the hell away from Guy if I were you until someone’s had a chance to fill him in.”

Chaam broke the kiss and winced. Obviously, he remembered all of the terrible things he’d done, including trying to kill Guy’s mate at one point.

“It’s not your fault, Chaam,” said Margaret. “It was Cimil.”

Chaam nodded. “I know, but the things I’ve—”

“No. We’re not doing this right now.” Margaret kissed him again.

“She’s right, Chaam,” Ixtab pointed out. “We really should get the hell…”

“Ixtab?” Antonio had been sitting on the ground next to Ixtab, but now hovered over her. “Ixtab? Ixtab! Are you all right?” he screamed.

“How did I get on the ground?” She felt her body becoming heavier and heavier as if being pulled to the Earth’s inner core.

Antonio’s dark green eyes drilled into her. “Don’t do this Ixtab. Don’t go…”

His voice faded into nothing as the screams and howls of Chaam’s victims consumed her until she was nothing.

* * *

Panic. Pure f**king panic. Ixtab’s skin had turned a ghastly shade of gray, almost like she’d been spray-painted the color of a storm cloud. Then he noticed black spider veins spreading over her face and arms.

“Help her!” Antonio looked at Maggie, Kinich, Chaam, and the soldiers. No one stepped forward. “What the f**k is wrong with you people? Help her!”

Kinich’s face filled with torment. “Antonio, we cannot touch her, only you can. You can help her.”

Caray!

“Listen,” Kinich added, “we need to leave here now. I sense the Maaskab are near, and as Chaam pointed out, we do not want a fight on our hands. It’s not the right time.”

Antonio stared down at Ixtab’s immobile face, his heart torn in half. “I can’t lose her,” he whispered.

“And you won’t. But now is the time to be strong, vampire.” He felt Kinich’s firm grasp on his shoulder. “We must go.”

Antonio slipped his arms beneath her body, instantly feeling the darkness slither through his skin and making its way into his veins. Hmmm. Tastes kind of… nutty?

Chapter Treinta y Tres

Ixtab snuggled against the masculine warmth at her side and savored the sensation of being completely enveloped in a sweet male scent. She nuzzled her face against the source of the heat. Gods, it felt like heaven—smooth and firm. All man…

Cue Marvin Gaye song now. Sexual healing, I want… sexual healing… la-la-la-la…

“Ummm…” she groaned, never wanting to leave this dreamy place filled with luscious, sensual energy.

She felt a warm hand run down her back and pull her closer into the soothing heat, which she now realized ran the length of her body.

“Umm…” she groaned again. Best dream ever.

Upgrading now: “Unchained Melody”…

Sigh.

How about, “Bump Uglies”?

Yeah, The Krabbers rock. Ukuleles are magical.

“You like that, do you?” a deep male voice whispered in her ear. Her mind began to slip out of the foggy paradise. But she didn’t want to leave it. Everything felt so good.

“Mahalo… Yes. I like it,” she mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes. “More.”

The hand slid from her back to her backside. A firm hardness pushed into her belly. Her na**d belly. And a na**d hardness?

Ixtab opened her eyes slowly.

“I’m glad to hear you say ‘more,’ because more is exactly what I had in mind.” Antonio’s green eyes and hungry smile greeted her.

Yes, best dream ever…

She blinked and stared at his stunningly handsome face—thick, dark lashes; straight nose; well-defined cheekbones; and sultry, full lips in the shape of a heart. And though there was an exquisite perfection to him, his black stubble and strong features made his appearance fiercely masculine. Then there was her favorite part…that deep olive skin against his green eyes.

“You’re breathtaking, you know that?” she said and lifted her hand to his face.

“Nowhere near as breathtaking as you,” he said.

“How would you know? You’ve never really seen me,” she replied to the dreamy vision of Antonio.

He smiled. “Now you’ve put me in the unfortunate position of sounding like an appalling pervert because I’ve done nothing but look at you for one week straight.” He kissed her lips softly. “Every.” He kissed her lips again. “Single.” Another kiss. “Inch.”

“Really?” she asked, unable to keep from panting gently while her body worked itself into a quiet, sizzling frenzy.