“Death trumps vampire,” I announced.
I knew it would wind her up, but I just couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“You’re the disrespectful one. I bought you some new clothes and you threw them out of the window!”
I had. And I’d regretted it because I’d not realised how much leather chafed until I’d had some time without it.
“You look stupid wearing all that around the house. Leather trousers, boots, a black polo shirt, and a big cloak.”
“And what about when I’m in my smoking jacket and matching bottoms? Do I look nice then? Do I look smokin’ hot?”
She did a fake retch.
I took my coat off and threw it on the floor.
“Now what are you doing, you infuriating man?” she yelled.
“You said I looked stupid wearing these, so I’m taking them off.” My polo shirt came off next. I threw it onto the pile.
Mya had been about to shout something else, but instead she stood still, staring at my chest. I had a large black scythe tattooed over my right pec. She moved closer. I took a step back and she seemed to snap out of her trance-like state.
“Enjoying the view?” I teased.
Her eyes narrowed and she took hold of her black, oversized sweater and pulled it off over her head.
Oh shit.
Her own t-shirt followed suit.
“For us to be equal, I need to take off my bra.”
“Don’t you dare!” I yelled.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll take down my leather trousers, and I’m not wearing pants.”
I saw her eyes look me over, first running over my chest and then down my thighs, to my feet and back up, resting at my groin area.
“You started this. Pick your clothes up and apologise for throwing what I bought you out of the window and we’ll say no more about it.”
I wasn’t proud of my next move.
I turned away from her, pulled down my leather pants and said, “Kiss my arse, Mya Malone.”
Mya
Death’s arse faced me.
It was peachy, and as he wiggled it, it kind of dimpled. He’d told me to kiss it.
So I would.
I shot forward, kissing one arse cheek and then the other, and then I took a crafty nip.
Death had been frozen in place until my bite. Then he swung around. “Did you just bite my—”
“Arrrgh,” I clutched my eye. “Your dick just hit me in the eyeball, you idiot.”
“You bit my arse.”
“I’ve heard people say their dick’s so big it could poke your eye out, but there’s no need to try to take it literally.”
“At least you’re acknowledging my dick is rather generous.”
I let my hand fall from clutching my eye and squinted it a bit. “Do you think you could put it away?”
He then seemed to realise he was standing there with his trousers down and no shirt.
“Apologise for biting me and I’ll dress and leave.”
“No, you’re apologising for throwing out your clothes.”
He sighed. “I do apologise. Did you keep them? Only while I’m half-dressed I may as well put my new clothes on. These get a tad hot. I’d not realised.”
“Hah. See, I was right. They’re in the bottom drawer of the chest in my bedroom.”
“Could you get them for me please?”
“What did your last slave die of?”
“I’ve never had a slave. Or any help of any kind before you. Even The Librarian doesn’t work for me. She’s just part of the house. Now, it’s your turn.”
“To do what?”
“To apologise. For biting me.”
I put a hand on my hip. “I can’t, Big D.” I stared at his protruding cock. “You see. I’m not sorry.”
“What did you say?”
“I’m not sorry. It’s a really fine arse and you put it right there in front of me. I’m a vampire. You’re fully aware I can bite. You instructed me to kiss it,” I held a hand up in front of his open and about to protest mouth, “and it was just too tempting to not bite. It could have been worse; I could have sunk my fangs in.”
Death started to shuffle across the floor with his leather trousers around his ankles. He could only take really small steps, which not only looked ridiculous and like he could face plant at any moment, but also made his cock swing around. “I shall go and get my clothes. The bottom drawer, you said?”
“That’s correct. So you need to go back out, across the hall, and into the first room, hoping that no one sees you looking like that.”
He glared at me. “You’re going to shout Spence, aren’t you?”
I smirked.
“Fine.” He leaned down to completely remove his trousers. “I’ll just have to—” He was gone through the door, “make a dash for it.” I heard, but even with vampire speed he was out and through the bedroom door before I could have shouted for Spence.
I followed him into my room where I was met with a triumphant grin.
So I took my bra off and threw it at him.
In all innocence I did it just to wipe that look off his face.
But it backfired, because now a naked brooding male took his second look at my boobs that day. For a man who’d not had any action in decades it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or in his case, the nipples that broke Death’s restraint.
The next thing I knew, I was laid on my bed with Death above me, his eyes… deadly.
And all I could think was an inner hurrah that my bedroom was now lovely and clean and so I could wriggle upon it to my hearts content. Or to Death’s…
“If you don’t want this to happen, then you need to say so right now, because I’ve no first hand experience of a vampire’s thirst for blood, but I’d hazard a guess that its similar to my thirst to sample your delights.”
I really, really, really wanted to call him out on terming it ‘sampling my delights’ but I also really, really, really, really did not want him to take off in a huff.
So instead I mimed zipping across my mouth and throwing away the key.
“If I’d known that’s what it took to shut you up, I’d have done this sooner,” he said, but my protests were swallowed by his mouth on mine.
I think I actually mewled as his lips swept across mine and then his tongue darted into my mouth.
Boy, he was a good kisser, and as his hands began to trail over the rest of me, removing my leggings and panties as he went, I realised he was good at everything.
“So, so good,” I moaned as his fingertip flicked against my clit.
I reached down and fastened my hand around his shaft, “Is this what they mean by a little death?” I teased in a whisper.
He rocked into my hand and I felt him engorge further.
“Oh my, you really are a Big D.”
Death took his time kissing me, teasing me, touching me and then he pushed inside me. All my senses were heightened by being a vampire. The tang of salt on his skin burst against my tongue as I licked his neck, but he didn’t make me hunger for his blood, because I realised… he didn’t have any. He was missing the life source. I couldn’t detect it on him anywhere. The irony of a vampire falling for a person with no blood. But I knew I’d not drain him, could not kill Death himself and that was a bonus. As was the finger he teased around my back entrance. Death really did affect everywhere.