Page 20 of Pleasantly Undead in Dark River

“Raine Baxter, are you undressing me with your eyes right now?”

I grinned, because I totally was. Mentally, I was down to his underwear and he was doing those body rolls that made your abs go all crunchy.

“Uh, no?” I cleared my throat. “It’s a little different than my smile, Walker. I don’t want you to get a decade down the track, be sick of X’s bullshit, or Judge and Tex going at it all the time, and then resent me for trapping you in a relationship you didn’t want in the first place.”

He reached over and grabbed me, dragging me into his lap, and gripping my cheeks between his palms. “No. It’s not like that at all. Jesus, Raine.” He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. His heart was beating human fast, thundering in his chest. “Do you feel this? I feel so damn alive with you. You make me feel things I haven’t felt since I was alive. Nothing is going to change that. One guy or ten. I don’t give a shit if you are the last purple fucking people eater on the planet. I love you, Raine. That’s all there is to it.”

I kissed him because how could I not? I made love to him with my lips, my teeth sinking into the plump flesh. I wanted it to be swollen with the force of my kisses. I wanted the world to know that I loved Sheriff Walker Walton. I finally gave his chesticles a hand, and I gripped the edges of his shirt and popped them open. Buttons flew off and bounced around the cafe, but I didn’t care. I ran my hands down the broad planes of his chest, the slight scrape of hair tickling my palms. He slid his hands under my short leather skirt that I never would have worn in a million years as a human. I would have worried that my thighs were too chunky, that I’d look too slutty. Now? I didn’t give a shit. I had seven, let me repeat seven, guys who wanted to crawl between these thunderclouds every damn night of the week and eat me like I was a happy hour at the buffet. I was sexually exhausted, but I felt sexy as hell. Knowing that I was a succubus had removed a little of the shine, but Raine Baxter was a liberated woman who wanted to dress like a rock goddess and a hooker had a baby and she was fabulous as fuck.

When he hit the lace of my panties he groaned so loudly I was glad the door was closed. “It’s like you are trying to re-kill me.”

I gave him a smirk, but I was already trying to get his gun belt off. Why was this so damn hard? Was it like a chastity belt? As I was working out how mad Walker would be if I tore it off, the man himself helped me out, lifting his ass so I could undo his tac belt, his pants belt, his pants and his underwear all in one swoop.

When his dick, hard and ready, slapped against his abs, it was like a starting gun. We were all hands and desperation, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his hands tore at my underwear until it was gone. I was taking up shares in Victoria’s Secret just to make back some of the money I spend every month on destroyed underwear. He ran his hands over the globes of my ass, gripping it in his hands and making a happy groaning noise that made me grin against his lips.

I gripped his hair, tipping his head back so I could kiss my way down his neck, across his pulse points. I tasted his heartbeat on my tongue, nipping his Adams apple before I kissed the hollow at the base of his throat.

I could feel the vibrations of his pleasure as I soaked his lap. He ran a hand between our bodies, holding his dick so I could push back onto it. I pressed my head to his chest as we both groaned. “Walker,” I whispered as he stretched me wide. Walker had the good dick. I mean, all the guys were good in bed, because after a few centuries of experience, or in Tex and Brody’s case a direct link to my emotions, you just knew how to play a woman. But Walker had the perfect dick. Like you could make a cast of his dick and make the world best dildos. If a Ken Doll had a dick, it would probably look like Walker’s. It hit all the right spots. It was long, thick and made me come like it was an inevitability every damn time.

He dragged me upwards until just the tip was still in, and then slammed me back down. His big hands gripped my ribs as I bent backwards, pushing my breasts up, begging for attention. He didn’t disappoint. He never disappointed. He flicked his tongue over my left nipple before sucking it into his mouth hard. With every upwards grind, I rubbed my clit against his pubic bone.

While sucking on my breast, he moved his other hand down my body, pressing the hard ball of his palm against my clit until I was coming all over his cock and his hand. But Walker didn’t let up his punishing pace. Instead, he doubled his speed, his strokes hard and sure. He grabbed my head, pulling me close so our bodies were mashed together like we were one person. One monster of pleasure and limbs, and when he pushed my head into his neck, I didn’t hesitate. I bit him, the pounding of his heart making his blood gush into my mouth and I moaned as I suctioned my lips around him. I sucked in time with his thrusts, both of us inside of the other. His hands helped me grind on his cock, his head thrown back against the backrest of the couch, his neck stretched.

I came again as I glutted on his blood, my pussy milking him with the same intensity as my mouth pulled his blood from his vein. He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me so tight that if I’d been human he probably would have cracked a rib, as he came on a roar right behind me.

I pulled out of his vein, licking the wound closed and then let my head flop onto his shoulder. He didn’t let go, his arms holding me close to his chest. “I love you, Raine.”

I kissed his skin, slightly salty with sweat. “Love you too, Walker.”

There was a knock on the front window and we both froze.

Holy shit.

We just had sex in the front window of The Immortal Cupcake. Shit, shit, shit. I looked over my shoulder at Brody’s grinning face. I let out a relieved sigh, sitting up in Walker’s lap. Instead of looking embarrassed that we’d almost done a peep-show for potentially the entire town, he looked… turned on?

I narrowed my eyes at him, but he just grinned, leaning forward to give me another quick kiss. “We better go before the rest of the guys arrive and we have a proper audience.”

He didn’t sound as off put by that idea as I thought he’d be. Still, I shifted from his lap and looked at Brody.

He adjusted the front of his jeans and looked pained, fanning his face and panting. The dirty bastard had watched the whole thing. And Walker had liked it. Had he known he was there the whole time?

I squinted at him and he just grinned back. Hmm, sometimes I didn’t think I’d ever be able to mine all of Walker’s hidden depths, but I was glad I now had time to do it. I ducked off to the bathroom to clean myself up. I looked at the couch. Soon, someone in town was going to sit on the couch, and all I will be able to think about is fucking the town sheriff right in that spot.

Yeah, I probably wasn’t about to win businesswoman of the year anytime soon.

Chapter Eleven

Having them all in my house, sitting around my kitchen table, fixed something that had been damaged by Miranda’s revelation. It was tenuous, but they’d all stayed. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just let the moment settle, couldn’t let us all cope with this new information. No, that wasn’t the life of Raine Baxter. Apparently, I no longer did mundane.

We ate and the guys chatted, the sound of their combined voices as soothing as rain on the roof to me. I just settled into the moment as the guys talked supernatural politics and human sports. I sat on Brody’s lap, my head resting on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead unconsciously as he spoke, and being pressed against my Mate was like being home. He finished the rest of his beer, and instead of pushing me to my feet, he passed me over to Walker like I weighed nothing.

Walker took me with ease, settling me onto his lap and kissing my lips softly. “I missed this,” he whispered, and I kissed him back. I did too, more than I could probably explain to him without sounding like an insanely possessive psycho. Instead, I pressed my face into his neck and sighed happily. When Brody returned with the beers, he didn’t try and take me back from his friend. He just reached out and put a hand on my thigh as he argued about ice hockey with Tex.

X looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Nico was also looking at me intensely, though probably for a different reason. Which possible problem to blurt out first?

“So, a strange vampire turned up at The Immortal Cupcake today and tried to bite me. Wanted me to become his consort, or the queen of his castle, or something like that.”

The silence around the room was the type that could only happen in a room of supernaturals. “What are you talking about Raine?”

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