Page 46 of Pleasantly Undead in Dark River

I kissed his lips, letting him consume me like I was his last meal. I ran my hands up over his abs, tracing the indentations with the tips of my fingers, memorizing his feel in case I lost my hands tomorrow. The soft glow of the streetlight cast his face in shadows. “We should close the blinds,” I whispered against his lips and he groaned.

“Let them watch.” He flipped me around so I was facing the windows, and with the light behind us from the kitchen, you would be able to see us easily from the darkness outside the windows. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, until his hand could slip inside and cup my breast. “Let them see how fucking beautiful you are when I touch you here, and your eyes close, your lips parted just enough that I want to bite them.”

One of his hands slipped down my ribs, over the swell of my stomach to the line of my panties. I sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed over my mound to my clit. “They don’t get to hear how pretty your breathy moans are when I touch you. When I soak my fingers in your juices.” He pushed his fingers inside me and my head fell back against his shoulder. “But they can see the way your hands are curling on your thighs. They way you are riding my hand. They know it's me bringing you this pleasure, know that I’m making you feel good enough to come all over my hand. Are you going to show them how much I love pleasuring you, Raine?”

His dirty words, whispered just behind my ear, were making me pant, my heart thundering. I ground against his palm, just like he said I would. Holy shit, the good Sheriff was a goddamn exhibitionist. I already knew that, kinda, after our talk and er, other things in The Immortal Cupcake. Plus he had no problems watching me have sex with the other guys, so it made sense that he would like to show me off like this, when it was his body making me writhe.

I whimpered as the heel of his hand put the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. “Let them see you come, Raine. Let them see you fuck my hand as you chase the first of the dozen orgasms I’m going to give you tonight,” he growled, scraping his fangs down my spine. As if his words had a direct link to my vagina, I came on his fingers, both of us groaning as my body clenched around him.

“Do you think anyone saw? Do you think they are still out there, waiting to see you slide up and down on my cock?” My eyes raised to the window, and though it was dark and still outside, I couldn’t help but wonder. My body clenched around his fingers again. “You like the idea of someone out there watching me fuck you, don’t you?”

Where the hell did my fine, upstanding, chivalrous Sheriff get such a filthy mouth? “Have you been body-snatched?” I moaned as he scissored his fingers against my g-spot as he removed his hand and shifted me forward. I heard the quick whisper of his zipper coming down, and I lifted my hips so he could push them down.

When his jeans were around his knees, I pressed backwards, feeling the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass. I felt his hand stroke it, his other hand urging my hips up and back.

When he sank into me, I moaned so loud that they probably heard it from my house. “Walker,” I moaned and he thrust himself up until he was seated all the way inside me. He pulled me back turning my face so he could twist around and kiss me. I rolled my hips, seeking even the tiniest bit of movement. “Are you ready to give them a show?”

“Yes,” I breathed and then he was grabbing my hips and moving me, rolling my hips with his strong, broad hands. The position had his cock hitting every happy part inside my body, and I slipped my hand down to rub my clit as well. The pleasure was too big. Too much. But I wanted more. I wanted it all, right now. I rode him hard, or he rode me hard, I couldn’t be sure. Either way, I was a sweaty, panting mess and his fingers were flexing so hard I worried he was going to accidentally break something.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me up and down with barely contained violence until I screamed my orgasm for the world to hear. And see. “That’s it, Baby. Scream my name. Let them see you come.” He growled as his strokes got ragged until he slammed me down, coming with a guttural roar.

I collapsed back against him, and he grabbed the edges of his shirt, gently buttoning them back up even though I was still impaled on his cock. It was like closing the curtains after a stage play. Eventually, he slipped me from his cock, and spun me around. He kissed me gently, reverently, back to my respectful, chivalrous Sheriff. “Well aren’t you full of surprises, Walker Walton.”

He chuckled, and kissed my cheek. “Hmmm?”

I nodded. “And I thought the bike was the most surprising thing about you. Apparently, I was wrong.”

He grinned and kissed me again. “Hungry?”

I kissed my way down his jaw. “Not for food.”

He groaned, and we provided the rest of the street an encore performance.

My body achedin all the best ways when I sat down for the meal that Walker had cooked. Everything was a little chewy, but that would teach him for looking so sexy. I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions.

We were on the second glass of wine, and I was soaking up the last of the garlicky sauce with freshly baked bread when Walker’s phone rang. He screwed up his nose and sighed. “Why do they always ring on date night?” he grumbled and I mock-pouted at him.

Whoever’s name was on the phone had him frowning though. “Nico?”

My hand stilled. When his frown turned to shock, I dropped my bread. “When?” Whatever Nico was saying on the other end of the line had him standing, buttoning his pants and pulling on a shirt. “We’ll be right there.”

I stood. “What is it?” My heart was my throat. “Tex? The pups?”

He shook his head. “Someone tried to decapitate X.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Ididn’t even put on pants. I was out Walker’s front door, going as fast as I could on bare feet as I raced toward the doctor’s office. I burst through the doors and Judge was there. X was spread across the stainless steel surgical table, his head hanging at a grotesque angle.

No. No, no, no. “X!” I launched myself toward him, and Brody caught me around his waist. “Wait Raine. He’s alive, but barely. Lucius interrupted whatever was happening, and probably saved his life.”

My eyes moved wildly around the room until they landed on Lucius. His face was grim, none of his normal craziness in his eyes. But still, could he have done this and created some kind of crazy story to cover it up?

My gut said no. When he met my eyes, there was a rage in them, a thirst for vengeance. Considering he’d been the reason X was on this very table less than three months ago, that seemed a bit preposterous. But the clear eyed Lucius was nothing like the crazy psycho I met when he strolled into town. Judge was there, spattered with blood, his hands staunching the bleeding as Nico stitched. I was worried about Brody being here because vampires with a significant loss of blood could be… not in their right mind. But I needed X to live. I shucked myself out of Brody’s arms. “You need to get out of here, in case someone comes for Tex or the pups. Get Everly and take her back to my house, just in case.” I lowered my voice. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Brody nodded, leaning down to kiss me quickly. “He’ll be okay, Red. He’s tougher than an old tan hide. He’ll make it.”

He stepped out of the operating room and shifted into a fox, racing into the darkness. Panic lodged in my chest. What if someone had lost it? What if a vampire had lost control, they could all be in danger?

“Feed him, Raine,” Judge said gruffly and I stepped forward, offering my wrist up to his mouth. His eyes were closed and his skin incredibly pale. He looked properly dead.

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