Fashionably Dead

by Robyn Peterman

  Checking myself into a facility was an option, but for some reason I was calm. Totally calm. I suppose tomorrow someone could let me know that werewolves and leprechauns exist and I could self-combust . . . or how about trolls and mermaids?

  My life was careening out of control, but the only thing that unsettled me was Ethan. You’d think being spawned by a flesh-eating Demon or the fact that I was supposed to save the world would freak me out. Nope. The thing that scared me most was that I was in love with the Prince of the North American Dominion and I had no idea if he loved me back. I knew he wanted me, but lust and love were two different animals altogether. I wanted both.

  The Kev took my hands in his and began speaking to me telepathically. Ethan was not included.

  “Your heart may not beat, but you still have one, my liebchen. If you are not true to it, you will die a death more permanent than the one you live in now.” I started to cry. He sweetly pushed my hair back from my face and continued. “It’s okay to be scared, strudel princess, but not okay to run away from what will make you happy and complete.” He took my face in his hands. “Don’t you find it unusual that the two Vampyres in this car are the only two I have ever molded and made strong? Personally, I would wonder if there’s a reason for that.”

  He winked at me before disappearing in a cloud of Fairy Glitter.

  “What did he say to you?” Ethan asked.

  “How do you know he was talking to me?”

  “I could feel it,” he said, watching me from the front seat. Even the small amount of distance between us made me feel lonely for him. What in the hell was wrong with me?

  “Did you hear him?” I was alarmed.

  “No, he blocked me,” he said with disgust. “Far better than you do, I might add.”

  I sat still and stared at him. He was so beautiful and so strong . . . and so mine, if I let myself go. If I followed my instincts, I’d crawl back to the front seat, bite him, drink from him and love him until the end of time.

  “I wish you weren’t the Chosen One,” he said quietly.

  “Why?” I was shocked. “Don’t you think I’m capable of doing whatever the hell needs to be done?” Damn it, every time I was close to committing to him, he did or said something stupid.

  “It has nothing to do with that.” He angrily dismissed that notion. “Of course I believe you will succeed.” He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. “I wish you were not the Chosen One because I don’t want anything to happen to you. I would not want to go on anymore without you. I have never been so happy in my life. You couldn’t care less that I’m the Prince of the North American Dominion. You were attracted to me when you thought I was a Rogue Vampyre.” That clearly delighted him. He reached back and put his hand under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I wake up every day thinking about you, go to sleep thinking about you, and you are on my mind every minute in between. I can’t wait to be insulted, teased and kissed by you. I cannot wait until we make love for the first time, and the second, and the third. You make me feel alive. Mostly I wish you were not the Chosen One so you would believe that I want you for you . . . that I have fallen head-over-heels, no turning back, in love with you.”

  I was speechless. My body felt light and airy and I was shaking. And then I did it. I followed my instincts.

  I crawled over that seat, threw myself into Ethan’s arms, and sank my fangs into his neck as I made him mine.

  Forever.

  Chapter 26

  “Oh my God, Ethan,” I gasped as I withdrew my fangs from his neck. “Something is happening to me.” I was having a beyond overwhelming need to get naked, followed by getting him naked and violently making love to him.

  “It’s okay, Angel.” He white-knuckled the steering wheel. “When Vampyres mate, they have to consummate the bonding. Their bodies demand it.”

  He put the car into drive and floored it.

  This was news to me. I was dizzy and horny. I leaned over and put my head between my knees, hoping to eliminate some of the pressure building up inside of me. Bad idea. Leaning over made the crotch of my pants hike up and press against part of me that did not need to be touched if I was going to be able to hold it together.

  “Ethan,” I moaned, “I don’t think I can . . . ”

  “You can.” He touched my back and a bolt of electricity shot through me, causing me to orgasm. I screamed. The orgasm should have given me relief, but it didn’t. It made it worse.

  “Don’t touch me,” I ground out through clenched teeth, “unless you plan to follow through.”

  “Trust me,” he said, his voice thick with lust, “I plan to follow through. Over and over and over. Just hold on—we’re almost there.”

  “Where is there?” I asked, gripping the dashboard as if my life depended on it.

  “Cressida House.” He glanced over. His eyes were greener than I’d ever seen them and he was more beautiful than he’d ever been.

  “No, not there! They all heard me yesterday. The only thing I ever do is have screaming orgasms with you at that House,” I yelled at him.

  He laughed. “God, I love you. My suite is soundproofed, Angel. Besides, sex in the Vampyre world is very different.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . heard it before,” I snapped. “I love you too, you jerk, but I’m sick and tired of not being able to make eye contact with anyone.”

  “You love me?” he asked, slowing the car to a stop.

  “Yes, I love you,” I shouted. “Do you really think I’d become your mate if I didn’t love you?”

  “I didn’t know.”

  “Well, I find that incredibly insulting,” I told him. “If I wasn’t so goddamned horny, I wouldn’t let you have any tonight. Clearly that’s not gonna happen.” I was shaking all over now. “Can’t you drive any faster?”

  He laughed his insanely sexy laugh and put the car in drive. And what do you know? I orgasmed. Again. This was getting ridiculous and I was getting teary. The pressure just kept building. “Ethan, please.”

  “We’re almost there, baby,” he said, his voice unsteady. “I had no idea it would be like this.”

  “This has never happened to you?” I asked, turning away from him. Looking at him was dangerous. If I had another big O, I was sure I would die.

  “Never.” He swerved into the Cressida House drive at eighty-five miles per hour and screeched to a halt on the lawn, tearing out seventy-five to one hundred feet of manicured grass and bushes.

  “Oh my God,” I cried out, “your dad is here.”

  “Don’t worry about him. He’s going to be thrilled.” He had me out of the car faster than a human could blink, whipped me up into his arms and headed for his suite. Of course, every Vampyre I’d ever met was hanging out in the foyer.

  “Get out of my way,” Ethan bellowed. “Astrid and I have mated.”

  Holy shit, he may as well have just yelled, “Watch out, Astrid and I have to go screw so we don’t explode and die.” I was never setting foot in this House again. What in the hell was the muscular, bald beefy security guy from Jerry Springer doing here? Was he a Vampyre? Wait, that wasn’t the same guy . . . but he looked a lot like him. No, this guy was way better looking. Pam would luuuuurve him. We paused briefly in front of him. God, he was magnificent looking. He had eyes looked just like . . . oh shit.

  Ethan bowed to him. “Father, this is Astrid. We’ve just mated. I’ll see you in five or six hours.”

  Kill me now.

  “That’s wonderful, son,” the King laughed joyously. “Astrid, I look forward to meeting with you . . . later.”

  The entire foyer of, oh . . . I don’t know . . . about forty or fifty Vampyres burst into laughter and applause. Was this really happening? Were they truly celebrating the fact that I—or rather their Prince—was about to get laid?

  Yes . . . yes, they were. Vampyres were so damn weird.

  I wasn’t positive, but I think Ethan flew up the stairs. Thank God for that because I wasn’t going to
last much longer. A door slammed shut. I couldn’t have told you where we were because I didn’t care. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was alone with Ethan and he was mine.

  “I can’t wait,” I gasped, clawing at his clothes.

  “Neither can I.” He literally ripped my clothing from my body. “You went to see Brad Pitt without a bra on?” He was incredulous.

  “I never wear a bra.” I pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down and came face to face with the largest penis I’d ever seen in my life. My insides clenched and I thought I might faint. I wasn’t sure I could handle him. Good God, had I come this far only to realize sex with Ethan would tear me in two? The sane part of me wanted to run and the horny side of me wanted to try him on for size. I didn’t realize I was frozen and staring until I heard him clear his throat.

  “Problem?” he asked suggestively.

  “Um . . . no,” I whispered. “It’s just that . . . oh, what the hell . . . ” I trailed off and grabbed the oversized monster.

  “Oh my God,” he gasped, pulling me to my feet and pressing his naked body against mine. “Angel, I need you,” he moaned.

  “Yes,” I readily agreed, feeling light-headed and out of control. He pulled me to his bed and threw me on my back. He stood there naked, looking beautiful and deadly and mine. He was the most exquisite man I’d ever seen, just looking at him made my body sing. I was about to orgasm again without him even laying a hand on me.

  He slowly, with carnal intent, kissed and nipped his way down my body. He paused at my breasts and marked me with his fangs ‘til I screamed and begged him to fuck me.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded. No more nice. No more gentle. No more soft. “Open for me, baby,” he said as he parted my legs with his hands and blew on my most intimate places. “You are perfect.” He lowered his head and made me see Jesus with his tongue.

  “Oh Ethan . . . I don’t think . . . ” I cried out and clamped my legs around his head trying to make him stop.

  Startled, he looked up at me from between my legs. “What’s wrong?”

  “Um . . . .well, I’m not very experienced with this kind of, um . . . ”

  “But I am,” he grinned. His eyes sparkled and his lips glistened with my moisture.

  “Well, that’s certainly a big turn on,” I huffed and tried to escape, picturing him with hundreds of hot sexy Vampyre sluts.

  “Trust me, I’ll turn you on,” he whispered so sexily I lost brain cells, erasing the images of other women.

  His hands were like manacles around my thighs and any thoughts of anything else were obliterated. This was not nice or romantic or simple. It was violent, sexy, and hard. It was changing me at some fundamental level. As I screamed and moaned, and fought to gain dominance over the beautiful inhuman man possessing me, a trigger flipped. Suddenly, I was just like him, violent and sexual and no longer human. I wanted him more than I wanted to live. I would die for him and destroy anything that would threaten him in the slightest. He was mine. Period.

  His fangs pierced me in places I had no idea were proper to bite and I returned the favor, making him shout in pain and pleasure. The line was so fine, I couldn’t discern it anymore. And I didn’t want to.

  In a flash, his fangs were in my neck and his body was on top of mine. My body convulsed and he wasn’t even inside me yet. I lost count on the mini and major orgasms wracking my body and started to beg.

  “You’re mine. Your body. Your mind. And your soul,” he moaned into my ear and I shuddered.

  “Please, Ethan,” I gasped, writhing under him in wanton invitation. “Please.”

  “Please what?” he ground out, grabbing my hair and making me stare into his blazing green eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You. I want you,” I cried.

  “More specific,” he demanded, grinding his body against mine.

  “Fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me.”

  “As you wish.” His smile was pure sex and frightening, but it was everything I never knew I wanted or needed. “Open for me.”

  I spread my legs for him. He took my hand and placed it on his engorged cock. “Put me where you want me,” he said gruffly.

  He was like thick steel covered in silk, hard and smooth at the same time. I was so in love with him, and as unsure as I was of his size, I also had no intension of stopping. Ever. I guided him to where we both wanted him to be. He pushed the head of his shaft into me and I gasped.

  “God, it feels so good,” he moaned, one hand grasping my ass and the other tangled in my hair, forcing me to lock eyes with him as he breached me slowly.

  “Oh God,” I gasped, “don’t stop.” I was right. He was huge and I was not.

  “Mine,” he groaned as his fangs descended.

  He filled me to the point of pain, but his fingers on my clit forced my body to accept him as he methodically pushed more of his beautiful body into mine. He filled me to capacity and beyond, yet I wanted more. I wanted all of him. The thin line between pain and pleasure blurred to the point I was unsure what it meant. They were so intertwined that I lost sight of myself and became part of him. My core throbbed and I writhed beneath him, begging and crying. My body demanded satisfaction without care for the consequences. I lost all control and arched my pelvis up, pleading for more. My unspoken need undid him. He roared, and with a deep and violent thrust, he buried himself inside of me.

  I screamed.

  I was flying. My heart and my mind were with him, but my body tightened in protest. I felt him press at my womb. The orgasmic agony ripped through me and suddenly shifted. The pleasure overrode the pain and a slow sensual burn consumed my entire body. I bore down and gripped him inside of me, never wanting to let go.

  “Mine,” he growled. He was triumphant, his eyes blazing a beautiful green.

  He moved in and out of me with inhuman speed. I was physically at my limit, but unwilling to stop. I needed more. I met each thrust with an abandon I didn’t know I was capable of. My control had snapped and I didn’t ever want it back. I knew it would be amazing, but I didn’t know it would be perfect. I knew it would be good, but this was beyond. A fiery heat erupted as our bodies met. I needed him closer. I needed him deeper.

  My nails raked across his back drawing blood, and I kissed him everywhere . . . neck, chest, shoulders, and lips. It was animalistic and inhuman and I loved it. We branded each other over and over. I no longer knew who I was without him. I spiraled toward an orgasm that would either make me see Jesus or kill me.

  “Angel,” Ethan gasped, “bite me.”

  My fangs descended and I leaned into his neck as his body possessed mine with a speed and a force I had never known. I bit into his neck and began to drink. He did the same. The explosion that rocked my body was nuclear. I was flying higher than I could have imagined. I couldn’t stop coming . . . it was the monster of all orgasms. My brain was skitzed and spots of brilliant color danced in my vision. Although I was spent, my body refused to obey. Ethan stiffened on top of me and then released himself. It was powerful and beautiful and felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. He had made me his and I had made him mine in every way possible.

  “I love you,” I gasped, running my hands through his hair and gently kissing his swollen lips with my own. “We should, um . . . probably get cleaned up and go downstairs to your father.”

  Ethan laughed and smoothed my hair back from my face. “I love you too, my Angel, but we’re not going anywhere,” he said, tracing my collarbone with his finger. “We’ve only barely gotten started.”

  “You can do it again?” I was shocked.

  He was delighted. “Oh baby, I’m a Vampyre. I can direct where I want the blood in my body to go.” He grabbed my hand and guided it to his rock-hard penis.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped and giggled.

  “Are you ready to go again?” he asked, caressing my breast.

  “I’m not sure,” I lied with a smile as a slow heat coiled low in my body.

  “I believ
e I can help you be sure,” he said with a wicked grin, moving down my body and burying his face between my legs.

  I shrieked as shots of electric pleasure pulsed through me as his tongue did things I’d never known a tongue could do.

  “I’m getting pretty sure,” I gasped.

  “That’s good.” His voice was gruff as he slid back up my body. “Because I’m very sure I will never get enough of you.”

  Chapter 27

  Eight hours and forty-five minutes later . . .

  I wasn’t exactly sure how I was able to walk. I’d had more sex in the last eight hours than I’d had in my entire life thus far. Drinking Ethan’s blood, as old and as strong as it was, helped me recover some, but it was still a miracle that I could move. Quite honestly, I was surprised he could walk.

  About four hours into our sex-a-thon, Ethan presented me with a ring. A six carat, square-cut pink diamond surrounded by white and pink champagne diamond clusters. I almost passed out, being the materialistic gal that I was. Pink diamonds were the rarest in the world. The ring had belonged to Queen Paloma, the King’s first wife. Ethan’s own mother, Queen Antonia, had died in childbirth with Ethan, so Queen Paloma raised Ethan along with her own daughter, Princess Lelia. She had been the one in the Betsy Johnson dress and great shoes, who had tried to kill me in graveyard.

  The Queen had given the ring to Ethan over five hundred years ago making him promise to give it to his mate when he found her. Queen Paloma told Ethan that his mate would be the Chosen One and that their life together would be both complicated and beautiful.

  “Why did he have so many wives?” I asked, gingerly pulling on some clothes from the stash Ethan had bought for me due to the fact that what I had been wearing yesterday now lay in shreds on the floor.