Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED]

by Ava Lore

  Within seconds she was coming, her core contracting hard, grasping at the tips of his fingers, still lingering leisurely just out of reach. Her arms, still tightly bound behind her, strained at her blouse. A few stitches ripped as her climax roared through her, but the fabric held, and the rippling fire inside her had barely abated when the vampire slid the points of his fangs over her labia.

  Tiny stings of pain pricked against the pleasure, but to Chloe's utter shock, she found she liked it. His tongue slowed, lapping up the tiny drops of blood he'd drawn, and he groaned with the pleasure of it when he swallowed her life's essence.

  “Taste good?” she managed to ask him.

  “You have no idea, Chloe,” he rasped as he unhooked her thighs from his shoulders and slid her down the wall and into his arms. “I could eat you up.”

  She stiffened slightly. He wouldn't really... would he?

  He laughed at the expression on her face. “Waste not, want not, my dear.” And he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

  The light on James' side of the bed was on, but of course he wasn't there, and a number of his things were gone from the nightstand—he must have taken them with him—and on the other side of the bed her nightstand was just as messy as ever. Jenny clearly hadn't spent enough time displacing her to remove all of her things. It was still her room. It looked almost exactly the same as it had twenty hours before. Before everything had fallen apart.

  Oh well. That was all behind her now. Her immediate future was her primary concern, and she hoped it involved lots of cock. She was surprised to find that she didn't feel weird at all about fucking the vampire in the bed she had shared with her fiance, but really, all she could think was: Finally! Let's get this show on the road.

  Unfortunately the vampire wasn't done teasing her yet. Her arms were still bound behind her, and he laid her down on the blankets and turned her over onto her stomach. He whistled long and low.

  “Magnificent, my dear. I'm going to enjoy this.”

  Chloe almost responded with sarcasm—oh, really, you weren't expecting to enjoy it?—when suddenly and without warning his hand came down on her ass. Sweet pain bloomed over her buttocks as the ripples moved over her body, but between her legs there was a fresh gush of warmth and wetness.

  “Oh,” she said. It came out as a whisper. She tensed, waiting for the next fall of his hand.

  He took his time spanking her, clearly enjoying the visual spectacle. Each smack of his hand across her ass drew a squeak from her throat and the flesh grew warm and aching under his measured assault. There was no discernible pattern to his strikes, leaving her in agony as she waited for the next, her whole body jerking and twitching in anticipation, her legs kicking and her hips bucking with each slap.

  “You have no idea what you are doing to me,” the vampire growled above her as she cried out and twisted in her bonds. The strikes picked up the pace. Her ass and thighs burned and she thrashed under his hand, her pussy soaking wet and begging for his cock. “Your whole body responds to me. I'm going to fuck you until you scream for mercy.”

  “You talk a big game,” she gasped as he smacked her ass again. “Let's see you follow through.”

  Silence filled the room. The flesh of her ass and thighs ached and pulsed with the beat of her heart, hypersensitive and, she was certain, red and possibly bruised. The pain was exquisite. Her pussy was flooded with her slick cream.

  “A challenge?” the vampire said. “I believe I can rise to meet it.”

  The rustle of his clothes was loud in the room. She could hear the materials crumpling as he pulled them from his body, but even louder was the combined din of their lustful breathing. She knew he didn't have to breathe... but maybe he did when he was about to fuck someone. Maybe he needed it for his erection.

  Then the mattress dipped behind her and she felt his cool thighs straddling her knees. Appreciative hands ran over her ass, and Chloe squeezed her eyes tight as he suddenly grabbed her hips with rough hands and dragged them backwards. Her cheek scraped over the bedspread, and she turned her face down into the comforting softness as the vampire suddenly entered her in one swift, possessive thrust.

  Chloe shrieked as his cool, hard hips slammed into her ass, his cock—huge, so huge, pulsing and hot inside her aching pussy—slicing through her core. He picked up a hard, driving pace, parting her tight channel with his body, his hips slapping against her sensitive ass and thighs, and the shockwaves of his brutal rhythm rippled through her body. Her taut nipples scraped over the bedspread, her soft breasts mashed into the mattress. His hands smoothed over her back, dug into her ample hips, held her fast as he pounded into her.

  “Yes, fuck, you feel so good, goddess, you feel so good, Chloe, fuck, I'm going to cum in you—” His dirty litany danced into her brain and she writhed and cried out, feeling another climax building inside her. Her bound arms strained as her whole body arched and drove backwards into him, trying to meet his frantic pace. Her core tightened, her pussy lips, sandwiched between her thighs, rubbing over her aching clit.

  He folded his body over hers—a shock of cold against her back—and slipped his hands under her, grabbing her breasts and squeezing tight. Pain and pleasure mixed together, and as he pulled her into his thrusting hips, Chloe twisted and writhed on his cock until she finally found the right angle. She cried out into the bed, and the vampire, sensing the nearness of her climax, picked up his pace. His cock plunged into her, parting her slick inner walls, and with one thrust, two, three, she was suddenly tumbling over the edge, her body twisted up and thrashing against him as he impaled her over and over again. Her core tightened as she shrieked her release, holding his cock snug and deep within her, but she had barely finished coming when he slipped out of her core, parted the cheeks of her ass, and pressed his cock into her tight, puckered hole.

  Chloe cried out, the pleasure mixing with the pain. It was a good sort of pain, the pain of taking his huge cock into her virgin asshole mixed with the sudden, crushing pleasure of his erection filling her up. The slick juices of her pussy made the passage easier, and after he buried himself to the hilt he slapped her ass cheeks again, reveling in the ripples as they traveled over her body.

  “Yes, fuck yes,” he groaned. It didn't take him long. Two dozen urgent, driving strokes into her ass and he snarled, a harsh, feral sound, before bending over her body and biting her.

  His fangs sank into her skin and Chloe squealed as his cock erupted inside her, sending thick, hot bursts of cum deep into her ass. It felt so good, so hot and dirty and right. She strained back into him, meeting his stuttering hips with her own as he sucked blood from the shallow wound he'd made in her back. The venom of his bite spread through her, sending her flying, and Chloe writhed in tormented pleasure until he had emptied his load inside her.

  Finally he pulled out and released her hands from their binding. Bruised and bleeding, Chloe collapsed on the bed, not caring about the mess she was making. Cum leaked from her ass, getting all over the bedspread, but the power of her orgasm had been so huge that she just couldn't bring herself to give a fuck. She was high. She was floating. Worries? What worries? She had no worries. She was fucked, and it was good.

  The vampire rolled next to her, rubbing his hands over his face. Then he reached out and gathered her to him. Bonelessly she slid into his arms and let her head fall on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and she listened as their breathing slowed. Hers fell into a measurable pace. After a while, his stopped altogether.

  That was a little weird. But everyone had their quirks.

  The next thing she knew she was waking up. It was later, maybe an hour, maybe two. The vampire hadn't moved, but she had wrapped herself around his body, and he had drawn the blankets over them so that she was warm, and he was a non-objectionable temperature. It was sweet, in a way.

  “Hey,” she mumbled at him. Her eyes were heavy.

  “Yes?” he replied.

  She craned her head bac
k and looked up into his face. He was just as perfect and stunning as he had been when she had first seen him in the library. No morning-after surprises here.

  “Hey,” she said again. “I just want you to know, you're not so bad for a dead guy who feeds on the living to maintain his unholy and unnatural vitality.”

  He smiled. “Call me Gabriel.”

  “Okay,” she said. “Gabriel. And... thank you.”

  “My pleasure,” he said, and something about the way his lips caressed the word pleasure made her breath catch. Reaching out, he ran his hand through her hair, slowly letting the locks slide against his palm and through his fingers. “You know,” he said conversationally, “you never did scream my name...”

  Chloe stifled a grin, and the smile on his face grew wider, more wicked, and when he leaned in to kiss her it was slow and steady, giving her plenty of time to pull away.

  She didn't.

  Chapter Five

  Chloe awoke just long enough the next morning to call in sick to work before burrowing back into bed. By the time she woke up again, finally recovering from all the blood loss, the previous night seemed like a dream.

  It hadn't been a dream. At least, she didn't think so. James' things were gone. The apartment was hers again. Also there was a dead guy in her closet.

  She was almost one hundred percent certain it wasn't James. Therefore it was probably Gabriel. She wished she could have woken up in his arms and had another 'diverting' time with him, but it all that had probably been a one-time thing. She was happy with that. She'd had her break-up, and now she'd had her rebound one-night-stand. Today it was time to start putting her life back together, patching the cracks three years of lost time had left behind.

  It was surprisingly easy to do. First, she took a shower. She washed the cum and blood from her body, though strangely it hadn't made her feel unclean. It had been almost... natural. Then she dried off and dressed, did her make up, then cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom.

  Afterward, when everything was sparkling clean, she went out and got her nails done. Then she had sushi by herself while she read a book on the French Resistance she'd been meaning to get to. She hopped in her car and drove to the nearest town with a bookstore and stayed there for hours, browsing the shelves and sipping coffee. When she at last came home, she found Gabriel lounging on her couch flipping through television channels. He watched the flashing images with intense interest.

  “Are you going to leave?” Chloe asked, tossing her purse onto the counter top and pulling her coat off.

  “Quite soon,” Gabriel said. “I would have been gone already, but thought it uncouth to leave without saying goodbye.”

  Chloe smiled at him. “Well. Thanks. I hope you find whoever it is you're looking for.”

  “The faithless friends who betrayed me? Yes, I hope I find them, too.” A slow, malicious smile spread across his face. “I am happy to say that the advance of technology has left very little place for them to hide. Or perhaps they never thought I would be freed.”

  “Yeah... how were you freed, exactly?” That had been preying on her mind.

  Gabriel switched the television off and stood. “Renovations,” he said. “A very old building on campus. I was buried beneath it.”

  Chloe snapped her fingers. “The Maitland House!” Mystery solved. The old mansion sitting on college property had been there since the early nineteen hundreds. For the past fifty years it had been a dormitory, and it was closed for the next year for foundation repairs.

  He gave her an amused look. “I don't much care what it is called, but yes. I was interred in its foundations. Recent construction work allowed me to escape. And now I must go. Thank you, Chloe, for your invaluable assistance in my transition from ground to surface.”

  Chloe blushed. “It was nothing. All I did was give you blood and, um...”

  Gabriel smiled. “Yes. Um. For a vampire, blood and sex are intimately entwined. Your energy has rejuvenated me. I am grateful.”

  She smiled back at him. “Well, I'm grateful, too. You really helped me a lot.”

  He nodded. “Yes.” Reaching down, he picked up his stolen coat and shrugged it on. Then he flowed across the room, put his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her sweetly on the lips. It was brief and cool, but her body responded all the same. Chloe sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into the caress of his mouth.

  When she opened her eyes again, he was gone, only the swirl of a curtain over the open window hinting at his passage.

  Chloe sighed, crossed the room, and closed it before going to bed.

  One week later Chloe found Gabriel's lifeless body in her closet once more.

  She hadn't expected to ever see him again, so the sudden appearance of a corpse blocking her row of shoes made her jump and give out a tiny scream before she realized what was happening. Then she had to stand in the doorway for a moment, steeling herself, before stepping forward and giving him a nudge with her toe.

  “Gabriel?” she said.

  He didn't move. He seemed dead. That made total sense, but still. Chloe gingerly moved him aside and grabbed her shoes and went to work.

  When she returned, he was in her living room, watching TV again, but he turned it off immediately and stood when she entered the apartment.

  “Good evening, Chloe,” he said. His voice was stiff and formal, but the quick flutter of his gaze over her body told her he was not immune to the memories of their couplings.

  Fighting down a blush, Chloe nodded back. “Hello, Gabriel. What brings you here?”

  “You are in grave danger,” Gabriel said.

  Chloe blinked at him. “Am I?” she said. “I thought I was safe here. Vampires need an invitation.”

  A faint smile crossed his face, though it lacked humor. “Yes,” he said, “but other creatures do not.”

  Ooh. Chloe wasn't sure she liked the sound of that at all. “What do you mean, other creatures?”

  “Werewolves, for one. Ghouls. Fae. Various creepy crawlies.” He wiggled his fingers like spiders. “That sort of thing.”

  “And I should be scared of them... because...?”

  He shrugged. “Who knows when one of them might come calling?”

  Chloe dropped her purse and crossed her arms. “I beg your pardon? Why would they do something like that?”

  Gabriel closed his eyes briefly and ran his hand through his hair. “Oh,” he said, “I don't know. It might have something to do with the fact that the coven who betrayed me and interred me in the foundations of a grand plantation house is now running an appreciable chunk of the world with their power, money and influence. The factions we warred with a hundred years ago are now conquered and subject to their whims, employed as lackeys or mercenaries. It might have something to do with the fact that I murdered one of them last night and needed a safe place to hide. Your apartment was a safe place, though not, I fear, any longer. They will trace me here and those unbound by the laws of hospitality will be able to enter without an invitation unless you take steps to fortify it against their invasion. Is that explanation clear enough for you?”

  Chloe stared at him. She might have punched him if she wasn't afraid that it would be either completely ineffective or that he might like it. “So what you're saying is that you've managed to find the fiends responsible for burying you beneath a building for a hundred years, and you killed one of them and they are now on your tail and now that you have showed up here to go to ground you have put me in 'grave danger'?” She took a deep breath. “Is that about right?”

  Gabriel pursed his lips. “Yes,” he said after going over her assessment in his head. “That is an accurate summation of the circumstances.” He walked to the window through which he had first taken his leave and opened it. He turned back to her and held out his hand. “But my name still holds sway in this land. There are those who will help us, and who will fortify this abode. You will not be in any danger come the morning, but only if we leave.” He lifted his head and sniffe
d the cool breeze drifting in through the window. “Right now.”

  Chloe stared at him for a moment and she realized that her tiny sheltered life had been thoroughly and irrevocably shattered. No more happy nights watching TV with her fiance. No more silly gab sessions at the nail salon with her best friend. A whole world of danger bloomed around her, and all because of one maddeningly sexy vampire who just couldn't leave her alone after their first chance encounter. He hadn't been content to drink her blood, oh no, he had to fuck her good and leave her dreaming of him and then use her home as a safe house.

  So why did she want to go with him?

  He twitched his outstretched hand. “Chloe,” he said. “Please. Let me protect you.” His burning gaze told her he wanted to do more than that.

  She shouldn't do it. Rebound relationships never worked.

  Chloe put her hand in his. He drew her to the window, pulled her up onto the sill with him and away they flew.

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  Ava Lore was raised by wombats and lives to corrupt the innocent. When she's not writing

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