Undead and Unappreciated by MaryJanice Davidson

were busy below my waist, tearing through my clothes to give himself access, and I couldn’t resist and bit him. He stiffened above me, and I nearly groaned as his warm sweet/salty blood filled my mouth. His hands moved faster, the tearing got louder, and then he was shoving his way inside me, filling me up, and I rose to meet him and then pulled back from his neck.
    I licked his throat, and he seized me by the hair, jerked my head to one side, and sank his fangs into my neck. His rough urgency shoved me over into orgasm, and I brought my knees up and met him thrust for thrust. I had another one and was trying for big number three when he shuddered and his head dropped to my shoulder.
    â€œSo,” I said after a moment, “you’re gonna need a new coat.”
    He laughed. “Among other things.”
    I stuck out my arm and looked at my watch over his shoulder. “Well, we’ve got about an hour until the sun comes up. I was gonna run down to Scratch, but I guess I could do that tomorrow.”
    â€œIs it time for the tiresome small talk?”
    â€œI was thinking it was time for the oral sex.”
    He rolled off me, jumped to his feet, picked me up in his arms, and galloped to my room.

Chapter 12
    â€œD are I ask what prompted this change of heart?” he asked after slamming the door shut with his heel and dumping me in the middle of the bed.
    â€œIt’s boring,” I replied, removing the shreds of my clothes. “Besides, you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the crotch.”
    â€œA cliché that should be cross-stitched onto a sampler, no doubt.” He was hopping on one foot as he frantically tried to remove his shoe, and I laughed at the sight.
    I had a thought, there in my head and almost gone, but I groped for it and got it. I wondered why I hadn’t been able to read Sinclair’s mind during sex, as I had always been able to do so before.
    Well, my head had been a lot emptier before. There was room for him in there while we were boning away. But there wasn’t room for him anymore. That was all right with me, though. A lot of things were going to be different from now on.
    Finally he was rid of the stupid things and joined me on the bed. “I am glad you’re here,” he told me. “I’ve waited a long time.”
    â€œLover, the waiting’s over. I think it’s safe to say I’m finally in a position to appreciate all your excellent qualities.”
    And speaking of positions, we sixty-nined for a while—the cool thing about being a vampire? You don’t need to stop to catch your breath. He was all the way down my throat and it didn’t bother me a bit. We’d have to find someone to come in and fix the headboard, though…it was cracked right down the middle. One of us had kicked it—well, at one point we’d both kicked it.
    After a while I climbed on top of him (Heigh-ho Silver, awaaaaay!) and was happily bouncing my way toward yet another orgasm when I heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the drive.
    â€œWho’s that?” I asked, looking at my watch again. Hmm. Fifteen minutes until sunrise. Vampire?
    â€œTina,” he groaned. “Do you think you could focus on the matter at hand, darling?”
    Tina! Little Miss “You’re the Queen but Sinclair’s my boy” backstabber. So quick with the “Your Majesty” routine and so quick to sabotage me, leave me in the dark, do anything she could, every damn time, to make sure Sinclair came out on top.
    I needed him; I sure as shit didn’t need her. She was old—the oldest vampire I knew—and she was dangerous.
    I had to get rid of her.
    I dismounted and groped for my robe, which was hanging off the door to the master bath. No time to get properly dressed; I wanted to take care of this now .
    â€œElizabeth!” Sinclair sounded equal parts aggrieved and surprised. “Do you have an appointment