I heard some shuffling around and some laughing. My gut tightened. Me and my big mouth could potentially land me in whack-off Hell.
“Are you ready?” I inquired. If I was capable of sweating, I’d be in a pool of water at the moment. My pride and my sex life were on the line.
“Yes,” two identical voices answered in unison.
Again. Shit.
Slowly I turned around and stared at them. The resemblance was uncanny and alarming. They were completely identical—almost. My grin of relief came with an audible grunt of satisfaction. I pointed at the real Raquel. Not even for a moment did I not know who she was. I’d recognize her till the end of time.
“How did you know?” she squealed in disbelief. “You didn’t even have to think about it.”
“He knew because you’ve shared blood,” Jean Paul said as he took back his own form.
It was stunning in its simplicity. In the blink of an eye he was a different person—no fan fare or magical glitter. Truly a chameleon.
Amazing.
“Plus, my guess is that Heathcliff would know you anywhere, my sister,” Jean Paul added as he strode across the room to make his exit.
“You knew he would guess correctly?” she asked her brother incredulously.
“Yep,” he said as he picked up his pace to leave.
“You threw me under the bus,” she accused with a laugh.
“This is true, but I felt sorry for the poor sap after the fun we’ve had with him. Giving him back his panty privileges was the very least I could do,” he called over his shoulder as he sprinted the rest of the way out of the room and down the hall.
“I like your brother.”
“You would,” she said as she eyed me warily.
I circled her like a lion stalks its prey. She stood her ground and watched me with undisguised interest.
“We have a half an hour before your father and Pam arrive. I won the bet. Hand over your panties,” I instructed.
“I can’t,” she replied with a smirk and a shrug.
“Welching on a bet, Red?”
“No, Heathcliff. I’m not wearing any panties. Therefore, it stands to reason I can’t give them to you.”
Faster than a human eye could follow, I pinned her body to the couch with my own. Her sexy ass was pressed against the very hard evidence of my desire for her. I was in the gateway of Heaven. Now it was time to cross the threshold.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to pat you down to verify the veracity of your statement, ma’am,” I whispered in her ear as I tamped back the need to tear her dress from her body.
“Is that legal, officer?” Raquel giggled and let her head fall back on my chest giving me better access to her slender neck.
“Absolutely not. However, I enjoy living dangerously.”
“This is inappropriate behavior. I have a very jealous mate who will happily tear you from limb to limb for even looking at me,” she informed me trying not to laugh.
“He sounds like a brilliant man. However, he’s not here and I plan take what I want,” I told her as I slid my hands purposely down her body.
Her nipples pebbled beneath my palms and her soft moan was music to my ears. “Raise your hands and put them behind your head,” I instructed gruffly.
“Is this normal police procedure?” she inquired as she slowly raised her arms and seductively placed them behind her head.
“Yes. Yes it is,” I told her as my fingers skimmed her flat stomach and toyed with the hem of her dress.
The material was silky, but nowhere near as soft as her skin. Raquel’s low hiss of desire made all thoughts of the game disappear. I was not a policeman, I was a deadly Vampyre who had just mated with the love of my life and being inside her was my only mission—or to put it more accurately, my obsession.
“We don’t have much time,” she insisted as she helped me along by raising her dress up over her hips, proving without a doubt that she was definitely panty-less.
“Holy Hell,” I muttered harshly as I took the perfect round globes of her ass in my greedy hands and squeezed.
My right hand snaked around to the front of her body and I pressed my fingers into her tight wetness. So fucking hot. So fucking beautiful.
“I’d like to make love to you after I’ve made you come at least four times,” I ground out through clenched teeth as I tried to rein in my inner caveman.
“I already came once while you were talking,” she said frantically.
She rocked against my hand with wild abandon and I made sure to send her over the edge once more. Her muffled scream against the pillows was so damn hot I almost came myself.
“We don’t have that much time. Are you willing to take a rain check on the other two pre-sex orgasms?” I was desperate to be inside her.
“Are you willing to fuck me over the couch until I can’t see straight?” Raquel challenged as she yanked her dress over her head.
“I can make that happen,” I told her as I undid my belt and jerked my pants down in a shaky movement.
At the moment I was lucky I could do anything seeing as all the blood from my brain had traveled to my dick. She was so goddamned gorgeous and so goddamned mine. Raquel leaned over the arm of the couch, turned her head over her shoulder and gave me a smile that went straight to my balls. Her wild red curls framed her face and her eyes sparkled green with desire.
All bets were off as far as controlling myself. Taking her hips in my hands, I spread her legs apart as far as they would go with my knee. The need to make her mine made coherent thought and polite behavior impossible.