“You’re a sex addict.” I grinned and whipped my shirt over my head.
“I’m your sex addict,” he shot, back removing his pants and boxer briefs since he was already shirtless. I was stunned motionless. How had I forgotten how beautiful he was? Perfect.
“Pants need to go,” he said, sliding them and my panties down my legs. “Stand up,” he commanded gruffly. I stepped back and let him look. He reverently placed his lips on my still flat stomach and bathed it in sweet kisses. “So gorgeous. So beautiful. Mine.”#p#分页标题#e#
With Vampyre speed he put me underneath him. His lips and hands were everywhere and I shuddered in anticipation. His fangs scraped my breasts and my hips bucked involuntarily. His erection pressed into my belly and I moaned.
“No foreplay, Ethan. Please, I need you now.”
The sexy sound he made set my lower regions on fire. I was wet and so ready. My head spun as he trailed his mouth from mine to the place on my neck that made me senseless.
“Now,” I hissed, spreading my legs and wrapping them around him.
“I aim to please,” he growled, lifting my ass with his strong hands.
“Excuse me, kids, I know this might be a bad time and all . . . ”
WTF? Grandpa?
“Oh my God,” I shrieked and rolled out from under Ethan. Wrapping a sheet over my naked body and putting a pillow over Ethan’s privates I glared at my grandfather. “Grandpa, get out!”
“Right. Of course. I’ll meet you in the living room,” he said, giving Ethan the thumbs up and winking at me.
“Who was that?” Ethan demanded, frustrated and pissed. “And how in the hell did he get in here?”
“My grandpa, and I have no clue. I cloaked the house and locked the doors. Shit,” I groaned, looking at my still fully erect mate. “We’re going to have to get back to this later.” I ran my hand lightly over his ragingly hard erection and damned my grandfather to Hell. I laughed as I realized how redundant that was.
“You think this is funny? I’m not sure I can walk. And if you touch me again,” he threatened, “I don’t care if all of Hell is out there. I’m going to fuck my wife.”
“I like when you say that.” I giggled and grabbed my clothes.
“Which part?” he asked as he retrieved his torn pants and pulled them on.
“Um . . . all of it, but especially the wife part.”
“You are my wife and my mate and everything that matters to me. Always,” he said, pulling me into his strong arms and kissing me thoroughly.
“Oh, Ethan,” I gasped and pulled back. “We had all the history of Hell wrong.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Too long to tell you everything now, but my dad, Abbadon, was not in charge. He was Satan’s mentally imbalanced brother. He lied to your father.”
“Are you quite sure?”
“Very. Apparently he was a loose cannon and everyone, including Satan, is delighted that he’s gone.”
“That explains the Uncle Satan thing,” Ethan mused, still mulling over the fact that his race had believed what turned out to be fiction for hundreds of years. “Does God exist?”
“Yep. He’s Satan’s brother and he’s good and lives in Heaven. Oh, and Heaven is not up above, it’s just a different plane. Just like Hell isn’t below . . . different plane. We share the same sun, moon and stars.”
“You’re making me dizzy,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Trust me, I know. Totally screwed up, but I didn’t want you sounding like an idiot out there.”
“Why thank you,” he said sarcastically. I realized it was going to take him hundreds of years to get used to me not kissing his ass.
“No problem, sexy. Now come meet my certifiable grandpa.”
Chapter 15
“You’re a fucking Sprite,” Ethan bellowed in disbelief. That certainly wasn’t the best first line when you meet your mate’s extended family . . .
“Um . . . Ethan,” I stepped in front of him just in case he decided to punctuate his anger with a little magic or a fist. I knew my grandpa was a True Immortal and I had no clue if that came with extra super powers. I just got my mate back and I was taking no chances. “He’s a Sprite and a Demon. He’s the one who helped me at my mother’s memorial service.”
“How did he help you?”
“He gave me the clue about how to kill her,” I told him. This seemed to calm him down a little bit . . .
“Have you grabbed her ass?” Ethan demanded of my grandpa, who was highly amused by all of this.
“Most certainly not,” he huffed. “I am far too busy avoiding my shrew of a wife to be grabbing anyone’s ass. And I would never grab my granddaughter’s ass. Ever.”