Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy(24)

“Slow and easy, baby girl. Open to me.”

The pressure grew as he pushed into my tightest sleeve. His gentle penetration forced a steady yielding from my body, and I gradually enclosed his silken steel. The seldom-used flesh burned as it gave way to the intruder. I whimpered, willing my body to get past the stretch, to find the pleasure this kind of play always brought me.





And there it was, that slow blooming of carnal delight, suffusing my nether regions and overcoming the low ache of his possession. Once again I found myself edging towards gratification.

“Are you all right, Brandilynn?” Dan heaved for breath now, no doubt closing on his own peak.

“More, Sir. I want more,” I groaned. Brave because he didn’t know the rules of domination and submission nor that I was breaking them, I pushed backward to greedily take him in.

A hiss of pleasure warned me I had taxed his ability to be cautious, and he pressed into me harder, forcing all of himself in. Pain and desire fought an excruciating battle for a few moments. I gasped, automatically breathing hard because that’s what one did at moments such as these, dead or not. My fists clenched the bedding, and I forced all my tension into them.

After a few seconds, desire won the intense scuffle, and I moaned with renewed bliss. Relaxing into Dan’s perfect possession, I moved against him, slowly, slowly, slowly until he took over. His groans were musical to my ears, and my passion rose with the sounds of his pleasure.

“Not too much longer, babe. Most girls won’t do this, so I’m a little out of practice,” he grunted. “I want to see if I can take you with me.”

He bent over me, his arm wrapping around. His fingers seized my clitoris and rubbed it gently as he rode me faster and harder. I loosed a happy wail as sparks flew from his knowledgeable fingers to set a blaze deep inside me. I gushed honey over his working digits.

“That’s it,” he gasped. I could feel how he strained against using me too hard, holding back so I wouldn’t be hurt. “Here it comes, Brandilynn. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”

Hearing him nearing the pinnacle of ecstasy, knowing I was the impetus to his pleasure, brought me close to my own realization. My guts spasmed, a warning shot fired just before the volley of sensation battered me, taking me down so that I screamed into the soft bed linens. With a loud groan, Dan tensed behind me, and his cock jerked hard. He groaned again, muttering my name in his rough voice. The sound of it warmed me as I rode waves of bliss.

After a few gorgeous moments of toe-curling delight, Dan pulled free and crashed next to me on the bed. He dragged me close to snuggle next to him. I burrowed my cheek in the hollow of his shoulder, enjoying his strength without losing myself in it. I had definitely enjoyed our playtime.

Had I been alive, I would have wanted to settle into a doze. Here, I remained wide awake. No need to sleep. I found myself missing the lazy warmth of drifting off in the arms of my lover after satisfying sex.

Dan sighed. Perhaps he missed it too. But if he did, he didn’t comment on it. What he said was, “The vampires will finish feeding soon. Tristan will want to speak to you once he’s ready to see to business.”





“Does that mean it’s time to go?” Awake or not, I was in no hurry to see Tristan in his full vampire glory. I shuddered.

“Afraid so, baby girl.” Dan sat up and swung his feet to the floor. When he stood, he was fully dressed again. “Let’s go find you a body.”

“Eww,” I complained, reluctantly rising and draping myself with the pretty flapper dress again. Having Dan in my ghostly excuse of a body was fun. Being in someone else’s body didn’t sound nearly as enjoyable.





Chapter Five





We went back to the lobby, and Dan led me to the middle of the room where the psychic Lana spoke to a small, well-padded Hispanic woman. Both wore casual blouses, jeans and sneakers. They held lit flashlights, the beams unimportant in the well-lit room. They looked terribly out of place in the opulent surroundings.

As we approached, Lana straightened. “I feel her, Isabella.”

Isabella’s cherubic face lit in a gentle smile. Staring out in front of herself, she spoke in a softly accented voice. “Hello, Brandilynn. I am so very sorry for your death. You are welcome to use this body to find your killer.”

I warmed at her kind tone, but at the same time … double eww. I rubbed my palms against my skirt, wondering how on earth I could be dead and sweating.

Dan tugged me closer. “This is Isabella. She’ll be your channel.”

I bit my lip. “What exactly am I going to be doing?”

Isabella smiled at no one. “I will begin now.”