Bed of the Dead by Louisa Bacio Page A

to escape after the mental tethers they’d placed on her. Finally, she arrived in the servants’ quarters in the back of the house where Seth waited. 
    While Nick was hard and wizened, Seth was soft and, after all his time of living with the vampires, still held onto his naiveté. In the glass-enclosed room, his olive-toned skin stood out against the cheerily painted yellow walls in the waning moonlight. Chloe loved his surfer-boy features, his light brown hair with streaks of blond that hung over his haunted eyes, and even more so, she adored his humanity. With each body, each little “slip-up” he had to dispose of, Seth sobbed. He hated disrespecting the dead. Unlike her, he didn’t search out the caresses of the undead. Instead, his beauty lured them. And it was that beauty and depth of the human spirit that Chloe longed to capture for herself. 
    When Chloe arrived at Nick’s Adventure Palace, or so the master-of-the-house liked to call it, Seth had already been an established resident. She didn’t quite know how long Seth had lived in the condo or what brought him there originally; she figured she would hear the tale someday. Not only did Seth take Chloe under his proverbial wing, he also brought her into his bed. 
    As soon as he saw her, Seth took her hand and led her to what they thought of as their bed. He removed her robe, and she stretched out, her body offering a sigh of relief and in anticipation of his touch. The soft cotton sheets added a comfort that Chloe desired. Seth headed toward the bathroom and returned with a fluffy blue washcloth and basin of hot water. She stretched her nude body out on the bed and wantonly spread her legs apart. Seth dipped the towel into the cleansing water and then ran the tantalizing fabric across her body. He wiped away the bite marks on her neck, the tender confines of the fleshy part of her arms, her inner thighs. Nick liked to eat on the plump parts of the body. Each caress wiped away a touch from Nicholas and Chloe’s mind left the restrictions of the lair upstairs and focused on the attention of her other lover.
    Seth rubbed the material over the folds of her sex, creating a slowly building friction. Chloe closed her eyes as the sensations began to overtake her body. This caring, this touch, this was what she longer for: the love of another. Not the cold hard fucking of two bodies. 
    Although Seth was, in essence, wiping the juices from another from her nether regions, Chloe found herself growing wetter and wetter. “No more games Seth,” she said. “I need you.” And Seth was more than happy to oblige.
    He stretched out next to her, his body pressing against hers, increasing the heat between them. As Seth’s hand grazed up her body, the chill of anticipation followed his every move. She wanted a release in a different way. She needed to be free of the bondage of the undead, and at the same time her body yearned for the freedom from her tightly wound libido.
    Although she’d been filled every which way, she hadn’t been satisfied.
    “I need you to make love to me,” she said. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
    “As you wish,” Seth whispered into her ear, knowing that Princess Bride was one of her favorite films.
    As Seth entered her, the curves of his cock molded to the contours of her pussy. They melded together, two bodies feeling the shapes of another and merging. Chloe sighed as the light weight of Seth’s body moved in motion with hers. Perfect unity. He dipped down, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and never breaking the rhythm of their lovemaking. Maybe they could escape together, Chloe thought. Maybe they could have a life together outside of this co-op of the dreaded undead.
    A gust of coldness encompassed her nipple as Seth’s mouth left its tip, and then focused on the other. In place of his lips, fingertips tantalized her neglected breast, slightly twirling the tip of her nipple. Rivets of sensation cut through