Page 75 of Good Vampires Go to Heaven

He said a foul word as he arched up and moaned.

“Did that hurt?”

“Hurts so good,” he gasped out. “Do it again.”

She stroked him then, varying her hold on him and the pace of her movements. She didn’t know about him, but this wasn’t enough. They didn’t dare remove their clothing, though, for fear they would be called to action quickly.

Finally, he put a hand over hers and said, “Stop. I can’t ejaculate.”

She sat back on her knees and asked, “Why?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the long years of celibacy, and my cock doesn’t know how anymore.”

“Bull!” she said, and quoted him that old saying about never forgetting how to ride a bicycle.

“I think this is a little bit different,” he said, but he was smiling.

“Are you sure you didn’t take Viagra? Don’t they warn about four-hour erections or something?”

“No, Regina, I haven’t been popping any little blue pills. And I won’t be having a four-hour erection, either. I’ll go take a cold shower in a few minutes. There’s probably only cold water left anyhow.”

“Maybe the injuries from the barbed wire have made you permanently . . . um, impaired.”

“Maybe,” he said doubtfully. “If we were in a different place and had more privacy, I’d damn sure keep on trying but . . .” He shrugged again. “Don’t worry about it.”

Regina glanced at the watch on her wrist and pressed the button to light the dial. Nine o’clock. They’d been fooling around for an hour. “It’s another hour until your outside shift,” she told him.

“I don’t think I could fall asleep again. In truth, I don’t need—”

She interrupted him. “You know, Zeb, I can go from naked to fully dressed and armed in a minute. How about you?”

“Forty-five seconds.” He smiled when he realized her meaning.

She smiled back at him.

They were both bare-assed (and I mean that literally) naked within thirty seconds.

As time goes by . . .

This was not a good idea.

In the twenty-seven and a half seconds it took him to remove all his clothing, Zeb thought:

I could be jeopardizing my future as a vangel.

But she’s my wife . . . or as good as.

I didn’t think so before.

If I do this, will it be the same as giving my consent to a lifemate marriage?

Haven’t I already done that?

Yes, but reluctantly.

Am I suddenly not reluctant?

Definitely, when it comes to sex. Not so much when it comes to marriage.