Page 80 of Good Vampires Go to Heaven

She was no longer listening to him as she felt him shove her panties to the side, undo the buttons on his own jeans and shrug them down just enough so that he could enter her. She made a keening sound of pure pleasure, especially when he pressed a thumb down to the place where they were joined, causing a hair-trigger orgasm to explode from that special spot, shooting out like sparks to her whole body. At the same time, her inner muscles clutched Zeb’s already thrusting erection.

“So good, so good, so good . . .” he kept moaning against her ear.

Good didn’t begin to describe the sensations that were flowing over her body in waves. If he hadn’t been holding her up with his hands under her butt and if her shoulders weren’t pressed against the door, her knees would have surely given way.

When he had himself embedded inside her to the hilt, and came to completion, ejaculating into her body, he rubbed his pubic bone against hers, and she climaxed again, even more explosively.

Did I mention he is a talented fellow?

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” Zeb teased.

“Do you have to ask?’

“Back to being snarky, are you?” He nipped at her neck, and she felt a thrill . . . even after all the thrills she’d already experienced . . . as his fangs pressed but didn’t quite pierce her skin.

He lowered her to the floor then, and her knees did, in fact, buckle. He caught her just in time.

They were both adjusting their clothing when they heard a buzzing noise. Looking around, they were unable to locate the source of the noise until Regina felt a vibration against her butt.

She glanced up at Zeb with dismay as she pulled the cell phone out, and realized that the device was on. Putting it on speaker phone, she heard laughter.

She must have butt dialed someone while being thrust against the door.

Then Jogeir said, “A rain aphrodisiac, Regina? Ha, ha, ha.”

And Vikar joined in with, “Eye of the tiger, Zeb? Or was that cock of the tiger? Ha, ha, ha.”

They would be the laughingstock of all the vangels.

They worked well together, and did other things well, too . . .

Zeb felt as if he was twiddling his thumbs in Nigeria while he would rather be going after the big guns in Lucipiredom . . . those remaining anyhow. Yes, he had been instrumental in killing Yakov in Greece, and apparently Mordr and Svein had taken care of Red Tess in the United States. Two down! There were still Ganbold in the Middle East, Harek in Siberia, Hector in Rome, and of course, Jasper, back at Horror.

It’s not that he didn’t understand the importance of the Nigerian mission for the SEALs. But, having been forced to participate in unimaginable evils over the centuries, he had a personal dog in the fight to bring the leaders down. And that dog was in the far north, about thirty-five hundred miles from here, as the bird (or the angel) flies.

Ah, well, the sooner they completed the job here, the sooner they could move on. After settling things in Greece, Zeb and Regina, with their remaining vangels, had teletransported to the Sambosa Forest in Nigeria. They’d joined up with Trond, Nicole, and Camille, who were with the Navy SEALs fighting Boko Haram, who had once again kidnapped a contingent of young girls. Unlike the past where the terrorists kept or sold the girls as sex slaves, this time they were executing them one by one for no reason other than to set an example. In other words, depravity.

It wasn’t the first time Trond and the SEALs had come to this region to target these particular terrorists, but this execution crap was a new twist on wickedness, and the Lucipires clearly had a hand in manipulating the bad guys into being even badder. The SEALs were determined to wipe them out this time, which was probably an unreachable goal, at least in the short term.

While the SEALs dealt with the terrorists, or tangos as the special forces referred to bad guys, Zeb and Regina had led their troop of forty or so vangels to join with Trond’s vangels, to clean out the Lucipires. Simple as that, especially since there was no major haakai leader in command here at the moment. Unlike other missions, the vangels were not to try saving those sinners who might have a last ditch wish to repent.

Twenty more Lucipires were now residing in Hell, in addition to the sixty already decimated by Trond. Small numbers when compared to the frightening four thousand demons Michael had mentioned to them.

Sometime during this particular mission, Zeb had come to a realization, which was both alarming and gratifying at the same time. He and Regina made good fighting partners. He, who had always worked best alone, watched her back, and, amazingly, she watched his back, as well, and did a damned good job of it.

Once, he’d been engaged with a huge mung Lucipire, sword to sword, when he slipped in some slime, and ended up in a bear hug . . . rather demon hug. Ugh! Regina had aimed one of her longer knives at the beast’s back, and the blade went straight through to its heart. Zeb had landed on top of the creature as it already began to dissolve. Laughing, he’d saluted Regina, and the witch had saluted him back.

Another time, Regina had been backed up against a tree, the semiautomatic revolver at her feet, the clip apparently depleted of bullets. She’d had only one knife in her hand. The question had been, which of the three Lucipires in humanoid form surrounding her, would she target.

One of them, he’d recognized. Claude Bouclet, a French nobleman who had been a pal of the Marquis de Sade. He’d been taunting her with what he would do to her back at Horror, while his buddies enjoyed the show.

And Regina, bless her witchy soul, had been trying to ignore his taunts by waggling the fingers of her free hand at them all and tossing out curses at their manparts.

“I will keep you chained in my dungeon for years. Naked, of course,” Claude had said. “You will serve me and any man or beast I bring to you.”

“Abracadabra, mud of a bog. Screw you, demon, turn into a frog.”

The three Lucipires had laughed. It had been a rather pitiful curse.