What’s a Ghoul To Do?
a Fangly, My Dear
novella by Mardi Ballou
an excerpt. Enjoy!
“Can I get you a drink?”
A gallon of ice water might be a good start.
“We really need to finish the questionnaire,” she murmured. “And it’s getting
late. I have to get home.”
He got right in her face. “What’s your first question?”
It’s about the questionnaire. She swallowed hard. “What is your most important
Instead of answering, he kissed her. His lips, full and well-formed, brushed
across hers with unexpected tenderness. The element of surprise caught her
off-guard and intrigued her. Though she should have known better, she pressed
her lips back to his, which evidently was all the invitation he needed to
begin a deep plunder of her mouth.
His powerful arms drew her to him as their mouths tangled. Was that his heartbeat
or hers? In his embrace, she lost track of boundaries. He felt so strong,
so sheltering, as she burrowed in his embrace. Her legs pressed against his,
which he’d splayed in an effort to diminish the difference in their heights.
She stood on her toes to reach up to him, but he still had to tilt his face
He ground his erection against the sensitive area of her lower belly and
groin. She wanted to have him in her hot, wet pussy. She’d creamed so much
already, the silk of her panties bunched up into her folds like a tease.
She needed to feel him there, to wrap her legs around him and have him plunge
his dick deep into her. Shivering with excitement and anticipation, she surrendered
to the moment and the man.
Lips still latched to hers, he began to massage her back. The erotic friction
of his hands on her, kneading her muscles and rubbing her, brought her to
the edge of an orgasm. A hair trigger away from becoming a screaming meltdown,
she imagined herself on a speeding train, out of control on lightning tracks.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered when they broke apart. Though her head
told her he’d said the same words to many women and would say them to many
more, they lodged in her heart and took root. He found her beautiful. He
wanted her. Right now, it didn’t matter what had come before or what would
come afterward. For this moment, she was beautiful to him. She would cherish
his words always.
For a moment, she tried to find a way to tell him to stop what was inevitable
between them. Before she took him into herself, her rational voice chided,
she still could hold something back. Once they became intimate, she would
She didn’t care if she stayed lost forever. At this moment, she was ready
to toss everything aside but the burning need for them to be together. He
wanted her—completely, passionately, all the ways she’d always dreamed of
being wanted. She could read his heart and soul with a startling clarity,
each desire lit up with the light of absolute understanding. And she matched
him in ardor. More than anything in the universe, she longed to expend her
passion, her desire, on this man.
“I want to make love with you.” His whispered words penetrated her soul.
Hand in hand, the two of them ran to his bedroom. His king-size bed beckoned.
In moments, he’d tossed back the blue and beige quilt to reveal pale blue
cotton sheets. He tore off his clothes, then drank her in with his eyes as
she gave up on a sexy strip and got naked.
Usually, she felt shy about being naked with anyone, but tonight was different.
With Rafe she had the strangest desire to display herself with pride, to
offer herself. The way he devoured her body with his gaze, Lilith could have
sworn he was responding to her whacko emotions. Under Rafe’s intense scrutiny,
she unfurled herself, opening like a blossom at last encountering sunlight.
His gaze warmed her. Though she didn’t make it a practice to jump into strange
beds, her leap into Rafe’s bed felt exactly right. Kind of like Goldilocks.
Oof. She wished her mind wouldn’t play such weird tricks on her.
“I want to savor your beauty with all my senses.” Rafe towered over her in
his naked glory. Impossibly, the man appeared even more gorgeous in the actual
flesh than she’d imagined. His body was the ideal. Not even Michelangelo
could have sculpted such magnificence. Lilith couldn’t decide what she wanted
to do more—look or touch. Not to mention taste and smell. Like a starving
woman invited to a rich one-time only banquet, she went into glutton mode
and prepared to feast.
“I must touch you, now,” he growled, climbing in alongside her.
Touching his skin set off electrical impulses within her. Before now, she’d
never realized how much pleasure could come from simple skin-to-skin contact.
Was it the wolf in Rafe that made him feel so different to her fingertips?
Realizing this magnificent creature, this total man, contained within him
a different nature took her breath away, exciting and terrifying her. She
was completely out of her depth. But more than breath itself, she craved
the erotic intimacy their being together promised.
“Lilith Graves, you are a very special, beautiful woman,” he murmured, tracing
the contours of her body with his fingertips.
She closed her eyes and focused her whole being on the moment. His masculine
scent -- pine and forest and something she couldn’t name but found appealing
-- made her head spin. She wanted to remember that scent always, to imprint
it within her so she could conjure it up, so she could summon up the sense
memory of being with him every day for the rest of her life.
His breath seared her as he nuzzled the space between her breasts. She always
felt self-conscious because she was bigger than most of the models in fashion
magazines. Though people always said men liked big breasts, she hadn’t found
that to be true -- until now. Rafe suckled one nipple with gusto while he
fondled the other and appeared not only to accept but to appreciate her as
she was. She moaned with pleasure in response to the way his hand and mouth
moved, the things he did to her with each movement and breath. Most of all,
she loved the way he savored her and awoke her to the wonders of her body.
She’d never before realized how sensitive her breasts were, or how direct
the connection was between her areolas and her clit.
“Mmm,” she murmured. Her fingers wove into Rafe’s thick black hair. With
his ear near her heart, Rafe had to be able to hear what he was doing to
her, how her heartbeat sped with arousal. His skin heated her everywhere
they touched, as if he wanted to share his inner fire with her.
Never one to remain passive, Lilith reached for Rafe’s flat, taut belly.
Her hand immediately encountered his huge pulsing erection and they both
moaned at the erotic contact. Rafe Graywolf was exceedingly well formed.
His cock felt like velvet skin over a marble core. He responded to her slightest
movement. With the thrusts of his hips and his deep growly moans, Rafe let
her know how much she pleasured him.
“You are one delicious lady,” he whispered. Using his talented tongue and
teeth, he began to nibble the sensitive flesh of her breasts. She shivered.
Moving with infinite slowness and deliberation, he began to work his way
down her aroused body with his teeth and lips.
2008 Mardi Ballou