Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 (16 page)

“How would I make him say anything?”

“Darc is right. They may be big, bad vampires, but
they’re vulnerable too. Our guys are especially so. They’re macho men. They
think they have to keep those emotions deep inside—hidden. They don’t like
being weak.”

Darcy nodded sagely. “Yeah, they think love makes them
weak. Until you do something to really shake them up.”

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s this little thing I tried on Quentin.
He’ll do anything I say if I use it on him.”

“Anything?” Emmy leaned closer.

“What do you do?” Lily asked.

“They are macho men, and very nervous about anything
that they can’t control.”

“Are we talking about a sexual act?” Lily’s body
alerted. Good Lord, just the thought of sex had her wet!

“Come on, Darc! Out with it.” Emmy squirmed with
excitement.

“Well,” Darcy glanced nervously over her shoulder then
leaned across the table. “I put my finger inside him. He says he hates it, but
when I do it he shivers all over.”

Emmy screeched with laughter. “You finger-fuck him—in
the ass? Oooh, Dylan would never let me—”

“Exactly.”

Emmy and Darcy turned to Lily. She realized her mouth
was still hanging open and shut it. “No way he’ll let me do that.” She bit her
lower lip. “So how did you work your way around to doing that?”

* * * * *

Dylan and Joe turned from the monitor to stare at
Quentin whose face had blushed a fiery red.

“Ballocks!”

Joe enjoyed the other vamp’s discomfort immensely.

“So that’s what all the bellowing is about.” Dylan
grinned with delight. “ Quentin, I’ve known you for a hundred years, I don’t
think I’ve ever seen you turn quite that shade of red.”

Quentin’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You are never to
mention it again.”

“What do you think, Joe? Will Lily get up the nerve to
give you a poke? Will you let her?”

“Fuck no!” He shuddered at the thought.

“Dylan, are you going to tell the women about the
surveillance cameras in the kitchen?” Quentin asked, a very unsubtle change of
topic.

“Nope. How will we ever know what they’re plotting?”

“Have to keep a few steps ahead of those three,” Joe
agreed.

“Looks like you still have some work ahead of you to
convince your little lovebird to hang around,” Quentin said.

“Yeah, it does.” Joe took a deep breath. “And now’s as
good a time as any.”

“Let’s get the women to bed before they hatch any more
plots,” Dylan murmured.

* * * * *

The door to the kitchen slammed open and Joe stalked
inside. By the look on his face, he had a bone to chew. Lily stood and circled
to far side of the table.

“Hi Joe,” Emmy chimed. “He looks mad—or horny as hell,
doesn’t he, Darcy?”

“I’d say he looks mostly pissed,” she said grinning.
Her smile slipped when the other two vamps entered the room. “He’s not the only
one.”

“Why don’t you join us?” Emmy asked innocently. “We
were just talking about…things.”

Lily didn’t like the way Joe’s eyes narrowed, nor did
she like the grim smile curving his lips. She feinted right, intending to make
a getaway through the kitchen door, but Joe was on her in a second. With an
effortless heave, he lifted her over his shoulder.

“Joe, put me down!”

He headed for the door.

“Remember the finger thing!” Emmy called after her.

Joe swatted her bottom. “Forget the finger thing.”

“Emmy I think they knoooow!”

* * * * *

Once again, Lily felt the raspy stroke of her vampire’s
tongue against her most intimate flesh.

She held her breath, trying to decide whether she
should let him know she was awake. But his tongue took the choice from her,
stabbing deep within her pussy to circle her inner walls, a delicious scraping
against tissue already super-heated and swollen from hours of lovemaking.

She moaned and pressed her mound closer to his wicked
mouth. She opened her eyes and stared down her body, shocked to discover her
thighs draped over his shoulders, his arms wrapped around them. His hands burrowed
between her legs to hold her lips apart. He lowered his head and his mouth ate
at her delicate folds.

He’d tilted the lampshade to direct light in a long
halo across their bed. Lamplight bathed their bodies. The sight of his dark
hair and latte-colored face between her white thighs triggered a primal
response. His male animal appealed to the wanton core at her soul.

The intimacy of his act, with her legs spread wide and
his mouth sucking where few men had ever wandered, shook her. A wave of tender
longing caused her a moment’s panic.
Keep it light!

“Do you always raid the leftovers in the middle of the
night?” she asked.

Joe caressed her outer lips and looked up into her
eyes. The hard edge to his features frightened her, reminding her she was tweaking
a tiger’s tail.

“Not much for sweet-talk, are you?”

“Do you really want to talk?” he asked, and drove two
fingers inside her vagina.

Lily bit her lip to keep from crying out. His fingers
had unerringly found her G-spot. She couldn’t move more than an inch or two up
or down, yet the urge to pump her hips was so strong her belly trembled and her
thighs quivered within his arms. “Later,” she moaned. “We’ll talk later.”

She sank her fingers into the short, dark curls on his
head, tugging him down to encourage him to stroke her with his tongue—which he
did.

“Joe…” Her head thrashed on her pillow as a wave of
heat swept over her breasts, tightening her nipples into exquisitely tuned
points. She lifted a hand to caress one turgid tip and squeezed her breast,
shooting more heat to her melting core. “Come inside me!”

Joe didn’t let up, didn’t give any indication he even
heard her plea. He sucked the hood of flesh that covered her swelling clitoris
and let it pop noisily out of his mouth, then he sucked it again, and again at
the same time shoving his fingers deep.

Lily’s belly spasmed and her shoulders lifted off the
mattress. Her fingers tugged her nipples, pinching, twirling them between her
thumb and forefinger. Her other hand scraped his scalp, digging in to push him
closer.

But he resisted and smoothed his whisker-rough cheek
against her open cunt. The friction, so acute it was painful, caused a shudder
to wrack her body and her vagina convulsed, opening and closing, clutching his
fingers, squeezing her passion-milk from her inner walls.

His tongue lapped at her cream, a low moan rising from
his chest to vibrate against her. Still, he didn’t stop.

Lily mewled, her throat tightening around an
incoherent litany of moans and pleas. “Please, please, pleeease!”

He pressed back the hood guarding her clitoris and
closed his lips around the glossy, engorged button, his tongue rubbing in
delicious circles, wringing a second wave of dark ecstasy from her loins.

As the last deep shudders shook her body, her hands
fell to the bed and she stared at the ceiling.

Now his strokes soothed, and her mind wandered to the
coming months when she would leave him.

She’d found her proof of vampires’ existence in his
living, breathing form. A lifelong quest satisfied. Her victory however, was
hollow. Despite the fact she’d known him less than a week, she knew her heart
would be irrevocably torn when she left.

She loved him without knowing a damn thing about how
he really felt. She did know the dimensions, textures, and colors of his body.
And she knew that something in his relentless pursuit of her surrender, the
harshly, etched pain that clung to his broad shoulders and handsome face, and
his barely leashed power called to something equally primitive and pain-filled
in her soul.

Joe’s face lifted from between her legs and he shifted
first one thigh, then the other, from his shoulders. A predatory gleam glinted
in his eyes and Lily’s breath hitched. He wasn’t finished with her yet.

He rose on his hands and knees and “walked” up her
body until his knees prodded the back of her bent thighs and his face was
directly above hers.

Her gaze swept down his taut belly to his heavily
engorged sex and she reached for him, curving her palm around him, drawing a
hiss of breath from between his teeth.

Reaching lower, she cupped his balls, rolling them in
her palm, and watched with growing satisfaction the expressions that crossed
his face—dark need, taut restraint.

“Now, can we get back to what we were discussing
previously?”

Joe lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, were we talking?”

“I was thinking about my last choice.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You want me to use my cuffs?
The Captain gave them back to me when I resumed my job.”

“No, I still want to finish exploring the last of my
previous
choices.” Lily smiled at his hungry, alert expression. “Are you ready to be at
my mercy?”

Joe’s heavy-lidded glance burned her. “I can’t wait to
see those pink lips stretched around my cock.”

Lily’s pussy tightened and her cheeks and breasts
flushed with heat. “Do I get to finish you this time?”

“Baby, I’m not making promises I can’t keep.”

She tilted her chin. “Then I’m not going down on you.”

“Do you play poker?”

She looked him straight in the eye and lied. “Never.”

“Damn!” He climbed off her, a frown creasing his
forehead. Slowly, he stretched out on the mattress, his body rigid, his hands
clenched at his sides.

Lily grinned. He looked as though he awaited his execution.
“Put your hands behind your head.”

He glared at her, but he clasped his hands, and
slipped them beneath his head.

“Now, you can’t interfere, understand? If you do, I’ll
stop. And I won’t let you have me.”

“Do you really think you can tell me no?”

She shook her head and gave him her meanest look. “I
know you can make me want you, but I think you’d rather I didn’t hold a grudge.”

He took a deep breath that stretched his skin over his
rib cage. “I won’t interfere. And I won’t take over…” He shot her a furious
glance. “…unless you beg me.”

Lily bit her lip. The way he said that had her
worried. What did he know that she didn’t? Of course, she’d never had a man’s
body totally at her mercy. “Well, fine. That will never happen.”

He raised a single eyebrow and his expression turned
smug.

Her blood boiled and her gaze narrowed. He’d thrown
down the gauntlet. Opening her legs wide, Lily straddled his waist, knowing her
moist center slid across his skin. His eyes glittered dangerously, but Lily
felt powerful. In control. It was about time she greeted the monster on her
terms.

She raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them. “I
need a little encouragement. Give it to me.” She leaned down and pressed one
nipple to his lower lip, tracing the curve with her tip.

His lips remained a firm line.

She leaned back and narrowed her eyes. “So that’s how
it’s gonna be, huh? We’ll see about that.”

She scooted a little lower on his belly and felt his
sex nudge her buttocks. “Oooh! Look who wants to play.”

Rubbing her breasts in the whorls of hair on his
chest, she continued to work her way down his torso, licking his nipples, then
biting them, all the while rubbing her body on his hard cock.

She lifted her hips and let his engorged shaft fall
between them. A slide of her moist cleft down his length drew a hiss from
between his tightly clenched lips.

Lower she went, until her knees settled between his
legs. She raised herself on her arms and looked up into his face. “What was it
you said you wanted? To see my pink lips around your cock?”

She circled her mouth with her tongue, and then
grinned when he groaned and closed his eyes. “Poor baby. Don’t be such a
coward.”

Joe’s eyes slammed open, but then they narrowed with
sexy menace.

Lily’s heart tripped as she stuck out her tongue and
lapped a drop of dew from the head of his cock. She spread it around her lips,
painting it on like lipstick. “Mmmm.”

“Lily?” His tone held a warning.

She opened her jaws wide and sank over his cock,
loving the way his thick shaft filled her mouth, loving the taste of his satiny
skin as it glided over her tongue. The plump head butted the back of her throat
and she relaxed to take him deeper.

“Baby!” His fingers that were supposed to be clasped
behind his head combed through her hair, caressing her scalp as she raised and
lowered her head, suctioning hard on every rise, relaxing on every downward
glide.

Slowly at first, she worked over his throbbing flesh,
noting how his thighs quivered and his breath became labored with his growing
arousal.