Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 (5 page)

Lily shook her head, her eyes glittering with renewed
excitement. Her arousal gushed, coating his cock with fresh lubricant.

The muscles of his thighs bunched, and the pressure
building in his already rock-hard balls threatened to overtake him. He hadn’t
learned to fully leash the monster, still being too new at this vampire thing. “I
need you on your knees.”

“Yes!”

He held himself rigid, trying to still the tremors in
his thighs and belly.

“You’ll have to let me up,” she reminded him.

Christ!
That
meant he had to withdraw, had to bear the rub of his cock against her inner
walls.

He pulled away, gritting his teeth, trying to ignore
her wide-eyed gaze and the eager way she shoved to get him to move faster.

Finally free, he knelt, his cock straight as a pole
and glistening with her arousal, throbbing in time with his racing heart.

She didn’t move fast enough to suit him. Her
fascinated gaze clung to his penis and she licked her lips.

He couldn’t wait a second longer. He reached for her,
flipping her onto her stomach, only vaguely aware of her yelp of surprise. She
scrambled to raise herself on her arms and knees, but his hands were already on
her bottom, pulling her into position, centering her ass and cunt on his cock.
His knees roughly shoved her legs apart and his hands spread her cheeks. Her
sex was wide open—pink and quivering.

Do I have to choose?

Joe remembered how Lily had stood before him, a blush
painting her face and delectable breasts bright rose, her face misty with
confusion when he’d offered her the choice of how he would take her.

At that moment he wished he had two dicks he could
plunge into her.

Joe slid his thumb down the sensitive crease of her
ass, and Lily turned her head to look at him, alarm in her gaze.

He circled the tiny opening. “Have you ever been
fucked in the ass, Lily?” he asked, softly.

“Yes,” came her swift reply. “But never by someone of
your…proportions.”

Indeed, she didn’t look so much worried as
embarrassed. Her body quivered with excitement.

“Later,” he said, and continued his exploration
downward to the full, flushed lips of her pussy. He pressed his thumb into her
deep, dark channel and was gratified to find her dripping with honey. Bringing
his thumb to his mouth, he tasted her for the first time, his eyes closing,
savoring the salty, slightly astringent glaze and the flavor of her unusual
musk.

With his body screaming for him to plunge into her, he
still took a moment to spit into his palm and rub it over the head of his dick.
Control was all in the pacing. “This isn’t going to be finessed,” he warned. “I’m
too far gone.”

“I’m ready,” she said, her voice quavering.

He sincerely doubted it, but he guided his cock to her
cunt, circled her opening once, then spread her with his fingers and pushed
himself inside. In one long, inexorable glide he crammed his cock into her, ignoring
her cries, ignoring her body’s natural resistance to his intrusion. He had to
be inside—all the way inside.
Now!

When his balls finally rubbed her bush, he gasped and
lay over her, curving his belly to her back, pressing his face to her shoulder.
Sucking air into his starved lungs, he reached deep inside himself for
something to anchor him. He didn’t want to hurt her, but feared he’d waited too
long. He wrapped his arms around her and groped for her breasts, molding them
in his palms.

Lily whimpered and her cunt clutched and pulsed around
him. “Move,” she pleaded. “God please, move! Fuck me, Joe.”

Though he fought it, he could feel the change coming
over him, filling him with thick, tensile strength, bulging his muscles
outward. He turned his head and found himself staring at their reflection in
the mirror above her bureau. “Shit!” Too late, he’d forgotten to protect her. “Keep
your eyes closed,” he said, panting.

Then all thought receded, supplanted by the monster
reforming the bones in his face to a grisly mask of protruding bone across his
forehead and brow. His gums tingled as his teeth slid down from the roof of his
mouth. All his being was focused on the elemental need to conquer her with his
sex, drink her life from her blood-filled body.

He flung back his head and roared. Then he unleashed
the monster.

Lily was enthralled with Joe’s rough mastery. When he’d
flipped her over and arranged her body to his liking, she’d felt an odd moment
of recognition—that this was what sex was supposed to be. Being mounted, being
mastered by a male.

When he’d shoved inside her, pressing deeper, harder
than any man had before, she’d thrilled at his power even as her body winced in
protest to his harsh intrusion. When his hands had clumsily groped her breasts,
she reveled in the fact she caused him to lose control.

Then he roared and all hell broke loose.

His body hardened around her, his cock growing
impossibly thicker, until she thought a tree trunk filled her channel. Then he
began to move and she whimpered, wondering if she was woman enough to take all
of him. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, concentrating on the glide and jerk
of his powerful cock.

Then her inner tissues gave, moistening further,
caressing his shaft. Her hips circled encouraging him to screw himself inside
her, until he moved easily, stretching her to suit his massive cock.

He straightened away from her back and his hands
sought her rump, a bruising grip that held her still while he pounded at her
pussy.

Lily moaned and grunted harshly at the end of each of
his powerful strokes, feeling the heavy, jackhammer thrusts pushing so deep
inside her, she swore he stroked her heart.

His voice changed, no words uttered, just harsh,
guttural groans that incited her to claw higher toward the peak. Then she was
soaring, coming outside herself, splintering into a thousand shards of brittle
glass. She screamed, and then screamed again when he hauled her up into his
arms. He roughly nuzzled through the hair clinging to the perspiration on her neck
until he found her skin.

The sharp sting of his bite pierced the sensual haze
and her eyes flew open. She saw them in the mirror, kneeling on the bed, her
knees spread open across his thighs, his hands working her hips up and down on
his cock while he fed.

Thought, crisp coherence, was impossible at the cool
rush of blood flowing out of her body, pulled from her head and extremities to
feed his voracious hunger. She grew faint, pinpoints of black clouding her
vision, and then she saw his face, bent over her flesh. Not Joe’s face at all.
A vampire’s!

Her last thought as she was pulled into the void was
she’d finally found one.

* * * * *

The vampire savored the rich, hot blood that flowed
over his tongue, quenching the thirst that raged in his soul. He crashed his
hips upward, impaling the woman on his hard shaft, tunneling endlessly.
Growling, his hands gripped her hips bouncing her buttocks on his lap, then
sliding her forward and back as his fevered motions brought him to release.

His cock exploded and he disengaged his teeth from her
neck to howl, his cum bursting from his loins in a raw, hot torrent. Jetting
into the woman—
his woman
.

Finally, the wildness inside him quieted, and he let
his head fall back on his shoulders to draw deep, cleansing breaths of air. As
his body reformed, a niggling awareness grew that something wasn’t right.

Joe opened his eyes. The sheen of perspiration dried
on his skin, making him shiver beneath the oscillating blades above him. Lily
lay inside his embrace, her head lolling on her neck, her body limp.

Horrified, Joe pressed her head to the side and looked
at the twin rivulets of blood that trickled down her neck onto her breast. Like
obscene red scars. Had he taken too much? He’d been so out of control, he’d
passed all human consciousness when he’d taken her. He couldn’t be sure.

Sick at heart, he opened his lips around the wounds
and licked her skin to close them, then turned her in his arms to lay her on
the bed. Leaning over her, he cleansed away the trail of blood, stroking her
flesh with his tongue.

She stirred and he leaned back, kneeling on the bed
beside her. Her lids fluttered open and she smiled sleepily at him.

“Wow!” she said softly.

“How do you feel?” he asked, anxious to know whether he’d
harmed her.

“Mmmm. Sore.” She wrinkled her nose. “Deliciously so.”
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“Lily.” Joe didn’t want her going to sleep, not if he
needed to get her to a hospital.

Lily’s eyes blinked. “Are we doing this, again?” she
asked, a grin breaking across her face. “Because if we are, I’m afraid you’re
going to have to do all the work. I’m limp as a noodle.”

“Are you sure you’re all right? Are you feeling dizzy?
Try sitting up.” He lifted her shoulders off the bed.

Her arms snaked around his neck and she hugged him
tightly, and then her lips brushed the edge of his jaw and slid down to nuzzle
the corner of his neck. “Did I tell you how much I love your smell?” she
murmured.

At that point, Joe figured Lily was just fine with no
symptoms worse than a sore pussy and fatigue from his energetic attentions. He
relaxed then felt a grin stretch his mouth. She’d been overcome with passion.
His passion.
Hot damn!

Joe closed his arms around her and carried her to the
bed, rolling her beneath him. “Do you need to sleep?”

Her lips parted and her eyes widened. “Like I said, I’m
a little sore there.”

Joe gave her a heavy-lidded stare. “Care to make
another choice?”

She winced, her face heating. “Do I have to say it?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He liked her lady-like reticence. He liked
it even better when she forgot her manners and screamed what she wanted.

“Why? You’re a guy. Don’t you just do what you want,
anyway?”

“Last time I looked, there were two of us in this bed.
I had mine. It’s your turn to choose.”

She huffed. “I suppose we’ll just lay here like this
all night unless I tell you, won’t we?”

“Yup.”

“I want…” Her gaze dropped to his chin. “I want you to…give
it to me in the ass.” She said the last in a rush, and then looked back into
his eyes.

Joe pressed his lips together to smother a grin. Her
embarrassment was adorable—pink chagrin and pearly white indecision biting her
lips. “So do you want preliminaries this time?”

She scowled at him now. “You’re making fun of me. I
don’t know if I like that.”

“Let me make amends,” he whispered. “Please? For being
rough before.”

“But I liked it,” she said softly.

Joe searched her gaze until he was satisfied she told
the truth. “I don’t like to lose control like that. You don’t have to be
afraid. It won’t happen again.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but Joe pressed a
finger to her lip. “You don’t have to say it. I know I wasn’t gentle. It was
just…” He hated baring his soul, but she deserved the words. “You were so damn
sexy. So hot. I couldn’t keep it together.”

“You mean, because I acted like a whore?”

“No!” If he hadn’t seen the vulnerability beneath her
steady stare he would have shaken her. “You were naked. Not just your body.
Your desire. I’ve never been so turned on. It was beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes filled and she turned her head. When she
looked back at him, her gaze was curious. “So tell me more about these…preliminaries.”

Joe felt uneasy, knocked off-center by the depth of
passion he’d found with the professor. He’d loved Darcy—loved his old partner
still, but the woman beneath him intrigued him from her sweetly rounded curves
to her shy, inquisitive stare. If he weren’t careful, she’d creep into his heart.
It was a good thing he’d be out of there soon. In the meantime, he’d better
keep things light.

“Well, I haven’t tasted these little berries yet,” he
said, his gaze dipping to her chest. “And while I’ve probed the depths of your
pretty pussy, I haven’t tasted the well water…thoroughly.”

Lily’s breath gusted on a laugh. “What about me?” She
circled her mouth with her tongue. “Although as large as you are, it may take
me all night to explore every inch of your cock.”

Joe felt his proud flesh respond to her compliment,
growing to nudge her inner thigh. “So we’re agreed? I get to order the breast pâté
for the appetizer, followed by the soup—”

“Soup!” She slapped his shoulder. “Don’t you dare say
it!”

“Du Pussy.”

She let out a shriek of laughter. “What do I get? The
leg of mutton?”

He winced. “Doesn’t quite have the same connotation.
How about a spicy burrito!”

She wrinkled her nose. “Beans.”

“A foot-long…”

She appeared to ponder it for a moment, and then shook
her head. “Too obvious.”