Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 (7 page)

His tongue speared into her ass and fluttered, then
withdrew. “Say it, Professor.” His teeth grazed her thigh.

“My ass! Fuck my as—” Lily shrieked when she was
flipped to her stomach.

“Give me your pillows,” his voice grated.

Lily reached and tossed them over her shoulder. An arm
encircled her waist and raised her, and the two pillows were stuffed beneath
her hips. Suddenly, Lily discovered she was entirely at his mercy, her bottom
in the air, unable to lever herself up on her knees due to the awkward
position. Cool air from the fan bathed her moist, hot pussy, reminding her that
her most intimate parts were exposed to his gaze.

His hands grasped a cheek each and he spread them. A
heavy drop of moisture fell into the crease between her buttocks.

“Wait!” She wasn’t at all sure she was ready for this.
With her heart racing like a bunny on Viagra, she was sure she’d expire at the
first probe of his thick cock.

“Too late. You’re right where I want you.”

A finger slid along the crease, smearing the moisture
in its path until he reached her tight anus. He circled it once.

Lily shuddered, her body tensing in anticipation.

His finger pressed inside, twisting in, then pulling
out.

She moaned and wadded the bedding in her fists.

Again, he pushed inside, deeper this time. And she
felt his warm wet mouth slide over the globe of one cheek.

She forgot all about her modesty and opened her legs
wider, inviting him to forge deeper into her body.

A second finger worked its way inside, stretching her
uncomfortably.

“Relax, baby, we’re taking this slowly. These are just
my fingers. I need you to loosen up before I stuff my cock inside.”

Lily thrilled to his coarse language. But she didn’t
want him to take it slow. Her ass was burning—the pain only intensifying the
heat curling in her belly. “There’s a tube of K-Y in my nightstand.”

He nipped her ass and withdrew his fingers.

She pressed her hot face against the cool sheets while
he rummaged through the drawer, knowing he saw her array of toys.

“Tsk. Tsk.
Professor
.”

“Shut up, vamp. The gel’s in the back.”

“Got it.”

The mattress dipped behind her again and a moment
later his fingers were pressing inside again, this time well lubed. More
fingers pressed past her sphincter. Three, she guessed, and her ass trembled
with wicked delight.

“Better. Almost there. Christ, you’re tight!” His
fingers screwed in and out, stretching her further.

Lily’s thighs strained to raise her buttocks higher,
to force him deeper. “Joe. Please. More.” She rubbed her beaded nipples on the
fabric and wriggled her behind.

He pulled out entirely and pressed hot kisses to her
cheeks. Long, interminable moments of silence followed. He was lubing himself,
she guessed. God, she hoped so!

Then his hands were on her again, gripping her hips to
raise her a little higher. A moment later, she felt his fingers pressing her
opening, and suddenly, something large and blunt pushed against her tender
asshole.

Pain—searing, yet impossibly arousing—forced a groan
from her throat. “Oh please! Please, please—”

“I won’t stop now,” Joe said, his voice hoarse with
strain. He pushed his hips forward, trying to be gentle, but her ass resisted
his invasion, the rosy lips holding firm beneath his assault. He grasped her
cheeks and spread them, pressing his thumbs around her nether mouth to ease it
open while he kept up the pressure from his cock.

Gradually, her muscles relaxed and he dipped inside a
fraction of an inch.

Lily’s back dipped and she groaned again, her knuckles
turning white as they gripped the bedding.

Joe pumped with shallow pulses, adding a slight
side-to-side motion to work his cock slowly past her tight muscles. His steady,
unrelenting force finally allowed him to ease inside another inch.

With a kitten-like whimper, Lily rose on her elbows. “I
don’t know if I can take it.”

Every muscle in Joe’s body grew rigid and he broke out
in sweat. His buttocks trembled with the need to slam inside her. Her body
clenched around his cock like a tight, hot glove. He couldn’t stop now.

Reaching beneath her he fondled her clit, relieved
when Lily sank back to the bed at his touch. She moaned and twisted her upper
torso, careful not to move her hips, but seemingly unable to resist his clever
ministrations.

Joe held his cock still inside her and plied her
dripping pussy with firm, deep strokes of his fingers, fucking her slowly at
first then faster, rubbing, swirling, tunneling, until he felt an almost
imperceptible wriggle of her hips.

He flexed his buttocks and drove a little deeper.

“Joe!”

He held his breath, wondering if he was strong enough
to pull out before he caused her true pain, the urge to bury himself inside her
so strong he gritted his teeth to fight it. She’d entrusted him with her body—and
he never wanted to betray a trust with a woman again.

Lily groaned and widened her stance atop the pillows,
her ass tilting higher, taking him deeper inside.

Relieved, Joe pulled partway out and stroked back
inside, and then did it again, this time noting a slackening of her inner
muscles. He began to pump, gradually stroking deeper with each inward glide,
until finally his strokes were full, hard and coming faster.

Rising on her arms, she took it, jerking back to meet
his strokes. His hand left her clit and he gripped her backside to hold her
steady, moving faster and harder until he pounded into her ass, driving the
breath from her lungs in harsh gasps.

She keened, a thin sound from between clenched teeth,
pitched higher, longer, until she sobbed loudly, wildly. “Don’t stop. Oh God,
oh God!”

Joe felt the change take him, so fast his back arched—his
body thickening from one moment to the next.

Lily shrieked, a jarring sound ripped from her throat
and she bucked, her ass shuddering as she convulsed, the ring of her opening
clamping around his shaft like a cock ring, further building the blood and
pressure in his dick.

His hands forced her buttocks sharply forward and back
to increase the violence of his strokes. He pummeled her soft buttocks, his
cock shafting deep inside her, his balls slapping her juicy cunt.

Yet even as his intellect faded, he recognized one
important fact. She took it. She took every goddamned inch of his monster cock.

Though he fought it, his teeth slid past his gums and
his face stretched. Then a powerful shudder wracked his own body, stiffening
his thighs, compressing his balls until they exploded, shooting cum into her
ass.

When the constrictions of her inner passage milked the
last of his cum, he collapsed onto her back, forcing Lily to the mattress, his
body shuddering and pulsing to expend every last drop of his passion.

Lily quieted, her breaths softening, pale whimpers
turning to sighs. With his cock still impaling her sweet ass, Joe swept his
hands along her arms, reaching to entwine his fingers with hers. She gripped
him tightly.

“So, Joe,” Lily said, sounding breathless, “it looks
like I’m running out of choices.”

Lily listened to the sound of running water as Joe
availed himself of the bathroom. She made a mental note—
Vampires pee like
anyone else
.

She knew she ought to move. Her bottom after all was
still high in the air, but she didn’t have a bone left in her body. The ache in
her nether region was a delicious throb. No doubt, she’d be sitting sideways in
the morning.

The water stopped, and the pad of Joe’s footsteps as
he neared her bed revved the throb to full throttle.
Sheesh!
She’d been
righteously fucked, but her body already hummed with anticipation of his touch.

Something warm and wet glided between her legs and she
moaned. He didn’t say a word as he washed streaks of drying cum from between
her legs. The nubby fabric of the washcloth at the same time soothed and
excited her. While he cleansed her intimate parts, she relaxed, feeling the
ache ease beneath the heat and his tender care.

He left her again, but soon returned and the mattress
dipped beside her. His large, rough hands slid over her rump and gently
massaged. “If you stay like that much longer, I’m going to take it as an
invitation.”

“Can’t move,” she said, groaning when his fingers
trailed between her legs to stroke her inflamed labia.

He stretched across the mattress, lying on his side,
his head supported on one hand as he continued to pet her with the other.

Lily snuggled her cheek on top of her folded hands and
stared at him. “This is just an interlude, right?”

His fingers prodded her vagina and she drew in a deep
hissing breath. She doubted she could take another round of his lovemaking
right now—even for the sake of science.

“You can’t take any more tonight, Lily.”

She stifled a yawn. “You didn’t drink this last time,”
she said. “And you weren’t as rough or out of control.”

“That’s because I’d fed. I was desperate before.”

“Well, you still owe me.” This time a yawn caught her
by surprise, stretching her jaw wide.

“How’s that? Because we haven’t explored your third
choice?”

“Uh-huh. Because I didn’t get to watch you change.”

“There’s still tomorrow night,” he reminded her, his
voice a sexy rumble.

“Hmmm.”

From one moment to the next, Lily fell sound asleep.
Joe smiled. Her hands were curled beneath her cheek like a child’s, but her ass
was still hiked on the stack of pillows. Innocence and carnal temptation all
rolled in one delectable little package. Lily was quite a woman. If he were
looking for a mate…

Joe tugged a pillow from beneath her hips and tucked
it under his head. He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling, trying to
block out the aroma of sex, which hung like a pungent cloud above his head.
Already his cock stirred on his thigh, unfurling inch by inch.

The memory of her tight ass clasping his flesh aroused
and unsettled him, reminding him of the last time he’d loved Darcy. Only it
hadn’t been love—he’d touched her, taken her with only thoughts of revenge
fueling his actions. He’d tunneled into his partner’s ass, his mouth sipping
from her neck, while she’d burrowed into the comfort of Quentin’s arms. Quentin—his
sire.

Darcy hadn’t looked at Joe once. Her choice clearly
written in the way she’d taken comfort from her vampire lover. When Joe had
finished, he’d left the bed and her house—and he hadn’t been back since.

He’d blown any chance he’d ever had with Darcy, when
he’d blasted her for asking Quentin to turn him. And worse, when he’d nearly
raped her.

It didn’t really matter that she was responsible for
his current state—he had no excuse for how he’d behaved after he was turned.
Her only thought had been to preserve his life after he’d been shot. Instead of
understanding, he’d taken her like an animal.

His anger had exploded, fed by his newborn vampire’s
hunger. Yet Darcy had bravely faced him, accepting his abuse, even offering her
own blood for his first meal. However, the deal he’d entered with her vampire
lover, Quentin, ensured he would never know her heat again.

Now he faced an eternity of loneliness. An eternity of
guilt.

Separated from the rest of the Special Unit by his new
“status”, Joe was determined to find a way to reverse the transformation that
had made him a monster. He’d seen how much pain and destruction vampires left
in their wake—understood the dark hungers that ruled his body. He wanted to be
human again to protect the world from himself.

Lily murmured sleepily beside him and rolled away from
the pillow, settling on her back with a sigh. Joe reached for the lamp and
flicked the switch to extinguish the light. He’d let her sleep despite the
urgency building between his thighs. Perhaps he could appease another appetite
with a little early morning snack. He rose from the bed and searched for his
clothing on the floor.

All dressed, he slipped from the bedroom. Her keys lay
on the kitchen counter and he shoved them in his pocket. The next time he
entered her apartment it would be through the front door.

Outside, he turned to the right and headed back down
the narrow street, his ears and nose alert to the scent of a meal. It had
rained. Just enough so the glare of the streetlamps reflected off the pavement
and the faint stench of sewage clung to the moist air.

A movement in the alley next to the apartment building
drew his attention. A rustling, too loud for a dog or cat, was followed by the
sound of a low, menacing growl. Joe’s predatory instinct raised the hair on the
back of his neck like hackles. Then he caught a scent he didn’t recognize.

A heavy musk—like a man’s, but also like the smell of
wet dog—drifted from the alleyway. Every vamp-born instinct screamed for
caution. Joe hastened the descent of his canines with a grinding of his teeth.