Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 (13 page)

Now, he recognized the hatred he was taught for what it really
was—prejudice. The woman beside him had changed his heart—opened his mind to
the possibility that wolf and vampire could coexist. Her dark passion ignited a
sensual storm that paled in comparison to the purely animalistic urges Joe’s
wife had stirred. He was afraid he might be in love with her.

But what was he to do about his brother? And was it really possible a
breeder was going to bear an abomination—a vampire child? As far as he knew, no
one in his immediate clan had ever seen one. His mother’s death had been
attributed to one—but Max wondered how much truth lay in the tale. Had it been
embellished to support their fears, to invigorate their fight? There was no
living wolf left to corroborate the tale.

The only thing Max could think to do was discover whether Lily truly
carried Joe’s child. If she didn’t, he could put Alec off her scent, and Max
wouldn’t be forced to make an impossible choice—between killing Joe’s wife and
offspring or disloyalty to his clan.

But how could he learn the truth when she never set foot outside the
Masters’ fortress? It was a given
he’d
never be invited inside.

He could think of only one way to get inside The Compound. To
accomplish it, he’d have to betray the woman sleeping in his arms. His arms
tightened around her as if he should protect her from his intent.

He could tell himself he was laying to rest issues that stood between
himself and his vampire teammates—or attempt to justify his actions by claiming
Pia and the others hadn’t been honest with him about her presence in Vero
either. Neither felt honorable, and neither was the truth.

The truth was, he had to know whether a creature like the one who
killed his mother grew inside the belly of his best friend’s wife. If one did,
he’d have to destroy the woman to prevent its birth.

Killing vamps had never been hard—until he’d had to spend time with
them. Now they had names and faces he’d remember—soft brown hair and silky skin
he’d never tire of touching.

He hoped like hell he found nothing in The Compound. And would never
have to make the choice.

Worse, if he was discovered inside the Masters’ dwelling, he’d lose Pia
and likely his life.

*
* * * *

Something wet and slightly rough lapped his balls. Before he even
opened his eyes, he pulsed his hips against Pia’s mouth.

Seemed Pia was still working on proving a vampire lover’s advantages.

Max could definitely attest to the indescribable pleasure her long
cat-like tongue was giving him as she rasped his balls and shaft. He groaned
and threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging to encourage her to move
higher.

A low, throaty laugh vibrated against his flesh. “Sorry. I didn’t mean
to wake you, but I woke up horny.”

“Sorry, my ass,” he said, growling with feigned irritation. He peered
at her through slitted eyelids.

She sat perpendicular to his body, bent forward so her hair caressed
his thighs and groin. Her eyes were closed; her lips glided along his penis
until she reached the crown. Then she swallowed him, suctioning strong, her
cheeks hollowing as she wrung pleasure from his core. One hand continued to
massage his balls, tugging gently, while the other grasped the base of his cock
and worked up and down his long shaft. By her expression, she was sucking the
most delicious lollipop imaginable.

God, she was beautiful.

Max reached for a breast and plucked a velvety bead. Her hips wriggled
and he took the hint, moving his hand to her buttocks. He lifted his hand and
smacked her.

She gasped and sucked harder.

Her reaction encouraged him to experiment. He squeezed one cheek,
rubbed it in circular strokes until it heated, then slapped her again.

Pia shuddered and her belly lowered, raising her buttocks against his
hand. Her teeth grazed the tender flesh of the head of his cock—her tongue
fluttered inside the tiny eye.

“Let me suck your cunt, sweetheart,” he said, his voice harsh with
need.

Without breaking the rhythm of her bobbing head, she crawled over him,
centering her pussy above his mouth. She drew back from his cock. “If I have to
tell you what to do, I won’t be sucking you off,” she said, her voice tense.

“Then tell me with your body.” His hands reached around her to grasp
her buttocks, and he lifted his mouth to her fragrant, moist cunt. One lap of
his tongue and he knew she was very close to coming—she dripped creamy
excitement. Not one to pass up a gift, Max licked the excess moisture from her
thighs, her plump, down-covered lips and finally traced the edges of her
delicate folds. The salty taste of her had him growling deep inside his throat.

He decided it was time to show her one of the advantages to be gained
from having a lupine lover.

His tongue lapped her flesh, like a dog drinking from a bowl, his
tongue caressing the length of her slit in quick strokes.

“Oh my God. Max! That’s incredible!”

He grinned and lifted his hips to press his cock against her mouth—a
not-so-subtle reminder that she had work to do as well.

She opened her lips and bobbed her head down his cock until he touched
the back of her hot throat.

Satisfied she was back on track, he nuzzled between the inner folds of
her sex and slid his tongue inside her, licking the inner walls of her vagina
as far as his wolf’s tongue could reach.

Pia’s thighs trembled, but she continued to move on him, her hands and
mouth gliding in unison, if perhaps a little jerky now.

Max rolled his day-old beard against her hooded clit and continued to
stroke her with his tongue. Then he squeezed the mounds of her buttocks and
glided his fingers toward the crevice between them.

Pia’s shudder racked her body, and she mewled—the sound making a
shivery vibration on his cock that hardened his balls to stones.

Close. She was so close he could feel the slow, building spasms inside
her channel and taste her fresh enthusiasm.

He circled a thumb over her anus and observed a marked increase in her
quivering. Her breaths came in shallow pants. Feeling powerful, he pressed the
blunt, thick ball of his thumb inside, noting the tightness of the orifice. He
nearly spilled his seed then and there at the thought of pushing his cock past
that tight little ring of muscle.

The warm glove of her mouth lifted. “Oh Max!” Pia gasped. “I’m right
there. Please, I’m gonna come.”

“Don’t stop sucking me, Pia,” he said, making his voice low and
dangerous. “If you do, I won’t give you what you really want.” He licked her
cunt as a reminder.

She dipped her cunt lower over his mouth. “What if I give you
something…unexpected,” she said, her voice husky. “Something hotter than you’ve
ever imagined?”

He knew she was talking about the gift of a vampire’s bite. Somehow,
the thought of Pia drinking his lifeblood wasn’t distasteful. If he allowed it,
she’d know what he was. Perhaps now was the time to tell her—when she was so
wrapped up in her own arousal, she wouldn’t be able to stop until she’d fed
well. Perhaps when she had the essence of his life warming her belly, she’d be
ready to listen…to understand. “Show me, baby.”

Her hands stroked his belly and thighs. “I’ll be the best you ever had,
Max. Promise.”

Max turned his head and kissed her inner thigh. “Baby, you already are.
Just don’t bite my cock.”

“I promise you’ll only feel a prick,” Pia said. “You’ll love it.”

He bit the tender skin of her thigh. “Maybe, but just the thought of…”

Pia laughed, a strangled sound that ended on a groan. “All right. I
won’t bite your cock.”

Max rolled his chin on her pussy. “And what do you want, baby?”

She groaned again. “You’re not going to make me say it, are you?”

“Uh-huh.” He rubbed her anus with his thumb. “Tell me.”

“Oh, do that again.” Her hips pulsed back, then forward, until she
rocked. Shallow pulses, Max wasn’t sure she was even aware she made. “I
want…you to fuck my ass with your fingers while you lick me with your
incredible tongue,” she said, her words coming out in a rush.

“All right. I think I can handle that. You ready?”

“Are you?”

Damn, she sounded sexy. Max didn’t answer. Instead he put two fingers
in his mouth and wet them. Then he stroked his
incredible
tongue deep
inside her body while pushing one finger past the tight ring of her asshole. He
rotated his hand, easing her tight muscles before pressing another finger
inside.

“Sweet, sweet Jesus!” she moaned. “Oh, that hurts so good.” Her body
told him how much she approved when her cunt tightened rhythmically around his
tongue. Pia went to work, gliding her tongue up and down his cock, lubricating
it so her hands glided easily along his shaft. Then she licked his balls.

At first, Max felt only the rasp of her wet tongue, and then he noticed
a slight, burning that turned to a tingling sensation. He recognized the
cause—she’d released the enzymes in her mouth, the ones that numbed the flesh
of her hosts.
Christ
, she was going to bite his balls!

Max’s thighs tightened, his cock felt ready to explode—if she bit him
there, he wouldn’t last a second. He had to distract her.

With his tongue stroking her vagina and the fingers of one hand pumping
inside her ass, he brought his free hand to the top of her pussy and pushed
back the skin covering her clitoris. He found the hard, slick knot and touched
it with the pad of his finger.

Pia widened her stance, bringing her cunt lower still. Her belly
quivered now against his. Then he felt her mouth close around his balls, and he
tensed.

There, where his sac snuggled against his groin, he felt the prick of
her teeth. She hadn’t lied—the pain was slight and he relaxed a fraction. Then
she drew blood, and he heard her gasp.

He didn’t give her time to think about what her tongue tasted—about the
undeniable fact his wolf’s blood revealed. He rubbed her clit, working his
fingers back and forth, faster, as he finger-fucked her ass and laved her juicy
channel.

Pia shuddered and drew again, sucking hard, pulling blood from his
extremities in a rush of cold-hot sensation that brought him to the brink, but
held him there. His cock was so hard the skin that clothed his shaft felt tight
enough to burst. His balls, nestled in the cavern of her mouth, grew hot and impossibly
harder, but she controlled his release, keeping him at the brink until he
thought his heart would explode in his chest it beat so fast.

Then she moaned and her hips rocked, and he was flying, his cock
erupting in a geyser of cum that never seemed to end.

Pia’s cunt convulsed and she cried out, the spasms stroking his tongue.
Until they both slowed their rhythmic shudders.

She licked the punctures closed and let go of his cock, laying her head
on his thigh as she dragged air into her lungs.

Max eased his fingers from her ass and gave her one last soothing lap
of his tongue and then swept his arms around her hips, holding her tightly for
a long moment. Giving her time. Time he knew she used to gather herself, to
consider what she’d just learned.

Then she tensed and struggled against his hold.

He let his arms fall to his side and lay on the bed while he watched
her climb off him and turn.

Her expression was wary, then her eyes widened. “It was you on the
beach!”

Max nodded, waiting to see what she’d do next.

“I didn’t want to believe…” Her lips twisted in self-disgust. “I
smelled wolf all over you. I just wanted to think you’d rolled on the ground
with one of those monsters—but I
knew
better when I cleaned your
wounds.”

“I wondered how long it would be before you pieced it together,” he
said softly.

Pia’s cheeks grew red as her anger built. “I didn’t want to believe
what my brain was telling me all along. But you knew what you were
doing—deflecting me with sex. You must have thought I was incredibly stupid.
Probably laughed at me the entire time.”

Max kept his face solemn and he shook his head. “Never.”

But she acted like she hadn’t heard him, lashing out at him. “I should
have known. You’re stronger than any human I’ve ever encountered. And your
tongue! No human has a tongue like that.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “There are advantages to having a werewolf
lover.”

Pia’s eyes narrowed. “I would never have fucked you that first time if
I’d known.”

“Well, now you can’t deny it.” He kept his voice deliberately mild. He
needed her to let loose all over him, so he prodded. “What are you going to do
about it, sweetheart?”

Pia launched herself at him, her hands curved into claws, her mouth
open, teeth protracted to slash at his flesh.

He caught her and rolled, pinning her to the bed.

She bucked, nearly unseating him, but he straddled her body at the tops
of her thighs to keep her legs in check, and held her arms above her head.
“Listen to me.”