Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 (16 page)

“You’ll tell us, won’t you?” Darcy asked. “What it’s like, I mean.”

“Darcy!” This time Emmy swatted at Darcy’s arm, but missed and almost
unseated herself.

“I have to live vicariously these days,” Darcy said, scowling. “I’d
love to learn what sort of ‘nip and tuck’ games werewolves play.”

“Nip and tuck? I take it we’re not talking plastic surgery.”

“If I have to explain it—”

Emmy bounced on her seat. “Oh, I get it!”

Pia grinned at the two, her heart warming at the friendship they’d
extended her. She truly felt like “one of the girls” tonight. “Sure, we women
have to share information, otherwise we’d be totally left in the dark.”

Lily cleared her throat. “Speaking of locks, do you think Dylan was
serious about keeping you guys confined?”

“I’m sure he was,” Pia said. “But I’m thinking that won’t be so bad.”

Emmy raised her glass. “I imagine not—all that muscle on his muscle has
to be…filling!”

Dylan turned from the monitor trained on the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you spy on them,” Max said, a smile still stretching
his lips at the women’s ridiculous conversation.

“It’s the only way to stay one step in front of them,” Quentin said,
with a desperate note in his voice.

“Aye, they’re a devious lot.” Nodding toward Quentin, Dylan said, “You
wouldn’t believe the plots we’ve had to squash. Quentin here can attest to
that.”

Quentin’s narrowed eyes promised retribution. “Dylan, stuff it.”

“That’s precisely what Darcy did, wasn’t it?” Dylan’s dry wit had every
male in the room, save Quentin, grinning. “But fortunately, we stopped the
proliferation of that particular weapon in their arsenal of tricks.”

Thinking the men exaggerated the threat, Max turned back to the
monitor.

Darcy was leaning over the table. “So what’s so special about his
tongue?”

“Fuck, we need to get in there quick and break this up. She has that
look in her eye.” Quentin turned the monitor off with the remote. “They’ll be
sharing techniques next.”

“And that’s bad?” Max asked.

“It is when Darcy gets around to describing her finger method.” Dylan
looked worried.

“Finger method?” Curiosity had him trailing the men to the kitchen. In
their rush, they spilled inside the room.

The women turned at the noise.

Emmy shot to her feet. “What the hell? What happened to your faces?”

“Were you fighting?” Darcy’s hands were on her hips. “I thought you’d put
that discussion aside until tomorrow. You were supposed to be working.”

“We were. We suffered these injuries in the line of duty.” Quentin
looked to Max.

Max nodded, even though it was a blatant lie.

“What was-sh it?” Emmy asked. “Vampires? Werewolves?”

“No, honey.” Dylan stepped close to his wife and steadied her with an
arm around her waist. “Just a bit of a barroom brawl. We finished it.”

Emmy’s snort conveyed her disgust. “Just like men! You’re not happy
unless you’re bangin’ on something.”

Everyone turned to Emmy and stared.

Her face blushed an unattractive shade of embarrassed. “I’ll just shut
up.”

“That’ll never happen,” Max said.

Joe’s eyebrows rose. “Did you just make a joke?”

Max trained his expression into a fierce scowl. “I was dead serious.”

The men laughed.

The women faced off, hands on their hips.

Joe raised his hand to his mouth to cover a cough. “I think those of us
who still have a sex life ought to hit the sack.”

“Ladies, remember the details,” Darcy said.

Quentin slung his arm around her shoulder. “Sweetheart, you don’t think
you’re going to be left out, do you hon?”

“Quentin, I’m as big as a house now.”

“And your point is?”

Darcy’s eyes grew misty. “Oh, Quentin.”

Dylan pulled Emmy back to his side. “Love, do you want to play a little
‘hide the sausage’?”

“Ooh, my favorite.” She let him lead her from the room without ever
looking back. “You know how much I love organ meat.”

Joe nodded toward the door. “Lily? You coming?”

“I just thought of a few questions I’d like to ask Max. I hate to waste
an opportunity to interview—”

“Lily! You’re coming to bed with me, just as soon as I lock these two
in.”

“Unfortunate choice of words, don’t you think?” Darcy said, her lips
stretching into a wide smile.

Lily nodded emphatically. “He said ‘locked’.”

“Yes, he did.”

Pia swung toward Max, a frown marring the lovely curve of her brows.
“Were you guys eavesdropping?”

“Love, would we do anything so unethical?” Max felt sweat pop on his
forehead. He hadn’t
exactly
told a lie.

Joe’s eyes widened. “We need to get you put away for the night.” He
nodded toward the door. “After you.”

Max rubbed the edge of his tender jaw, a reminder of the trouble he
could cause if he spilled the beans about the true nature of their evening.
“No, after you.”

* * * * *

“What were you ladies talking about downstairs?” Max asked, as he
threaded his fingers through Pia’s dark mane. “We heard you laughing when we
walked in.”

Pia pulled away from sucking his cock and tilted her head. “Um…we were
just talking about the latest surgical techniques.”

Max tugged her hair, bringing her lips back into contact with his
aching sex. “You’re a terrible liar. But you’re entitled to your secrets.”

Peering up from the floor where she knelt in front of him, Pia’s
expression grew solemn. “I don’t want any more secrets between us.”

Max could think of one he’d never tell. His brothers in the spy trade
would carve out his innards if he ever let it slip. “Have I told you how
beautiful you are?”

Her lips pouted. “You’re changing the subject. If I could remember what
I just said, I might figure out why.”

He pressed his cock to those pursed lips, and she opened her mouth to
swallow him.

She moaned deep in her throat as she rocked forward and back,
suctioning him to within a heartbeat of orgasm.

“Like my cock, do you?” He peeked down through slitted eyes. “Baby,
there’s so much more I have to show you.”

Pia grew still and reared back. “Um…Max?”

“Yes, love?” He hid his grin. He knew what was coming. Pia’s curiosity
had been aroused by the women’s conversation.

“Is there anything different about the way you have sex when
you’re…transformed?”

He helped her to her feet, and then swung her up into his arms. Two
steps and he deposited her in the center of the mattress. “It’s a matter of
degrees,” he said, sliding over her. He sucked a turgid nipple into his mouth
and groaned.

“Degrees of what?” she asked, excitement making her breathless.

“Transformation, love. But as a vampire, I’m sure you wouldn’t be
interested.” He plucked the dampened nipple and switched to the neglected
breast, tonguing the tip. “And I’m plenty satisfied with the sex we have. Don’t
worry about it.”

“I would hate for you to feel the need to stifle any part of you.”

The earnestness of her comment had him hiding another grin. “I’m not
sacrificing love. Is that what you think?” After schooling his expression into
one of concern, he crawled up her body. “Let me prove it to you.”

She pressed her hands against his chest, holding him off. Her eyes
glinted with a touch of irritation. “You know damn well what I’m talking about,
don’t you?”

A smile won out. “You’re going to have to spell it out. I can’t make
any mistakes.”

“You said the same thing that first night.”

“I still mean it. I don’t want to frighten you or disgust you. And I
never want to hurt you.”

Her gaze fell away. “Max, would you teach me about some of
those…degrees?”

He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. “Tell me, what you want,” he
whispered next to her ear.

“How can I, when I don’t know what you offer?”

He raised his head, his nose an inch from hers as he stared into her
wide eyes. “Well, I could transform into a wolf and lick you from your eyebrows
to your toes. After your arousal reached fever-pitch, I’d nudge you with my
snout until you rolled over, onto your knees, and then I’d mount you—doggie-style—from
behind.”

Pia gulped and her heart hammered against her chest so hard, his
changed rhythm to match.

“There’d be hair all over my body, and I’d rub all over you before
catching your shoulder between my teeth. I’d need to hold you still to drive my
cock deep inside—deeper than you’ve ever experienced. But we’d need a lot of
time, because something special happens when I mate as a full wolf.”

Pia’s breath caught and her chest expanded.

Max leaned back and cupped her breast tenderly. “Or I could transform
partway, just enough to give me added strength—”

“More muscle?” she asked, her voice scratchy.

“More muscles on my muscle—and fine, downy hairs to rub all over your
body.”

Pia’s belly quivered against his.

He slid between her legs and nudged his sex against her portal. “But
I’d still have fingers to tease these luscious nipples and a mouth to kiss
yours. So what’s it to be?” He squeezed her breast. “You have to be specific.”

“I want you to fuck me, Max. Fuck me like an animal.”

Pressing a kiss on the tip of her nose, he said, “Baby, it’s the only
way I know.”