Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 (4 page)

Unable to wait a moment longer, Max fell between her thighs, his cock
prodding her warm, wet slit. When he was sure of his aim, he tilted his hips
and rammed inside her, crowding past the tight, soft tissues of her vagina. Without
giving her time to adjust to his size, he claimed her with a single thrust.

Her muffled scream halted him.

His chest heaved and his body trembled, but he held himself still above
her. “Christ, I’m sorry. Baby, I can’t stop now,” he said, desperation making
his voice thick.

Pia’s breath panted. “Fuck me, Max. Fuck me hard,” she whispered.

With another growl, he came down on top of her, pushing and grinding
into her wet cunt until she sheathed his length. He couldn’t stop to savor the
feel of her body closing around him when his own clamored for him to move. His
buttocks tensed, pulling away, and then he flexed forward, cramming his cock
back inside. He pumped into her, the rhythm hard and jerky. The force of his
strokes drove her body up the bed.

Her voice rose on a moan, and she reached above her head to brace her
arms against the headboard. Her legs settled around his hips, and her face grew
taut. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted.

Max grunted as he pounded at her cunt, hammering hard, twisting to drive
to one side then the other, needing to stroke the sweet spot inside her,
needing to hear her say the words.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Her body grew rigid. “Harder!” Then he felt the
clasp and roll of her inner muscles, drawing him deeper, summoning her climax.

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his back and ass expanding with
the strain, clenching as he set his jaw and plunged. His head felt ready to
explode, his cock and balls hardening like steel.

Still, he jackhammered his hips until her groans turned to guttural
gasps for air.

Her legs and belly trembled, and her cries grew higher and incoherent.
Her back arched off the bed, and then she screamed, long and loud.

Max’s body burned like a match to dry kindling. He paused and pulled
her legs from around his waist. Then he pushed them high, using his shoulders
to force them upward so he could reach deeper inside.

She moaned, and her head thrashed on the mattress, her hands fisting
around the bedding.

He had to get deeper—so deep he’d feel her heartbeat against his dick.
He pressed her thighs into her chest and coaxed her to clasp her ankles around
his neck.

“Too much,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. “It’s too much!”

He turned his head, kissed her ankle, and drove his cock upward.

Her breath hissed inward.

“Baby, relax,” he said, realizing how absurd that had to sound when his
body was clenched, readying itself for the final assault. Braced on his arms,
her ankles snug around his neck, he rocked against her cunt, trying to keep it
slow and steady, not wanting to hurt her.

Pia’s gaze clung to his face, her eyes dark, her mouth rounded with her
gasps.

The tension built in his belly and his strokes quickened, aided by a
hot wash of creamy arousal from inside Pia’s body. He stroked and pounded,
varying the length of his thrusts, reveling in the wet slaps of his belly and
balls against her flesh. The bed shook and shimmied with the strength of his
powerful fucking. Faster, harder, until the bed banged loudly against the wall.

“Now! I’m coming again, now!” she keened. “Yes!”

Max flung back his head, his eyes scrunched tight, and he howled as his
body exploded, pumping scalding liquid from his cock in a stream of fire to
bathe her womb.

Finally, his hips slowed their pounding motion to long gliding, inner
caresses. He opened his eyes and stared down at the stranger beneath him and
bent his head to kiss her. Thanking her with his body and mouth for the gift of
sweet release.

*
* * * *

More comfortable now that her body wasn’t folded like a pretzel, Pia
yawned. What a night.
What a man!

Her limbs remained as limp as overcooked linguine, and she ached
deliciously. She lay on the bed still stunned by the strength of her climax. If
anyone had asked her—before Max—whether she preferred a gentle lover or an
animal, she’d have chosen gentle. Not that he’d given her more than a few
little bruises where his hands had gripped her ass—oh, and a pussy that felt
pretty raw and hot.

Her hands smoothed over his back in lazy circles. His breathing had
returned to normal, and the sweat on his chest and shoulders was dry, or drying
on her. It was nice just lying beneath his weight, blanketed by two hundred
plus pounds of prime, Grade-A human male.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rumbling against her breast.

“Sure.” Her jaw nearly cracked with the next deep yawn.

“Do you need to rest?”

Pia’s hands circled faster. “No, why?” she asked, her heart already
skipping in front of his answer.

“You’d tell me if you were too sore, right?”

Pia was thankful for the darkness. No way did she want this man to see
how flustered his intimate questioning was making her. “Sure.”

“Good. I want you on your belly.”

Did he expect her to snap to his order just like that? “In case you
didn’t notice, you’re anchoring me to this bed.”

He kissed her nipple and hauled himself up to kneel beside her.

Pia rolled immediately to her belly. Who was she fooling? She couldn’t
muster an ounce of irritation. She had to know what wickedness he had in store
for her next. Round one had been mind-blowing.

Besides, there was still time to complete her mission.

Max’s hands palmed her buttocks as he crawled over her to straddle her
thighs.

Pia groaned and pressed her bottom upward.

He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled through her hair to nip her neck, all
the while his hands massaged her ass, squeezing, separating her cheeks,
reigniting the fire that had only banked its embers.

Then he stretched out on top of her, his weight pressing her into the
mattress again while his cock nestled between her buttocks. The scrape of the
denim still clothing his legs only added to the wild excitement clamoring
throughout her body.

Pia sighed and wriggled, wishing she could open her legs to take his
hard cock into her body. Which place he chose to tunnel inside didn’t
particularly matter. She wanted to be filled with his masculinity.

He lifted a knee and nudged it between her legs.

Relieved they were both hurtling forward at the same speed, Pia moved
one leg to the side, then the other, as he climbed between. He stretched over
her again. But this time the hard ridge of his cock pressed directly against
the super-sensitive flesh between her legs, while his weight squashed her to
the mattress, leaving her breathless. Her body responded with liquid
encouragement, seeping out to lubricate his cock as the rolling motion of his
hips stoked the flames higher.

“I wanted to take it slow this time,” he said, an edge of desperate
laughter in his voice.

“Slow—fast, I don’t care,” she said, gasping for air. “Just come inside
me, please.”

“I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman, if I didn’t get you ready first.
Your cunt is red-hot. I’ll hurt you.”

Oh, he’d used the C-word! Her body clenched. On any other man’s lips,
she’d have taken offense, but he said it so easily, so naturally. The gravel in
his rough voice made the word erotically charged.

“So get to work,” she whispered, “on my…cunt…please,” she whispered.

He growled next to her ear, and his teeth grazed her neck. Apparently,
he liked her saying the word, too. Then he lifted off her body, and she heard
the sound of rustling bedding.

“Lift your hips, baby.”

She groaned and lifted her bottom.

“Higher.” He shoved two pillows beneath her, raising her bottom. “Do
you mind if I turn on a light?”

Pia’s breath hitched. The man wasn’t going to leave her any shred of
privacy. With her face pressed to the mattress, he’d have a view of…everything.
Places
she’d
never seen. “Do it.”

He didn’t choose the lamp on the bedside table. No, he went for the one
on his bureau, even angled it to remove any chance of shadows marring his view.

Pia groaned and pressed her hot cheeks to the bed.

Max laughed as he returned, the mattress dipping to one side with his
weight. His hands caressed her ass. “Don’t worry about it. You’re beautiful.”
His fingers combed the down between her legs. “Open your legs wider,
sweetheart.”

Once again, Pia obeyed. One part of her was eager for his exploration,
the other cringed inside at the intimacy he forced on her. A coupling in the
dark was one thing—even hanging from a stall with her legs spread wide had been
different. She’d been able to see him. Now, she was vulnerable, under his
control. Waiting for the next wicked thing he would do.

He cupped her sex with his palm. “You’re red here, and hot. Would you
like me to cool you down?”

“I thought me being hot was the whole point,” she said, her words
muffled in the bedding.

“Aroused—not irritated. There’s a difference. You’re red—raw-looking,
actually,” he said, his voice not sounding the least bit regretful.

“Are you going to give a tour?” she asked, with a bite in her voice.

“Would you like that?” Again, the sexy hint of a growl that made her
fingers curve tightly around the sheets. He squeezed her ass.

“I would never have guessed you were a man of so many words.”

“I was focused before.” His fingers traced a lazy trail between her
buttocks. “I don’t talk much when I have a target.”

“You have two targets now.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that!
“Shouldn’t you be doubly quiet?”

“But I’m enjoying making you squirm.” He nipped her ass.

She yelped and lifted her rear higher. “A sadist, then?”

“Do you like pain?” He circled her anus.

“Augh!” She bunched the bedding around her face and tried to control
the trembling excitement building in her belly. “Sometimes,” she whispered.

“I’ve left bruises on your ass. I’m sorry about that.” His mouth gently
placed wet kisses on each one.

“I didn’t mind.”

“I may leave a few more before I’m done.”

“Oh, please…”

“Seduce him or turn him.”

Pia shuddered at the memory of Navarro’s tight-lipped order. His scary,
intense stare had made every hair on Pia’s body rise.

Some of the female vamps, and a few of the males, thought he was pretty
hot with his dark, shoulder-length hair, olive complexion, and a slender face
that looked like a picture she’d once seen in a textbook of an ancient
Byzantine king.

The others were convinced he had to know a lot about pleasing a woman,
as old as he was. That he had to know dark, ancient techniques when only a look
could make their flesh burn for him. But she’d never actually heard of him
taking a lover.

The only thing he inspired in Pia was a major case of the willies.

For one thing, the man never smiled. His mouth was beautiful, perfectly
symmetrical, curved at the corners like he’d been a man who smiled a lot—while
he’d lived. Sitting in his study in his large, leather armchair, the center of
his mouth had formed a straight line. Betraying no hint of emotion, he’d talked
about the human who served as the only impediment to the Masters’ plan to
extend their reach into southern Florida.

And his dark eyes never seemed to blink. She’d stared transfixed the
few times she’d been in his presence, waiting for him to lower his lids or do
something that would make him seem the least bit—well, human…like.

“So, if he’s such a problem, why don’t Dylan or Quentin handle him?”
she’d asked, after gathering her courage.

“They are our diplomats. They must remain blameless. Besides, their
wives care about this human.”

“Do they know you’re sending someone?”

“Yes, that’s why I offered you the option of seducing him.” He waved a
negligent hand. “Otherwise, I’d have said, turn him or kill him.”

“Oh.” She looked down at her hands and realized she was clutching them
together so tightly her knuckles were white. She unclasped them and wiped off
the sweat from her palms onto her slacks.

Raising her gaze, she found him watching her curiously, like a bug
beneath a microscope, his palms pressed together and fingers steepled under his
chin.

She took a deep breath. “Do they know I’m the one you want to send?”

“They are not to be apprised of my plan,” he said, his words clipped.
“They don’t even know things are already underway. It’s best this way.”

“Quentin might not be too happy to see me,” she said, working her way
up to broaching the subject that really bothered her about this assignment.

“Quentin has softened since his marriage. I doubt he still holds a
grudge.”