Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 (5 page)

If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn there was a smile in his
voice. “Well, if you’re certain I’m right for this job…”

“You’ll be perfect,” he’d said, his gaze boring holes into her. “Try
seduction…first.”

With her ass in the air and Max’s lips trailing kisses across her
bottom, Pia wondered who was doing the seducing here.

When his tongue laved the hot skin of her swollen labia, she forgot
about Navarro, forgot about her assignment. Her whole world narrowed to the
glide of Max’s talented tongue.

He licked and fluttered, teasing her with shallow inward strokes that
had her lifting her bottom to follow the motion. “I need more. This is
torture,” she said, her voice sounding thin to her own ears.

His response was to blow a stream of cooling air over her, and then he
pressed apart her lips to direct another cool stream at her opening.

Her thighs and buttocks trembled with her excitement. “Max! I thought
this was going to be fast.”

“It will be,” he murmured. “Are you complaining?” His lips closed over
her hooded clitoris, sucked and released.

She released a shaky breath. “‘Course not,” she grumbled. “You’d just
go slower.”

“Smart girl. Are you ready for a new adventure?” The pointed tip of his
tongue dipped into her anus.

She yelped in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t like that?” His tongue fluttered like the wing of a
butterfly.

“That’s not the point.” She groaned. Was he trying to thoroughly
embarrass her?

“That was
the point
—shall I prove it to you again?”

“Why don’t you go back to being tall, dark, and mute?”

“So you’re saying you’re ready?”

Was this a trick question? “Uh…yes…”

“Finally.” His hands left her rump, and he shifted on the mattress.
Then she heard his feet hitting the floor.

“Where are you going?” she asked, rising up to glance over her
shoulder.

His back was to her as he bent to remove his boots. “I’m taking off the
rest of my clothes.”

She blushed and looked away. She’d forgotten he still wore boots and
blue jeans. While she’d been naked as a newborn for the last hour, he’d been
half-clothed. She buried her face again to the sound of his soft laughter.

Then the mattress dipped and she braced herself, her body already
shivering in anticipation of his touch.

His hands settled on her buttocks, and he silently encouraged her to
come to her knees, raising her bottom into the air.

Pia buried her hot face into the bedding, a little embarrassed he could
see everything—including proof of her overwhelming arousal trickling down her
thighs.

Then his tongue lapped the cream seeping from her pussy. His moan
vibrated against her sensitive flesh, and her trembling grew stronger. His
fingers spread her folds, sliding inside once, before something broad and heavy
pressed into her entrance.

And that was only the beginning of the wonderful sensations that left
her breathless with need.

Below, his blunt, calloused fingers circled her clitoris as his cock
eased deeper into her vagina. Above, fingers teased the second little orifice,
circling then dipping inside.

Pia’s body quaked on the edge of release. “Oh Max,” she moaned, as she
rubbed her aching nipples on the nubby fabric of his comforter. “Deeper,
please. Please, Max. Deeper!”

“Give me the words, baby,” he said, his voice raspy as his shallow
thrusts built a fire inside her.

She had to tell him? Did he want whole paragraphs? “Damn you! This sex
talk is new for me.”

“Shall I stop?” He rotated his hips, circling his cock inside her.

“What do you want me to say?” she asked, the words coming out in a
rush.

“Tell me what would please you—what you want to feel.”

“That’s easy. I want your cock deeper inside me.”

“Is that all?”

“No,” her breath caught on a sob. “Your fingers. Fuck my ass with your
fingers. Please. If you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Ask me anything.”

“I just did! Fuck me with your fingers!”

“Oh baby, keep talking to me.” His strokes grew longer, reaching
deeper. His fingers tunneled in and out, keeping rhythm with his hips. “Christ,
you feel so good. Hot, tight. Your cunt’s soaking wet.”

“It’s for you,” she moaned.

His thrusts were harder now.

“Please, just like that! Fuck me hard, Max.”

“Can you take more?” he asked, his voice harsh, strained. “I want my
balls snuggled up to your clit.”

“Give me all of you, Max. Please, pound my pussy!”

His chuckle sounded strained. “Pound my pussy?”

“So, I told you I’m new to this. Just do it, buster!”

He growled and his teeth closed on her shoulder, not piercing her skin,
but hard enough to bruise. His taut belly slapped her bottom with the force of
his movements. Harder, sharper, faster.

Pia went wild, jerking her hips back to slam against his belly, taking
him as deep as her vagina would allow. “Oh, that hurts so good. Damn, you’re
big. I love your big cock.”

“Wiggle on it. Just a little.”

Pia lost control, egged on with his encouragement, slamming backward,
her hips jerking.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait.” His hand settled between her shoulder blades,
and he pressed her chest down to the mattress. “I’m gonna come.” Another finger
joined the two pumping in her ass. Then he hammered faster.

“Can’t talk. Can’t breathe. Faster! Oooh!” Pia felt her orgasm rush
over her like a firestorm, sucking the wind from her lungs, flashes of color
bursting behind her tightly shut eyelids. “Yes, yes!” she chanted, until she
could only moan as he delivered the final, powerful thrusts.

He folded over her back, both of them raised in the middle by the
hummock of pillows. He kissed her shoulder and murmured, “Pound my pussy?”

She dug her elbow backward into his ribs. “See if I ever talk dirty
again.”

His arms closed around her, and he hugged her tightly. “Baby, I don’t
mean to tease you.”

“Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but not in a mean way. It was pretty funny.” He shifted
over, dragging her off the pillows, but keeping the connection with her body.
He settled on his side, her body spooned with his.

With his arm as her pillow, Pia felt her eyelids dip. She’d been truly
fucked and fondled to the edge of her endurance. And vamps had a lot of
that—endurance. She smiled softly at the thought that Max might be her match.
And he was a human!

Just a quick nap
, she thought,
and then I’ll take care of business
.
Her mouth opened wide around a yawn. The last thing she remembered was the feel
of his hands cupping her breasts, and she slept.

*
* * * *

Max woke to find that Pia hadn’t moved an inch. She still lay inside
the circle of his arms, her rump snuggled against his groin. His cock
appreciated the soft pillowy mounds as it rubbed against her. He squeezed her
breast, but she didn’t stir. While disappointed she didn’t wake, a primal
satisfaction made him smile—he’d exhausted her.

His hands glided over the shallow indentation of her waist and lowered
to the womanly swell of her hips. She was a tiny thing, really. He wondered how
she’d taken him. Not that he’d given her much choice. He’d ravaged her body,
inside and out.

Pia would have pleased him if she’d simply given him release—but she’d
done so much more. The tension that had knotted his body was gone, melting
beneath the rays of her warm, womanly smile, her lusty appetite, and the funny
things she said. In the light of day, would she change toward him? He hoped
not. He wanted her again.

Glancing over his shoulder, he gauged the hour by the gray, morning
light sifting between the blinds. Dawn was breaking.

Deciding to close them and let her sleep a while longer, he rolled out
of the bed and padded to the window.

An indrawn hiss sounded behind him. He swung around to see something
like steam rising from a stripe of skin on Pia’s shoulder where the sunlight
touched her. She whimpered and reached a hand to cover her shoulder.

He flipped the blinds closed and stood stock-still. The stripe sizzled,
red and blistered.

Fucking hell!
A vamp was in his bed.
Sweet Pia was a goddamn
vamp bitch!

A chill wrapped around his heart and he slowly walked around the bed,
staring.

Deceptively innocent, her face was as soft and beautiful as an angel’s.
A dark angel.

Her eyes were closed, her breath so slow and shallow he could barely
tell she breathed. She’d cried out in her sleep.

When had she planned to take him? If he hadn’t loved her to sleep,
would she have nuzzled her sweet mouth against his neck and bitten when he’d
been so close to orgasm he didn’t care? Or would she have drained him dry while
her mouth closed over his cock? Now she’d never get the chance.

Although his stomach churned at the thought, he knew what he had to do.
Pia’s fate had been decided the instant she’d died the first time. All he could
do now was send her soul to hell along with the rest of the demons who’d made
her and her kind.

Damn her for getting under his skin!

Bending, he dragged his duffel from beneath the bed and slid open the
zipper. He dug inside until his hand closed around warm, smooth wood. He pulled
the stake from the bag and straightened.

His chest rose and fell swiftly as he fought anger and disappointment.
This was his calling, what he lived to do. That the most appealing woman he’d
met in a long time was one of them ate a hole in his gut.

He reached out and gently rolled her on her back.

She didn’t wake—not a flutter of an eyelash or a sleepy murmur.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her body, moving stealthily so as
not to jar her awake. He’d observed enough vamps at rest to know they slept
like the dead. Pia was no exception.

And he’d make no exception for her. Careful not to note the sweet
curves of her breasts, or the dimple he’d promised himself to explore, he
closed his mind to her spicy scent and the feel of her butter-soft skin between
his thighs. Better to get this over with quickly. He traced an X above her
heart with the tip of the stake, drawing two thin lines of blood to mark the
spot.

Then holding the stake with both hands, he raised it high above his
head. He drew in a deep breath. A shudder racked his naked body. Every muscle
in his arms, back and shoulders shook as he fought himself. This was the right
thing to do. Every demon deserved her death.

But the bloody X looked obscene against her milk-white skin. His belly
clenched at the thought of looking into her startled eyes the moment she
disintegrated into dust.

Slowly, he lowered the stake and tossed it on the mattress beside her.
He’d let her find it when she awoke. If she were smart, she’d make damn sure
they never crossed paths again.

*
* * * *

A sharp rap on his kitchen door was all the warning Max got before his
brother Alec swept into the room. Like a free-ranging dog, he scouted the
kitchen, opening the pantry door and tipping the lid to the bread bin, before
finally choosing a beer from the fridge. He popped the top, and then straddled
one of the chairs next to the table backwards.

“Make yourself at home,” Max said, more distracted than irritated. The
problem lying in his bed down the hallway still claimed his attention.

“You’re in a sour mood today.”

Alec’s cheerful tone set Max’s teeth on edge. As usual not one hair on
his blond head was out of place. His khaki slacks were pressed with a
knife-edge crease, and the cuffs of his cotton shirt were buttoned.

Max scratched his whiskered cheek and glanced down at his rumpled
T-shirt and sweat pants. His brother always made him want to take a bath.

“Kill any vamps lately?”

Max started guiltily. “Not a one,” he murmured and took a sip of his
lukewarm coffee. “Why do you ask?”

Alec took a long draw of his brew and set the can on the table. “It
explains your grumpiness.”

“So, is this a social call?” Max’s question sounded like a snarl to his
own ears.

Alec’s brows rose. “What? I can’t just drop in and say hi to my big
brother?”

“Do you need money?” Much as he loved his brother, he wanted him gone
before he nosed around the rest of the house.

Alec’s amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “I’m twenty-five,
not fifteen.”

Max stared pointedly at the beer. “But you still can’t afford your own
groceries?”

“It’s just a beer. Man, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
Alec’s green eyes narrowed. “Quentin still giving you shit?”