My Immortal Knight 2: Love Bites

by Delilah Devlin

  “Meaning, he’s not a monster?”

  “Make an excuse. He needs time to get on his feet. And he has to feed soon.”

  She looked at Joe, his eyes closed, suckling like a babe on Quentin’s wrist.

  “He needs blood from a source.”

  “Meaning not…recirculated?”

  “Just enough to take the edge off his hunger. Then we can feed him steak or animal blood.”

  Darcy glanced away, sickened by the reality of what would be Joe’s existence. “Take him to my place. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

  “Darcy, perhaps it would be best we found another host. The longer he waits, the stronger his thirst will be. He’ll be out of control.”

  “I made the decision to make him what he is. His first meal won’t come from a stranger.”

  Chapter Seven

  Hours later, Darcy let herself in the front door, dreading the coming moments. She’d lied to the SU team and Captain Springer about Joe. In a few hours they’d know it and she’d lose her place on the team, and likely lose her job altogether. But that thought was the least of her worries. She had to face Joe and see whether her gamble had been for nothing.

  The kitchen door slammed open, and she jumped. Joe filled the doorway, fury darkening his face, his chest heaving with suppressed rage.

  Her hand crept to her throat, fear leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. She doubted Joe was going to thank her.

  Quentin followed him out of the kitchen.

  Her gaze shifted to him, but his expression gave away nothing of his thoughts, which made her even more nervous.

  “You bitch!” Joe cursed. “You’ve made me into a thing. You didn’t have the right.”

  Trepidation pumped her heartbeat faster and she opened her mouth to explain, but realized she really couldn’t. He was right. She’d made the choice for him, knowing how he felt about vampires. She straightened her shoulders, ready to face his ire.

  Quentin laid a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “We talked about what happens next. You need to feed.”

  “Shut up!” He shrugged off Quentin’s hand with a jerk. “This is between her and me.”

  “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

  “Then you can watch,” Joe snarled.

  Quentin looked ready to strike him, but Darcy shook her head.

  Joe stalked toward her and Darcy held her ground, refusing to back away. This was Joe. He wouldn’t hurt her. He might be mad as hell, but he wouldn’t hurt her.

  Grim-faced, he reached for the front of her black T-shirt and ripped it away. “Get your clothes off.”

  Shaking, Darcy swallowed, her eyes widening as Joe crowded closer as if daring her to step back. “Can we at least go to the bedroom?” she asked, needing a moment to collect her courage.

  “Strip now.” He enunciated each word slowly, his nostrils flaring. “I smell your fear. Smart lady.”

  She lifted her trembling hands to the front of her sports bra, opened it and let it drop to the floor. His hand covered her breast immediately. He flicked the pad of his thumb on her nipple and it puckered, drawing to a tight point.

  “My boots,” she said quickly. “I need to sit down.”

  He shoved her back against the couch and she fell over the arm. He ripped at the laces and jerked her boots off, one at a time, then he pulled her to her feet again.

  Her composure lost, Darcy sent Quentin a wild-eyed glance. What are you going to do?

  His jaw tightened, but he remained still, his hands fisted at his sides.

  “I said take off your clothes,” Joe snarled.

  Darcy grabbed for the snap at her waistband, popped it open, and slid down the zipper. He stood so close her head rubbed his belly when she knelt to push the pants down her legs. Her cheek glided along his straining erection.

  Naked, she straightened, fighting to keep her hands at her sides rather than covering her breasts.

  The corners of his mouth lifted. It wasn’t a pleasant smile.

  She shivered, alarm and a wicked thrill coursing down her spine.

  Before she could protest, he ducked and shoved his shoulder into her belly. She folded over him and he straightened. Lifting her from the ground, he headed for her bedroom.

  Darcy raised her head to find Quentin, hoping he would intervene. His jaw was set and his gaze a little wild. He followed them inside, turning on the lamp on the bedside table.

  Her breath left her in a whoosh when Joe tossed her on the mattress. He stripped in seconds and fell across her. “No preliminaries, sweetheart. I’ll fuck you before I eat.”

  His thighs forced hers apart, and he rammed inside her. Even as tears of outrage filled her eyes, she couldn’t deny the ease of his entry. Her pussy was drenched with her arousal.

  Joe allowed her no time to adjust nor room to breathe. He pinned her arms to the bed high above her head. He pumped into her, hot and fast, his chest flattened against hers. With his face inches above her, he forced her to see his anger and accept the pain he inflicted.

  His cock pounded away at her womb reaching farther than she thought he could. His girth was thicker than she remembered and crammed tightly into her channel with each forward stroke.

  While her mind protested his rough treatment, her body ripened. Her nipples swelled, the tips stabbing at Joe’s chest. The delicate tissues lining her vagina released a wash of pre-cum that lubricated his cock and eased his passage.

  “If I’d known you got off on violence, I’d have raped you long ago,” he murmured.

  “This isn’t rape,” she gritted out, finding it difficult to speak as he pummeled her. “I’m here of my own free will.” Darcy decided to prove it. She raised her legs around his hips and gripped him, pulling him deeper into her.

  With a growl, he pumped faster. His scowl tightened, and he closed his eyes and flung back his head. With a final thrust he came, his warm ejaculate spurting into her.

  For a long moment they stared at each other. Then he released her hands and dropped his forehead onto her shoulder. Darcy enfolded him in her embrace and held him until his breath slowed.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice strained.

  She squeezed her eyes tight, relieved Joe was intact, and still her friend. Remorse meant he still had a conscience. “I know. It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay.”

  He pushed away and she unwrapped her legs and arms. Rolling to his back, he covered his eyes with his forearm.

  Darcy lay sprawled on the bed, her legs splayed, tears leaking from her eyes, utterly defeated. Joe’s soul had survived, but his unhappiness wasn’t a matter of adjustment to his new state. He hated what he’d become. And it was her fault.

  She heard the rustle of clothing and her eyes found Quentin. His face was taut, his gaze haunted. He removed his clothing and lay down beside her, opposite Joe. Darcy opened her arms to him.

  They lay on their sides facing each other. Quentin wiped her tears away with his fingers then rubbed the moisture onto her nipples in slow circles.

  Darcy leaned toward him and kissed his lips, her breath catching on a jagged sob when his mouth molded to hers.

  He made love to her, sweetly, slowly—his hands soothing her frazzled nerves. He rubbed away the tension in her shoulders, circled each bump of her spine in slow, melting caresses until her sorrow eased. He built a slow fire that raised dimples on her nipples and drew the tips to hard points. His hand moved to her belly and he massaged away the tension she hadn’t known was there, smoothing with his fingertips, gradually increasing the pressure using his knuckles to knead. She almost drifted to sleep beneath his tender ministration until his hands slid southward, dipping between her legs.

  She eased her legs apart, allowing him entry, and he circled her opening without dipping inside, building a slow ache that had her arching gently into his hand, seeking more of his sensual solace.

  He kissed her, his lips lapping hers in an undemanding kiss, and suddenly, she wanted more.

  Sh
e wound her fingers in his soft hair and pulled his face closer to deepen the kiss, making kitten sounds in the back of her throat to tell him how well he pleased her.

  He drew back from the kiss and her eyes opened. His face was taut, his nostrils flared, and she knew the cost of this sweet seduction to his control. “Love, Joe must feed, and you have to take him into your body again to ease his lust while he does it.” He inserted a finger into her channel and swirled inside. “He’s waited too long to drink without the bloodlust overcoming his senses—unless he substitutes sexual lust for bloodlust. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

  She nodded, not happy he prepared her for Joe’s benefit. She bit back a moan when a second finger slipped inside her.

  “You have her well primed,” Joe muttered behind her. “She wants you.”

  “You made a ballocks of your previous opportunity, pup,” Quentin countered angrily, even as his hands continued to gently seduce her body. “You’ll do this under my guidance. A first feeding can take a man’s mind. I won’t let you harm her by forgetting yourself.”

  “But she wants you. The scent of her arousal is growing by the moment.”

  “Perhaps…” Darcy’s voice was so soft and uncertain, she wasn’t sure they’d heard.

  Quentin’s gaze met hers. “What is it, love?”

  Darcy swallowed, not believing what she was about to ask. “Could you both make love to me?”

  He grew completely still.

  Behind her, Joe’s soft, cynical laughter shook the mattress beneath her.

  Her hands framed Quentin’s face. “I want you, but he needs me now. Can’t I hold you and take both of you inside me?” She knew her face flamed at the whispered suggestion.

  Joe stopped laughing.

  “You’re very tight there,” Quentin replied, his words spoken with deliberation. “He’ll hurt you.”

  “Then help him prepare me…to take him.”

  “You try me, Darcy,” Quentin said, his voice sounding hoarse. “I haven’t any liking for sharing you with another man.”

  Her heart thrilled at his words. “Tonight ends it. I promise.”

  He drew in a deep breath. “You have a lubricant?”

  Darcy couldn’t believe he conceded so easily. “In the nightstand.” As he turned to reach for the tube, a mix of dread and guilty anticipation stepped up her heartbeat.

  “Such a nasty girl,” Joe said, his hand reaching around her to cup her breast. His lips opened over the curve of her shoulder. He forced her to her back on the bed.

  Quentin placed a hand in the middle of Joe’s chest and shoved. “You won’t treat Darcy harshly, not in word or deed or I’ll dust you.”

  “Are you so sure you could take me?”

  Darcy rose on her elbows. “Joe, put a sock in it. If you’re going to suck my blood, you’re damn well going to treat me with respect. You may be a big, bad vampire now, but you’re acting like a brat. Cut it out.”

  Joe glowered, but his expression changed when his gaze drifted from her face and down her naked body. It grew feral. “Damn Darc! This isn’t easy. I can feel changes creeping over me—some I’m fighting to control.”

  “That’s why you won’t feed unless I tell you,” Quentin said. “Darcy needs to trust you won’t hurt her, again. So for now, our attentions go to her.”

  Darcy felt liquid trickle from her cunt. It was downright embarrassing how arousing this discussion was becoming.

  When two sets of male nostrils flared and sniffed, she thought she’d rather find a hole to hide in than face their knowing expressions.

  Quentin’s mouth curved into a smirk and Joe’s eyebrow lifted in a mano a mano challenge.

  Darcy’s heart sounded a loud tattoo they couldn’t fail to hear.

  “How ‘bout we start north and work our way south?” Joe asked, giving the lead to Quentin.

  Quentin nodded and indicated Joe could start first. Quentin lay down on his side, resting on his elbow to watch.

  As Joe leaned over her to kiss her lips, Darcy’s eyes didn’t leave Quentin’s face. If he was still jealous of Joe’s presence in her bed, nothing in his expression betrayed him. Darcy almost wished for a flush of anger or a frown.

  So when Joe’s tongue darted into her mouth, she clutched Joe’s hair to deepen the kiss. Their tongues parried and stroked. Their mouths ate each other’s lips in wet, sultry kisses.

  When they drew apart, Darcy’s mouth already felt swollen.

  Joe left a trail of wet kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and lower to her breast. With his hand kneading the soft underside, and his mouth kissing the tops of her quivering flesh, Darcy reached for Quentin.

  Quentin leaned down and licked her lips. Opening her mouth, Darcy touched her tongue to his without seeking a kiss. Their tongues mated softly, lapping at each other’s tips. The kiss that followed sealed their mouths then slid, creating a soft suctioning that drew Darcy’s belly tight once more.

  When they parted, Darcy stared at Quentin for the longest moment. I love you.

  Joe tongued her nipple, encouraging it to peak. Quentin nibbled on her earlobe.

  Darcy tried to keep silent against their determined onslaught, but her gasps and soft moans caught her by surprise. They gave her no room to hide the depth of her growing excitement. Quentin’s hand slid down to palm her neglected breast, and Darcy’s hips moved restlessly on the mattress.

  When both men’s hot mouths closed over her nipples, Darcy’s back arched off the mattress, pressing her chest high. The men worked in concert, sucking, chewing softly on her sensitive stems.

  Then their hands smoothed over her belly and thighs, coming up the soft insides of her thighs, pressing them apart until her core was open and exposed.

  Darcy’s breaths became jagged and she shook—fine tremors that radiated down her belly and trembled through her thighs. Quentin made a shushing sound and kissed her belly, swirling his tongue into her belly button, then licking downward to the nest of damp hair.

  Joe showed no mercy, he bit her—large open-mouthed bites, but never hurtful, that surprised and excited her. His hands lifted the leg nearest him onto his shoulder and he buried his face between her legs, nipping and kissing her thighs.

  Quentin’s fingers stroked around her labia, taking the fragrant glaze seeping from within her to tease the swollen kernel at the top of her nether mouth.

  Joe’s tongue darted inside her, fluttering, stroking, lapping her cream like a cat.

  Darcy sighed noisily, watching the two heads, one with long silvery-blond hair, the other close-cropped black, circling over her flesh. “Ahhh, please,” she pleaded. “Take me, now.”

  “Sweetheart, you’re not nearly ready for us,” Quentin murmured. He reached for two pillows. “Joe, help me get these under her hips.”

  Joe rose, and Darcy moaned at the loss of his mouth from her cunt. His hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her high enough for Quentin to slide the pillows beneath her. Then the two men knelt, staring at her splayed thighs.

  “You have the prettiest asshole, Darc,” Joe said, his voice deep and growling, his hand stroking his cock. “I’m gonna fuck it ‘til you scream.”

  Feeling a twinge of fear, Darcy tried to close her legs, but both men tugged her legs wider and higher.

  “I’m afraid we still have some work to do before she can take you.” Quentin reached for the tube of K-Y. He squeezed it onto his fingertips and gave her a glance that sent prickly heat dancing across her belly.

  “I’m going to stretch you with my fingers. Relax when I come inside you.”

  Joe apparently understood his role, his fingers dipped inside her cunt to finger-fuck her.

  Darcy’s hips rolled, trying to take his fist deeper.

  Quentin rubbed the ointment around her asshole and Darcy quivered, her head digging into the mattress as she arched. Then he inserted one finger and swirled inside her ass.

  She cried out and Joe withdrew his fingers. “No, you don’t. N
ot yet.”

  The loss of the extra stimulation kept her from creeping over the edge of her climax. Instead, he stroked her thighs—teasing passes that glanced against her labia without ever giving her the deeper strokes she craved.

  Quentin inserted a second long finger inside her and Darcy moaned, feeling herself tighten to resist his invasion.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” he crooned. “Let me in.”

  Darcy couldn’t take it. The pressure burned. “This is too much,” she whispered.

  Joe’s mouth latched onto her nipple and he suctioned, drawing the tip between his teeth.

  With Joe’s teeth gnashing on her nipple and Quentin fingering her ass, Darcy’s sphincter gradually eased. Then she had to move. She needed more—and told them so—loudly. With her head thrashing on the mattress, her hand sought her other nipple and she tugged it, twisting gently.

  Joe’s hand pushed hers to the bed. “Not until we say so, Darc.”

  Darcy’s ass burned, stretched beyond what she thought she could comfortably take, but it caused an exquisite pain. Her hands clutched the bedding.

  Quentin pulled out partway then stroked back inside. Then he repeated the sweet torture, in and out, stretching and burning her tender tissue.

  Darcy whimpered and circled her hips.

  “You’ve been so good,” Quentin said, his voice a deep rumble. He leaned over her, his fingers still shoved deep inside her and kissed her. “Darcy, can you take more?”

  Darcy sucked his lower lip between her teeth, all the while her hips continued circling on his fingers. “Oh, please. Give me more. Come inside me.”

  “Joe, let’s take her, now.” Quentin pulled his fingers away and wiped them with tissues from her nightstand. Then he pulled the pillows from beneath her.

  Joe tugged the sheets to the end of the bed and tossed them to the floor.

  As she watched the men prepare the bed, Darcy hugged her belly, trying to still the tremors that grew stronger by the moment. Excitement so strong she could smell her own arousal created an ache that clamped her thighs together involuntarily. Her fingers crept to her clitoris and she rubbed herself.

  “What did I tell you about helping yourself?” Joe knelt on the mattress and rolled her to her side to face Quentin. Then he snuggled next to her back, his cock flush against the crease between her buttocks.