Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04

by Relentless

  Pia looked from one woman to the other. Both their expressions were pinched with worry. Something was definitely up. “So when are you due, Darcy?”

  The dark-haired woman’s face relaxed fractionally. “At the end of the month,” she said, smoothing her hand over the mound of her belly.

  “I think that’s the only thing I miss about being human,” Pia said, sighing.

  “Have you been one for very long?” Darcy asked.

  Pia grinned. “Well, I’m not as ancient as your old man, Emmy, but I’ve been around the block a time or two. I was turned back in the twenties.”

  “You were a flapper girl?” Emmy said, her face lighting with enthusiasm again.

  “A gangster’s moll, actually. Can’t you picture it?”

  Emmy tilted her head to the side, smiling. “Carmine red lipstick, one of those chiffon and silk chemises—yeah, I can picture it.”

  “So what happened?” Darcy asked.

  Pia blew out a breath. “The usual. Wrong place, wrong time. I went to a dance hall where the bootleg whiskey was pouring a little too freely.” She raised her glass. “I’ve always loved the taste of whiskey. But I swear, that night I only had two drinks and there I was dancing on a table. I’m sure someone put something in my drink.”

  Emmy wrinkled her nose. “So, some studly vamp fell for you in a hard way and had to ‘trink your blahd’?”

  “No. I distracted the partygoers, and G-men raided the party. My table got flipped and next think I knew, I was waking up with a cracked skull and a vamp who looked like Mortimer Snerd sucking me dry.”

  “Who’s Mortimer Snerd?”

  Pia laughed. “You’re such a baby.”

  “Well, I liked the sucking you dry part,” Darcy said, waggling her eyebrows.

  “Darcy! You have such a dirty mind,” Emmy cried.

  “I can’t help it,” Darcy said, blushing. “All I think about these days is sex. Quentin won’t do the mambo with me until I pop.”

  “You make it sound like you aren’t doing anything!” Emmy rolled her eyes. “What’s all that commotion I hear from your wing of the house?”

  Darcy swatted Emmy’s arm, while Pia chuckled.

  “So, was anyone going to tell me there was a new vamp in town?” a new voice chimed from the doorway.

  Pia peered around her shoulder, swaying in her chair. “You Lily?”

  The newcomer strode inside, dressed in an oversized T-shirt and stretchy pants. Her brown hair glinted red in the light from the chandelier.

  Pia’s glance caught on the small mound of her stomach pressing against the cotton shirt. “Good God! Is it in the water?”

  Chapter Five

  Max sat at the far end of the conference room table with his arms folded over his chest, waiting for the rest of the team to assemble. He felt like hell and knew he looked it, too. He hadn’t bothered with a shave, and his uniform had that “lived in” smell.

  When he’d left the house he hadn’t brought a clean uniform with him. He’d just wanted to put as many miles between him and that woman as he could. So he’d changed into the uniform he’d discovered at the bottom of his locker and hit the firing range. Two demolished targets later, he still hadn’t worked the rage out of his system.

  He’d let her go. His mission in life was to keep people safe—and he’d let a bloodsucker walk. His gut told him she wasn’t a stone-cold killer.

  For one thing, she’d missed several opportunities to take him out when he was his most vulnerable—sleeping a deep, dreamless sleep beside her, or lost in the wonder of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever experienced.

  He snorted, disgusted with himself. He should have known then she wasn’t human.

  Further, she had puppy-dog eyes—wide, brown, liquid—the kind that tore at your heart. Not that she’d touched his. How could anyone who had her soul shining in her eyes hide homicidal tendencies?

  The conference room door swung open, and he pushed the memories aside. He had work to do. Werewolves to track and kill. Vampires to expunge from the planet.

  Joe walked in, dressed in SU black, a coffee cup in his hand. “Hey buddy.”

  Max bristled, grunting his displeasure at Joe’s familiar greeting.

  Despite the less-than-polite acknowledgement he’d received, the vamp sat beside him. His gaze swept over Max. “Looks like you had a rough day.”

  Max’s arms tensed, bulging his biceps as he tried to contain the growl rumbling in his chest.

  Joe’s lips curved, and he tilted his chair, balancing it on two legs. “Captain Springer had the daytime team pull every report of animal attacks in recent weeks,” he said casually. “Other than a few missing dogs attributed to gators, nothing came up. Think we have an isolated incident?”

  Max grunted, wishing the others would hurry it up. Making small talk with the undead thing wearing his friend’s face made his stomach churn.

  “We’re going to make the rounds of the ‘blood banks’ tonight. See whether anyone’s heard anything. We’ll also check out any new vampires in town.”

  Max stiffened.

  Joe lifted an eyebrow and gave a slight smile—the mischievous sort Max had often seen before Joe turned. “You’ll be with me.”

  “Wearing your flak jacket tonight, Garcia?” Max said, keeping his voice even.

  “Will I be needing it—Max?”

  “You never know, old buddy.”

  The door opened again, and the rest of the team filed in. Max forced himself to relax. He felt so wound up, he was a hair-trigger away from exploding. The Captain knew better than to partner him with Joe—he’d made his feelings clear on that issue.

  However, the sly look in Joe’s face when he’d mentioned scouting for new vamps in town had raised red flags. He knew about Pia. Max had known the bitch was too good to be true—even before he’d discovered she was a bloodsucker. Just his damn luck the most appealing woman he’d met in years…

  Maybe shadowing Joe for the night wasn’t such a bad idea. He might get a chance to figure out what she was doing here and how The Council might be involved. Remembering his brother’s suggestion to pal around with Joe, Max decided to play it cool and keep his ears and eyes open.

  He glanced across the table and found Quentin’s gaze trained on him. Something was definitely up. The bastard’s face always sported a smirk. Now, his expression was a blank slate.

  * * * * *

  Max’s head pounded in time with the heavy beat of the rock n’ roll blaring inside the last stop of the night. Nine Inch Nails music couldn’t have been more appropriate for his rotten mood.

  “Look, I’m going to speak with the bartender,” Joe shouted into his ear. “Why don’t you have a look around the backrooms, see whether everyone’s playing nice.”

  Max nodded, glad for the chance to shake Joe off his back for the first time since they’d left the station. Maybe he’d even find some vamp action he could sink his stake into.

  The scene in the “blood banks” had undergone a dramatic change since The Council came into being. Before, vamps had always sought their victims in dark alleyways or the restrooms of the “blood banks”—seedy bars where the pickings were easy. Lured by the erotic and sometimes hypnotic nature of the vampires, humans followed them into darkness.

  If they were vampires with souls or at least a healthy streak of self-preservation, they played by the rules and drank only enough to sate their appetites while leaving their human hosts slightly dizzy from blood loss. The gift the humans earned in return for serving as meals-on-legs was a powerful sexual release.

  Since vamps were hard to spot unless they forgot to retract their teeth or wore their monster faces, Max had often crept into dank, dark hidey-holes to catch a vamp in action and dust him.

  Now vamps had public places, poorly lit backrooms in bars, where humans and vamps could mix and be watched. This was considered an improvement. So long as the sexual conduct remained fairly PG, no one interfered with consensual blood sharing
. Prostitutes and thrill-seekers were the only human fare—that was another rule: No innocents could be taken here.

  When Max pushed through the door of the “feeding room”, he hoped for one little scream so he could let loose.

  The heavy thump of the drums was just as loud here as in the main hall, because the room was packed. The sound of the bass beat was muffled, but insistent, like a relentless, throbbing heart. A colorful light ball spun overhead, painting the patrons in strobing, rainbow colors while they undulated to the music and their sexual fervor.

  Max edged around the room, checking the humans to make sure they were conscious and pink-cheeked. Unfortunately, everyone appeared to be playing nice.

  Then he caught a glance of a familiar mane of glossy brown hair among the dancers. He shoved between gyrating bodies until he stood behind Pia and her human meal. The young man was groping her backside, grinding his hips into hers while her face snuggled into the crook of his neck.

  Max’s shoulders bunched tight as steel, and he saw red. His hand sought the stake deep inside his pocket, but he realized he didn’t want to kill her.

  No, he wanted to plant it deep inside the chest of the man who looked ready to shoot his load in his pants.

  Max watched the pair, letting his anger grow with each passing second until the man’s face tightened with his release. Pia held him while the young man spasmed, gasping as his orgasm rushed through him. Then she slowly pulled away, licking his neck to close the punctures.

  At the sight of Pia raising her face to kiss the guy’s cheek, Max had all he could take. He stepped forward and clamped his hand on her shoulder, squeezing hard.

  Pia glanced back, but didn’t look particularly surprised to see him. Blood stained her lips, and her vamp teeth peeked beneath her upper lip. She turned to her host and murmured something that made him smile. He let her go and headed for the bar. Then she shrugged her shoulder.

  Max dropped his hand, but reached for her wrist and tugged her hard, pulling her into his arms. “Didn’t you get my message, sweetheart?”

  She pressed her hands against his chest and glared. “A girl has to eat. I worked up quite an appetite last night.”

  Slipping the stake from his pocket, he glided it along the bare skin of her midriff. “Don’t think I won’t carry through. I let you off light the last time.”

  She shivered, and her nipples flowered, scraping his chest. “I’m a girl who appreciates a good, hard poke.” Holding his gaze, she licked the last traces of blood from her lips with a sensual sweep of her tongue. Her incisors remained protracted.

  Max’s body tightened, hard as the stake inside his fist. “You just happened to be here, right? My last stop of the night.”

  Her eyelids shuttered her expressive gaze. “And if I said, I’ve been following you?”

  “No way. You got here before I did.”

  Pia lifted her lips fractionally, baring the length of her fangs. “I work fast.”

  “You wanted me to see you feed on him?”

  “I want you to know what I am. I don’t want secrets.”

  “Why would it matter to me?”

  Rising on her toes, she whispered next to his ear, “Because I don’t want to worry that when I sleep in your arms, you’ll destroy me.”

  With the stake still in one hand, Max gripped her upper arms to push her back. Looking down into her face, he said, “That’s assuming we’ll ever share a bed again.”

  “Won’t you? Don’t you want me?” Her hand crept down the front of his pants and cupped him. “Tell me this isn’t all for me.”

  His erection burned at her touch. Much as he would have preferred to deny her, he did want her. But it was just a physical thing, he told himself—she was one hot little lay.

  He grabbed her hand, intending to shove it away. But through his slacks, he could feel the heat from it, and her fingers curved around him, squeezing. Instead of doing what he should have, he held her hand against him, encouraging her to rub up and down his length. “I hate this,” he bit out. “I hate you.”

  She tongued his nipple through his T-shirt. “But you love the sex, don’t you? So do I.” Her mouth pouted, and her gaze smoldered. She glided her hand beneath to cup his balls. “I want you to fuck my brains out, Max.”

  Max drew a deep breath, fighting his need for this woman, reminding himself—she’s the enemy, a demon in a pretty package.

  A demon who was driving him out of his mind with her sexy little nibbles. Her fangs scraped his skin through his shirt, while her hands played with his dick and ass.

  He shuddered, knowing he was quickly losing this battle of wills. He snagged her wrists and forced her arms behind her, bending her back.

  Excitement brought a rose flush to her skin. “Are you going to do it here, Max? Are you going to sink that stake deep inside me?”

  Witch! Oh, he wanted to sink something into her—the same something they were really thinking about. He wanted to drill a hole through his uniform to get at her. He slid his fingers around her arm and pulled her to a dark, shadowed corner, pressing her back against the wall.

  Her expression wasn’t gloating—it was tight, flushed. She wanted this as badly as he did. He dug beneath the hem of her cropped top until his fingers spread out, cupping the mound of her breast—the one he’d painted with her blood.

  Her nipple hardened, and Pia leaned into his hand, encouraging him to strengthen his grip.

  He squeezed the little globe and plucked the velvety nipple with his fingers.

  Pia opened her legs and slipped her hands inside the back pockets of his pants to pull his hips between hers.

  Max couldn’t help but rub his erection against her. With one hand, he sought the juncture of her thighs. This time no scrap of silk covered her sex—she was naked.

  “See?” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Her sex was hot—so wet, moisture trickled down his fingers as he delved between her lips. “For all I know, you’ve been fucking your way through dinner tonight.”

  She flinched, but quickly relaxed her expression and offered him a sly smile. “Jealous? I promise the only cum you’ll find inside me will be yours.”

  He fingered her nether lips, sliding back and forth in her juices. “You want this? You want to do this here?”

  Her hips danced on his fingers. “Yes,” she moaned. “Now.”

  He groaned and then remembered what was in his other hand. Although, his body was so hard he could break bricks, he went cold at his core. He trailed the tip of stake up the inside of her thigh.

  Her eyes widened with alarm.

  “Don’t you trust me?”

  She swallowed hard, her gaze locked with his. “If you tell me you won’t kill me now, then yes.”

  He pressed the blunt end about an inch into her pussy. “Don’t worry about splinters. I sanded it myself. It will slide in smooth as satin.”

  Her eyes widened, but her body shivered and gushed its approval. Her mouth trembled and Max noted a battle seemed to be fought behind her brown eyes—she didn’t want to want this, and she was frightened.

  Good. He lifted one eyebrow—a challenge. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Kiss me,” she said, her eyes glistening with tears, “and then fuck me with that stake. Satisfy your need to drive it into me, Max.”

  Max leaned down and kissed her, sliding his mouth over hers, drinking her moans. His tongue licked her lips and slipped between, touching the tips of her fangs then sliding deeper to stroke her tongue.

  Opening her legs wider, Pia lifted a leg to hook over his thigh. “Do it,” she whispered.

  With both hands between her legs now, he spread her lips wide and pushed the stake gently inside her, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Her moans deepened against his mouth, and he made his kiss rougher, harder, until he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked.

  He’d thought he had control—a dispassionate distance from which he could love her body and steal her pri
de. But his hands shook with his own raging desire.

  Her body writhed against him as he pushed the wooden stake deeper and began stroking her vagina with short, pulsing glides. Pia’s hands shook as she sought the belt at his waist and unbuckled it, found the snap at the top of his pants and lowered his zipper. Then her strong, hot hands were wrapped around his cock.

  Max forgot where he was, forgot there were people all around them. The woman groaning against his lips and fisting his cock was his whole world. He growled and stroked his penis between her hands.

  “Bastard! Tell me you’re not fucking her with a goddamn stake!”

  Max jerked at the deadly sound of Joe’s voice. He lifted his mouth from Pia’s and stared down at her. Slowly, he slid the stake from her. His body shook with unspent desire and rage at his partner’s interruption. But in the back of his mind there was also a healthy dose of shame for himself.

  He slipped the stake into his pocket, while Pia lowered her leg and straightened her skirt. He shoved his engorged cock back into his pants, and then he turned to face the vampire behind him.

  Joe’s face was a mottled red. “Pia, get behind me.”

  “So you know each other,” Max said quietly, feeling his stomach clench that his suspicions about Pia might be true.

  “Just met today, partner.”

  “I’m not in any danger, Joe,” Pia said.

  “You don’t know Max, sweetheart. Get behind me.”

  Feeling like a bear protecting his mate, Max stepped between Joe and Pia, clenching his fists. “I gave her my word I wouldn’t harm her here.”

  “No, you didn’t,” Pia said.

  Max leveled a narrow glance at her.

  Pia shrugged. “I asked, but you never promised.”

  Joe’s shoulders bunched like he was ready to take a swing. “We’re still on the fucking job.”

  Max shrugged. “So we were blending in.”

  “You went too far.”

  Knowing Joe was right didn’t ease the ache in Max’s groin. He turned to Pia. Unfortunately, looking into her face didn’t help matters any either. Her lips were still dewy and reddened from his kisses, and her nipples poked at the fabric of her miniscule top. He forced his shoulders to relax. “I have to get back to the station.”