Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04

by Relentless

  She shuddered and moaned, “Closer.” Undulating her hips, she scraped her clit into his crisp hairs. A shock of electricity shot straight to her core, and she strained closer. “Do it again.”

  “No. Too late,” he said, his voice raspy. “This isn’t about you now.”

  Pia opened her eyes. “Not fair,” she gasped. “I’m not even close.”

  The hungry, dangerous glint in Max’s eyes gave her heart a jolt. Hot arousal gushed from deep inside her while her vagina tightened its grip around his cock.

  Max groaned. “I need more.” He pushed and shoved her hips, grinding deeper, faster. “I’ve gotta fuck you hard.”

  Pia sobbed and flung her arms around his neck. “Please, Max. I need that too.”

  He rose from the chair in one easy, powerful motion.

  Pia wrapped her legs around his lean waist to keep him lodged inside her, but he didn’t go far. Her back met the cold wood of the door.

  He pressed his forehead against hers. “Your ribs—can you take it rough?”

  Pia placed her palms on his cheeks, and whispered, “Rattle the door off its hinges, baby.” She tilted her head and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth to mate with his.

  Max tasted like sin. Lusty, dirty sin.

  He dipped his knees and heaved upward. His cock stroked deep inside her cunt. There wasn’t time to savor the sensations because he thrust again, hard. The kiss ended when she had to gasp for breath.

  He thrust again and again, until Pia calibrated the climb to the summit by the sweat that gathered on his forehead and back, and the excess arousal smearing her thighs. He battered her body against the door, his own breaths becoming labored, harsh, grunting as he drove up inside her.

  The door didn’t rattle—it thudded loudly. Almost as loudly her moans. This was what she’d needed. A hot, powerful claiming.

  Then he changed the length of his thrusts. Angling side to side, pistoning his hips, until the heat deep inside her cunt burned like flickering licks of flame that spread outward, tightening her legs and belly.

  “Max! I’m coming, Max!”

  “Christ, don’t wait. Give it to me.”

  “Fuck me! Max!” Her shouts echoed around the kitchen, punctuated by the pounding on the door. Pia had the fleeting thought that anyone listening might think an earthquake rumbled through the house. But that was her last lucid thought as Max drove her body to climax.

  She gasped, arching her back against the door, her pussy convulsing around his cock, squeezing, milking him for the essence of his life force.

  How long it lasted, she’d never be sure, for afterward she clung to him like a wilted vine, sobbing.

  Max pressed her body to the door and speared his fingers through her hair, lifting her face from the crook of his neck. “Stop crying, Pia. I’m sorry. So sorry.”

  But she couldn’t stop. She clutched him tightly, her legs squeezing around his waist to hold him to her, afraid to break the connection lest she lose the feeling—the glowing one that burst like sun above the rim of the earth at morning. A sight she’d been denied for three quarters of a century.

  “I swore I wouldn’t hurt you.” Max said, stroking her hair. “Didn’t mean to. Fuck!”

  Finally, she heard what he was saying and opened her eyes. “Baby, you didn’t hurt me.” She kissed his chin, his jaw.

  “I was too rough.” His eyes were filled with regret.

  She kissed the side of his mouth. “No. You were perfect. Too perfect. I didn’t know I could feel so much.”

  “But—”

  She pressed her lips to his—a close-mouthed blessing. “You weren’t too rough with me. I promise. Would you be standing in a puddle if I hadn’t liked it?”

  He blinked and a smug smile tilted the corners of his lips. “I am? Damn, why do I still have my shoes on?”

  “I needed your violence every bit as much as you,” Pia said, holding his gaze, willing him to understand she’d accept his sensual deflections—for now. “Remember, I’m a vamp. I’m not some frail human girl. I can take everything you give me.”

  His eyelids dropped halfway. She recognized that look. He was considering what she’d just said and wondering what new limits he could push.

  Pia felt a smile curve her lips. “Seeing the possibilities, now? Hmmm, lover?”

  * * * * *

  Max stood back from the window. The blanket he’d hung ought to keep the sun at bay. He grunted. He didn’t miss the irony of the care he took with this vampire woman.

  He turned to the bed and Pia. She slept curled on her side. Knowing what she was, he still felt uneasy at her stillness. But she definitely needed the rest—she’d fallen asleep before dawn in mid-sentence.

  Equally jaded, he smirked, feeling self-satisfied—his balls were drained dry. The woman could fuck. She could take anything he gave her.

  He set his alarm, crawled back beneath the covers, and pulled her into his arms, draping her just the way he wanted—her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, her thigh nudging his spent cock. When they awoke, he wanted her to be right where he needed her to be for a little dusk delight.

  Now that she slept and wouldn’t attempt to distract him with her sexy demands, his mind was free of the clouding lust that had driven his body the past hours. Free to contemplate the woman lying beside him and the mystery of her sudden appearance in his life.

  Her arrival in his life hadn’t been a coincidence. That much he was sure of. The male vamps knew her well. He guessed she was an enforcer, of some sort, for the northern council—the one that had spawned the new community of vampire masters here. And her latest assignment had been him. But to what purpose?

  His hatred for all vampires wasn’t a secret. But he’d done his job, suppressing his natural animosity for their species. If not accepting of them—he’d tolerated them.

  And he didn’t think he posed any great threat to their organization. He was just one lone werewolf.

  So what had changed?

  The only thing that came to mind was the woman no one spoke of in “mixed” company—Joe’s wife, Lily.

  Max had seen her only once on the day Joe returned to Vero after his “sabbatical”. Max had known instantly what she was. A breeder in heat. Her scent had been provocative, drugging—an aphrodisiac so potent he’d hardened to oak in seconds.

  Others of his kind hadn’t missed her arrival either. The male wolves had caught a hint of her tantalizing scent in the air that first day, and they’d been restless ever since to discover her whereabouts.

  He wished he hadn’t been in the conference room when Joe arrived, looking haunted, bitter. The woman with the cinnamon-colored hair had entered behind him, her pinched, white face betraying how overwhelmed and frightened she felt.

  Max’s body had stirred at her irresistible allure—but she belonged to Joe. So he fought it, tamped it down viciously. Eventually, her heat had passed and the hormonal dementia it had created dwindled.

  He wished now he’d never mentioned her to Alec. Ever since, his brother had reminded him of his duty to his family. Of the possibility that Lily could breed a vampire—the likes of which would be more powerful and horrifying than the creatures born from a vampire’s bite.

  The kind that had killed their mother.

  Max and the other pack members had been raised on tales of the Old Wars. They’d sat fascinated as any child listening to stories of heroic deeds and mythical monsters, little realizing the truth behind the tales.

  The stories bred fear of beasts that walked the night, undead bogeymen and women who’d eat a cub if they caught one alone.

  That fear became an abiding hatred, reinforced by the training wolves received as they approached their majority. Training that helped them blend among humans, so they might protect themselves and their families from detection. Training that helped them master the monster within and prepared them for The Final Battle for dominion over the Earth.

  Max had trained and learned along w
ith the others, but his time living a “blended” life, had taught him how insular his upbringing had been—and how narrow the vision of the clan’s future.

  Now, he recognized the hatred he was taught for what it really was—prejudice. The woman beside him had changed his heart—opened his mind to the possibility that wolf and vampire could coexist. Her dark passion ignited a sensual storm that paled in comparison to the purely animalistic urges Joe’s wife had stirred. He was afraid he might be in love with her.

  But what was he to do about his brother? And was it really possible a breeder was going to bear an abomination—a vampire child? As far as he knew, no one in his immediate clan had ever seen one. His mother’s death had been attributed to one—but Max wondered how much truth lay in the tale. Had it been embellished to support their fears, to invigorate their fight? There was no living wolf left to corroborate the tale.

  The only thing Max could think to do was discover whether Lily truly carried Joe’s child. If she didn’t, he could put Alec off her scent, and Max wouldn’t be forced to make an impossible choice—between killing Joe’s wife and offspring or disloyalty to his clan.

  But how could he learn the truth when she never set foot outside the Masters’ fortress? It was a given he’d never be invited inside.

  He could think of only one way to get inside The Compound. To accomplish it, he’d have to betray the woman sleeping in his arms. His arms tightened around her as if he should protect her from his intent.

  He could tell himself he was laying to rest issues that stood between himself and his vampire teammates—or attempt to justify his actions by claiming Pia and the others hadn’t been honest with him about her presence in Vero either. Neither felt honorable, and neither was the truth.

  The truth was, he had to know whether a creature like the one who killed his mother grew inside the belly of his best friend’s wife. If one did, he’d have to destroy the woman to prevent its birth.

  Killing vamps had never been hard—until he’d had to spend time with them. Now they had names and faces he’d remember—soft brown hair and silky skin he’d never tire of touching.

  He hoped like hell he found nothing in The Compound. And would never have to make the choice.

  Worse, if he was discovered inside the Masters’ dwelling, he’d lose Pia and likely his life.

  * * * * *

  Something wet and slightly rough lapped his balls. Before he even opened his eyes, he pulsed his hips against Pia’s mouth.

  Seemed Pia was still working on proving a vampire lover’s advantages.

  Max could definitely attest to the indescribable pleasure her long cat-like tongue was giving him as she rasped his balls and shaft. He groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging to encourage her to move higher.

  A low, throaty laugh vibrated against his flesh. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I woke up horny.”

  “Sorry, my ass,” he said, growling with feigned irritation. He peered at her through slitted eyelids.

  She sat perpendicular to his body, bent forward so her hair caressed his thighs and groin. Her eyes were closed; her lips glided along his penis until she reached the crown. Then she swallowed him, suctioning strong, her cheeks hollowing as she wrung pleasure from his core. One hand continued to massage his balls, tugging gently, while the other grasped the base of his cock and worked up and down his long shaft. By her expression, she was sucking the most delicious lollipop imaginable.

  God, she was beautiful.

  Max reached for a breast and plucked a velvety bead. Her hips wriggled and he took the hint, moving his hand to her buttocks. He lifted his hand and smacked her.

  She gasped and sucked harder.

  Her reaction encouraged him to experiment. He squeezed one cheek, rubbed it in circular strokes until it heated, then slapped her again.

  Pia shuddered and her belly lowered, raising her buttocks against his hand. Her teeth grazed the tender flesh of the head of his cock—her tongue fluttered inside the tiny eye.

  “Let me suck your cunt, sweetheart,” he said, his voice harsh with need.

  Without breaking the rhythm of her bobbing head, she crawled over him, centering her pussy above his mouth. She drew back from his cock. “If I have to tell you what to do, I won’t be sucking you off,” she said, her voice tense.

  “Then tell me with your body.” His hands reached around her to grasp her buttocks, and he lifted his mouth to her fragrant, moist cunt. One lap of his tongue and he knew she was very close to coming—she dripped creamy excitement. Not one to pass up a gift, Max licked the excess moisture from her thighs, her plump, down-covered lips and finally traced the edges of her delicate folds. The salty taste of her had him growling deep inside his throat.

  He decided it was time to show her one of the advantages to be gained from having a lupine lover.

  His tongue lapped her flesh, like a dog drinking from a bowl, his tongue caressing the length of her slit in quick strokes.

  “Oh my God. Max! That’s incredible!”

  He grinned and lifted his hips to press his cock against her mouth—a not-so-subtle reminder that she had work to do as well.

  She opened her lips and bobbed her head down his cock until he touched the back of her hot throat.

  Satisfied she was back on track, he nuzzled between the inner folds of her sex and slid his tongue inside her, licking the inner walls of her vagina as far as his wolf’s tongue could reach.

  Pia’s thighs trembled, but she continued to move on him, her hands and mouth gliding in unison, if perhaps a little jerky now.

  Max rolled his day-old beard against her hooded clit and continued to stroke her with his tongue. Then he squeezed the mounds of her buttocks and glided his fingers toward the crevice between them.

  Pia’s shudder racked her body, and she mewled—the sound making a shivery vibration on his cock that hardened his balls to stones.

  Close. She was so close he could feel the slow, building spasms inside her channel and taste her fresh enthusiasm.

  He circled a thumb over her anus and observed a marked increase in her quivering. Her breaths came in shallow pants. Feeling powerful, he pressed the blunt, thick ball of his thumb inside, noting the tightness of the orifice. He nearly spilled his seed then and there at the thought of pushing his cock past that tight little ring of muscle.

  The warm glove of her mouth lifted. “Oh Max!” Pia gasped. “I’m right there. Please, I’m gonna come.”

  “Don’t stop sucking me, Pia,” he said, making his voice low and dangerous. “If you do, I won’t give you what you really want.” He licked her cunt as a reminder.

  She dipped her cunt lower over his mouth. “What if I give you something…unexpected,” she said, her voice husky. “Something hotter than you’ve ever imagined?”

  He knew she was talking about the gift of a vampire’s bite. Somehow, the thought of Pia drinking his lifeblood wasn’t distasteful. If he allowed it, she’d know what he was. Perhaps now was the time to tell her—when she was so wrapped up in her own arousal, she wouldn’t be able to stop until she’d fed well. Perhaps when she had the essence of his life warming her belly, she’d be ready to listen…to understand. “Show me, baby.”

  Her hands stroked his belly and thighs. “I’ll be the best you ever had, Max. Promise.”

  Max turned his head and kissed her inner thigh. “Baby, you already are. Just don’t bite my cock.”

  Chapter Eight

  “I promise you’ll only feel a prick,” Pia said. “You’ll love it.”

  He bit the tender skin of her thigh. “Maybe, but just the thought of…”

  Pia laughed, a strangled sound that ended on a groan. “All right. I won’t bite your cock.”

  Max rolled his chin on her pussy. “And what do you want, baby?”

  She groaned again. “You’re not going to make me say it, are you?”

  “Uh-huh.” He rubbed her anus with his thumb. “Tell me.”

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��Oh, do that again.” Her hips pulsed back, then forward, until she rocked. Shallow pulses, Max wasn’t sure she was even aware she made. “I want…you to fuck my ass with your fingers while you lick me with your incredible tongue,” she said, her words coming out in a rush.

  “All right. I think I can handle that. You ready?”

  “Are you?”

  Damn, she sounded sexy. Max didn’t answer. Instead he put two fingers in his mouth and wet them. Then he stroked his incredible tongue deep inside her body while pushing one finger past the tight ring of her asshole. He rotated his hand, easing her tight muscles before pressing another finger inside.

  “Sweet, sweet Jesus!” she moaned. “Oh, that hurts so good.” Her body told him how much she approved when her cunt tightened rhythmically around his tongue. Pia went to work, gliding her tongue up and down his cock, lubricating it so her hands glided easily along his shaft. Then she licked his balls.

  At first, Max felt only the rasp of her wet tongue, and then he noticed a slight, burning that turned to a tingling sensation. He recognized the cause—she’d released the enzymes in her mouth, the ones that numbed the flesh of her hosts. Christ, she was going to bite his balls!

  Max’s thighs tightened, his cock felt ready to explode—if she bit him there, he wouldn’t last a second. He had to distract her.

  With his tongue stroking her vagina and the fingers of one hand pumping inside her ass, he brought his free hand to the top of her pussy and pushed back the skin covering her clitoris. He found the hard, slick knot and touched it with the pad of his finger.

  Pia widened her stance, bringing her cunt lower still. Her belly quivered now against his. Then he felt her mouth close around his balls, and he tensed.

  There, where his sac snuggled against his groin, he felt the prick of her teeth. She hadn’t lied—the pain was slight and he relaxed a fraction. Then she drew blood, and he heard her gasp.

  He didn’t give her time to think about what her tongue tasted—about the undeniable fact his wolf’s blood revealed. He rubbed her clit, working his fingers back and forth, faster, as he finger-fucked her ass and laved her juicy channel.