Truly, Madly...Deadly (a vampire romance) (Night Fall Book 2)

by Delilah Devlin

  Joe glowered, but his expression changed when his gaze drifted from her face and down her naked body. The look grew feral. “Damn Darse! 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 are for her.”

  Darcy felt liquid trickle from her cunt. She was downright embarrassed about how arousing this discussion was becoming.

  When two sets of 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.

  Joe leaned over her to kiss her lips, and Darcy’s gaze 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 his 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. Feeling 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. They 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.

  Darcy moved her hips restlessly on the mattress.

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

  Then their hands smoothed over her belly and thighs, coming up the soft insides, pressing her legs 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, and then licking downward to the nest of damp hair.

  Joe showed no mercy, he bit her—large, open-mouthed bites, never hurtful and 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 nubbin at the top of her folds.

  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, Darse,” 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 stretching 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 him deeper.

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

  At the sound, Joe withdrew his fingers. “No, you don’t. Not 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 uncomfortable 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, sweetheart.”

  Darcy’s ass burned, stretched beyond what she thought she could comfortably take, but the pull 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, and kissed her. “Darcy, can you take more?”

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

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

  “I’m only coming a little way into your cunt, love,” Quentin said. “Joe, you’re to wait until she’s ready. She’s tensing again. Here’s the gel.” He passed the tube to Joe.

  Joe pushed her hair forward and swept his tongue over the vertebrae at the back of her neck.

  Quentin scooted closer, his cock brushing her belly.

  Sandwiched between the two men, Darcy was starting to have second thoughts. The heat coming from their bodies drew away the air from her lungs. She was panting, shivering, and neither had
entered her yet.

  Quentin extended his arm for her to rest her head upon, and Darcy felt a moment’s ease when she looked into his face. His watchful gaze searched hers.

  She brushed her fingers over his cheek and caressed his shoulders. He covered her breast, and she sighed. She slid her thigh over his, opening her legs for him to fit between.

  Quentin’s hips pulled back then his cock nudged her cunt, found her moist welcome, and he surged inside her.

  Her thigh tightened around his hip, pulling him deeper into her, and he pulsed, shallow thrusts that slowly stoked her fire.

  Joe’s hands smoothed down her back to her buttocks, and he squeezed, helping her press closer to Quentin. Then his fingers pushed inside her ass.

  Her breaths shortened, catching on ragged sighs and moans. Her hips found Quentin’s rhythm and she countered it, pressing her pussy forward to greet his strokes.

  At the sensation of Joe’s cock sliding between her cheeks, she deepened her undulations, forward and back.

  He pulled out his fingers and pressed the thick, round head of his cock against her opening.

  Sure she’d never take him inside, she whimpered. The pressure became unbearable and she opened her mouth to beg him to stop, and then gasped when he shoved past the tight ring.

  “Christ, you’re tight.” Joe’s forehead rested on her shoulder, and his hips stilled. A shudder shook his long frame.

  Darcy burrowed her face into the crook of Quentin’s neck and moaned. “Give me more, Joe. Please, give me more.” Her hips jerked when he surged into her, crowding her delicate tissues.

  She didn’t realize she was shaking until Quentin’s arms surrounded her. “Now, Joe. Prepare her neck. You know how.”

  As his cock stroked deeper into her ass, Joe’s tongue slid along her neck.

  Darcy gasped. Filled to bursting with cock, she was on the brink of splintering into a thousand pieces. Her hands clutched Quentin’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

  Joe resumed pumping against her ass, and Darcy had to move. “Quentin?” she asked her voice quavering.

  His mouth settled over hers. His arm crooked beneath her thigh to lift it, allowing both men room to slide deeper into her body. Quentin surged forward until he was fully seated.

  Pinned between them, she couldn’t move her hips. She quaked, whimpering and moaning, not recognizing the animalistic sounds erupting from deep within her throat. She accepted their deepening thrusts, their hips countering each other’s moves.

  Quentin’s lips lifted from hers. “Now, Joe,” he growled.

  Joe’s hands circled her chest to clasp her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. A rumble from behind her was all the warning she got before his teeth sank into her neck.

  Darcy screamed, loud and long, then closed her eyes tightly.

  Quentin kissed her again, his tongue sliding along hers, and she bit him. He growled and thrust harder.

  Joe’s rumbling grew to a roar, and his hips jerked out of synch, faster. Burning her ass as his thick cock stretched her farther.

  Faster, harder, deeper, their thrusts grew wild, and Darcy writhed between them, sweat breaking over her body, cream gushing in her cunt.

  Quentin’s hips rolled and jerked, and his arm drew her thigh higher.

  Joe’s hands moved lower to close over her hips, anchoring her to receive his hard, pistoning cock.

  Beyond words, Darcy’s body took their thrusts, and she forgot to breathe. Then her orgasm rolled over her, clenching her belly, tightening her vagina and ass, pulsing, caressing their cocks. Both men growled, and Darcy screamed as release washed over her.

  The men rocked, their cum spurting inside her body.

  She didn’t know she was crying until Quentin licked tears from her face. As Joe closed the small wounds on her neck, he withdrew his cock, but Quentin stayed buried deep inside. His arms pulled her closer, and she turned her face to nestle in the crook of his neck.

  Joe kissed her shoulder and drew away, leaving the sweat on her back to cool in the air. She heard the sounds of water running in the bathroom, but she couldn’t stir herself to move away from Quentin.

  Quentin kissed her temple. “Come, my dear, I’ll help you with your bath.” He offered his hand to pull her to her feet.

  She was grateful for the support when her legs crumpled beneath her. With a shaky laugh, she let him lead her to the bathroom.

  As Quentin passed Joe in the doorway, the two men exchanged nods.

  When the door closed behind the woman he loved and her vampire, Joe quietly left the bedroom.

  Chapter Eight

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  Darcy woke to find early morning light rimming the curtain, and a heavy weight draped over her. She smiled when her scattered thoughts coalesced. She’d fallen asleep with Quentin’s head upon her shoulder, his cock embedded between her legs.

  “Good morning.” He didn’t open his eyes, but his mouth curved into a smile.

  “Feeling pretty puffed up this morning?”

  He arched an eyebrow. “You’re very chipper, considering.”

  “Considering what? That I feel like a two-dollar whore who has a hundred in her pocket?”

  His eyes popped open. “That was rather coarse.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I’m feeling rather…sticky this morning.”

  “I’m sorry, I’ll move.” He rose on his forearms, lifting his torso, which only pressed his cock deeper inside.

  She rubbed her heels on the back of his thighs and pressed down, keeping him firmly inside. “Not yet. Please?”

  He lowered himself on his elbows, his face inches from hers. The smirk that was never far from his lips stretched lazily.

  Blushing, Darcy immediately covered her mouth. “Maybe I should brush my teeth first.”

  Quentin shook his head. “A little tooth scum won’t put me off. Not when I find myself buried inside someone so delightful.”

  “No, really. This isn’t a minor case of halitosis.”

  “No. I’m not moving until you tell me what your first impulse was.”

  Beneath his watchful stare, she squirmed. “A morning kiss?”

  “As in ‘good morning’, or as in ‘morning-after-thank-you-for-the-great-sex’ kiss?” His eyes crinkled at the sides.

  Darcy felt exposed—more so than the previous evening when her body had been examined and explored thoroughly by two men. Exposed and vulnerable. She pushed at his shoulders. “As in ‘good morning, I need to get up’.” She removed her feet from his thighs and waited for him to get the hint.

  “I think I’ll see for myself which it is.” His head dipped and his mouth swooped down to take hers in a lazy, erotic kiss—his open mouth rubbing her lips, until she forgot her embarrassment and sighed.

  When the kiss ended, Darcy gave him a coy glance. “Well, you didn’t expire. So which was it?”

  His mouth curved into a self-satisfied smile. “It was a ‘wake up, I’m horny’ kiss.”

  She laughed and raised her legs to circle his waist. “You’ve got me there. Took you long enough. You are a slow riser.” She gave his cock a squeeze with her inner muscles.

  “I believe we’ve been insulted.”

  “I will think you both lack stamina if you don’t get down to business quickly.” She tightened her thighs to hug his body close.

  His cock pulsed inside her, edging deeper. “What business are you speaking of?”

  Feeling deliciously wanton, Darcy quipped, “The business of giving me pleasure.”

  “What compensation will you give me for my services?” he asked in a haughty tone.

  “Shall we barter?” The very idea sent a shiver through her body. “Service for service?”

  His hips flexed, driving him deeper. “Hmm. Bears consideration.”

  “Like for like?” she said breathlessly.

  “I think not. Wouldn’t be a fair trade. We’re not made the same.”

  “Because we’re vampire and human?”


  “No. Man and woman.” His fingers skimmed her breast. “You’re rounder here.”

  “Barely,” she mumbled.

  A growl sounded from deep inside his throat. “The tips of your rounder breasts are larger and longer…” He tugged on the distended tip of her nipple. “…and more sensitive than mine. Playing with my nipples won’t make me nearly come. You have a distinct advantage.”

  Darcy mewled and curved her hips to encourage him to move.

  “And then there are the more obvious differences.” His hand crept between them, and he fingered her clit and drove his hips upward to emphasize his point.

  Not to be out-caressed, Darcy reached between their bodies, curving her hand around the cock embedded in her pussy and cupped his balls. “I envy you this.” Her fingers ringed the base of his penis. “…and this. I imagine just pulling off your clothes could excite you. And yet, when you come inside me, you’re still less vulnerable than I am. A woman must accept a man’s intrusion.”

  “Love, we’re made vulnerable in different ways.” He pulled away her hands and pressed them against the pillow beside her head. His cock stroked inside her—deeply. “Your woman’s body holds secrets a man can’t understand. And you possess a treasure—a warm, moist place a man can burrow inside.” He pulled back and stroked again. “Yet, only when the woman is someone we trust can we choose to linger in her solace.”

  Quentin stoked the slowly building fire with a series of gentle glides, pulling out and driving forward. Then he held himself still inside her, gazing down at her face, the heat and tenderness in his expression melting her from the inside out. “Your cunt is a place of solace, but my cock will always be an intruder and will always beg entrance.”

  She like the way he talked. The words were poetic, and made her feel beautiful and feminine—something she took for granted in her day-to-day. She tightened her legs around his hips and wound her arms around his broad shoulders. “You’re wrong. Your cock fills the emptiness inside me, and I haven’t the will to refuse your entrance. I want you inside me. I would hold you there forever if I could.”

  His face grew solemn. “This solace is transitory, love, as long as you remain human. Otherwise, I would keep you thus forever.”