“Alec, please fuck me hard,” she keened, trying to slam back on his cock.
“Tell me you love me,” the wolf growled.
Stasia sucked in a shocked breath and shook her head. “I…can’t.”
He stopped moving. “Because you don’t?”
Stasia closed her eyes. “Because you’ve never said you love me,” she whispered.
His teeth nipped her shoulder. “That’s not the way this works, baby. You have to take the chance. You have to break free. Go for broke.”
Her body trembled, close to ecstasy while her heart broke. “But that leaves me naked. Totally in your control. You want everything from me.”
His muzzle rubbed her neck. His hips circled once, screwing her deliciously. “Trust your instincts, Stasi.”
Still she fought him although the tension building along her channel rippled on the verge of something wonderful. “It’s not hard for you,” she gasped. “You’re not giving anything up. All you want is my obedience, my devotion.”
“Sweetheart, if you haven’t noticed, I already have that,” he said, the wry note sounding sexier than it ought to in his beast’s voice.
“You’ll hold all the power,” she said, her voice thin and high.
“I won’t abuse it, I swear,” he rumbled in her ear. “And you’re wrong. Ultimately, you hold the power, baby. I can’t take control without your willingness to be mine.”
“I love you,” she blurted out.
His tongue licked her jaw and shoulder, and his hips drew back, pulling his thick cock out until only the swollen head remained inside. “Hold on, I can’t stop now.”
Disappointed he hadn’t given her the words back, nevertheless she couldn’t resist the heat that built with the powerful thrusts he delivered, each one harder and sharper than the one before. No one had ever fucked her like this—controlled, precise power—all of it directed at her pleasure.
His domination was his gift to her. He’d sensed her need and given her what her body and soul craved most. That was real love.
That he’d also discovered a wicked delight in torturing her was just an added benefit—and incentive to keep him torturing her until they were old and gray.
His strokes scooted her across the carpet, but she welcomed the hot, stinging burns growing on her knees. She’d beg him to lick them better later. As his hips hammered faster, her cries built into howls that intertwined with his as they both crested the wave.
Alec sank over her, his snout nuzzling her ear. “I love you, Stasia. And you’ll marry me. No argument, hear?”
Tears stung her eyes. She nodded, unable to push words past her tight throat. Slowly, she relaxed, knowing everything would be all right. Alex would take care of her and her sister. They’d be her family. She didn’t need more. She had everything now that she had Alec’s heart.
Her last thought as she drifted into sleep was she couldn’t wait to wear his collar.
*
Quentin woke as the sun slipped beneath the ocean snuggled next to his beloved’s naked body. His hand cupped a small breast, his thigh rode her slim hip. He kissed her shoulder and fingered the rosy-brown nipple until it spiked.
Her flesh remembered him. If he slid his hand between her legs, she’d cream and he could take her like he’d been dying to do so many nights. But the release she’d bring him would be hollow.
He pulled away his hand and sat up on the side of the bed, bowing his head as he gathered the strength to do what he must. Then he turned back to check the manacles that kept her limbs chained to posts on the floor at both ends of the bed.
His sleeping beauty was healed—in body. The gruesome wounds the wolf had left in her belly and skin had closed, not leaving a single scar to mark the change. Even her belly, that had swelled so with child, was flat—no trace of her pregnancy to mar her pale skin.
He picked up the razor blade on the nightstand and made a thin, but deep cut down his wrist, piercing the throbbing vein beneath the skin. He held his hand above her mouth, pleased she drank without him having to resort to manipulating her throat. She really was getting better.
By the time his wound closed, her mouth stopped moving, her hunger assuaged. Now, he needed to find a meal to replenish what he’d lost. He dressed slowly, always listening to the sounds of her breathing, hoping for some little sign she’d waken—and dreading it, too.
Her injuries had been so extensive she might never wake up. He almost hoped she wouldn’t, because he feared what he’d find in her eyes. A revolver rested in the drawer of the nightstand, a bullet chambered in the awful event she woke…changed.
He wasn’t sure he could do it. He hoped he wouldn’t have to. She’d remained in a coma since the night of the attack, had barely survived as he’d held her torn skin together with his hands and licked her wounds over and over to help her heal and fed her his blood to save her life.
But she could very well carry the werewolf’s poison in her blood. There was a chance, when the next full moon rose in the night sky she could awaken a beast. A nightmare. A maddened rogue with a vampire’s strength.
Perhaps Navarro had been right. He should have let her life slip away that night, but he couldn’t bear the thought. If there was one chance on Earth that she could be saved, he’d give it to her.
Without her he was a shell of man. If he was forced to use the silver bullet to end her life, he’d greet the sunlight and join her in death.
He slid the glass door open and stepped out onto the sand. Two days until the full moon. Two days left to try to save her.
There was only one person on the planet who might possess the magic to awaken her and prevent the werebeast from rising.
The creature who’d sired him.
After the attack, he’d bundled Darcy into a bloody sheet and carried her to the private plane he’d paid a fortune to acquire. With her slack body strapped into the passenger seat, he’d flown her to his birth place in the Caymans on the blind hope that she would help him.
Following the curve of the familiar shore, he felt the breeze lift his hair and plaster his shirt against his skin. The palms creaked as they bent to the rhythmic gusts.
A little farther, his heart beat faster. But where a crude wooden shack with the palm-frond roof had once stood was a white-washed villa with an iron gate. Maybe this journey was for nothing. The past he’d sought to leave behind was really gone.
Maybe there wasn’t any hope left for Darcy…or him.
Pushing through the creaking gate he stepped onto a tiled patio and caught a whiff of an elusive fragrance, like honeysuckle and mint. Hers. Already he braced himself for the sight of her dusky skin and the sound of the island patois in her whiskey-rich voice.
She’d seduced the human man, made him a slave to her passion, until the day she’d taken his life and pulled away the gauzy curtain that had hidden the true darkness in her heart.
A footstep sounded behind him, and he stiffened, closing his eyes to steel himself against her glamour.
“’Bout time you come home, husband.”
About Delilah Devlin
Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. She has published over a hundred-fifty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and she is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Kindle Worlds, Montlake Romance, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.
You can find Delilah all over the web:
WEBSITE
BLOG
TWITTER
FACEBOOK FAN PAGE
PINTEREST
Subscribe to her newsletter so you don’t miss a thing!
Or email her at: [email protected]
For more Night Fall stories, check out:
Sm{B}itten
Love Bites!
> Emmy Harris knows she’s not perfect. She has a little extra padding and isn’t the brightest bulb, but you’d think she was a sexy rock star the way everyone at a certain night club treats her from the moment she walks through the door. In fact, the two sexiest men there can’t seem to keep their hands off her, until one of them sweeps her away to his private domain. A girl like her isn’t going to waste a chance like that! So he’s a little rough and likes to take a nibble or two while he pleasures her. For a girl who didn’t know she’d never experienced a full-blown orgasm before, Dylan’s eccentricities are delicious!
Dylan O’Hara only wants a night of passion to slake his lusts, but finds Emmy is a full-bodied, red-blooded siren whose innocence and humor draw this Master vampire like a moth to a red-hot flame. When Emmy attracts the attention of a serial-killing vampire, Dylan vows to protect her, but he fears he’ll lose Emmy once she discovers he’s not human.
Truly, Madly…Deadly
Just this once…
On the trail of a serial killer, vampire Quentin Albermarle is mistaken for the killer by a police special task force. Once the smoke clears, Quentin finds himself in a delicious position—atop one of the unit’s crack officers, Darcy Henry. In need of Quentin’s access to the vampire sub-culture, the task force leadership invites Quentin to join the crime unit as a special advisor, much to the chagrin of the men in the unit, and especially, of Darcy.
Caught between opposing forces, vampire and hunter…
A no-nonsense cop with no time for romance, Darcy suddenly finds herself embroiled in a steamy love triangle between her mortal partner, Joe, and the handsome vampire. Going from abstinence to wantonness, she is unable to resist the two men’s relentless seduction or her own sensual curiosity about a vampire’s special “kiss”.
A hunger like no other…
When the real killer threatens the life of someone close to her, Darcy makes a choice that forever binds the three of them together.
Knight in Transition
A member of an elite police unit sworn to hunt vampires, Joe Garcia’s life is turned upside down when he’s transformed into one. On a quest for a cure, Joe’s search brings him to New Orleans in a last-ditch effort to recover his humanity.
Professor Lily Carlson, a renowned expert in vampire lore, has a condition of her own. Her sexual libido has been in hyper-drive for months. Her only defense is to hide behind her glasses and tweed suits and stay as far away from men as possible. However, she’s thrilled to discover vampires really do exist when Joe shows up on her balcony.
Although Joe deflects her attempts to make him a case study and confirm a few vampire statistics, he is drawn by her powerful allure. When werewolves join the chase and track her through New Orleans, Joe’s cop instincts tell him there’s a mystery to solve. Intent on protecting her, he must seek help from the last vampire on Earth he wants to ask.
While his hopes for deliverance from his fate dwindle, Lily’s life is forever altered by an unexpected inheritance.
Wolf in Plain Sight
To Super-cop Max Weir, the only good vampire is a dead one. Since his special police unit integrated with vampires, he’s had to suppress his natural hatred to work side by side with the undead to hunt down and terminate the deadliest killers. Now the unit’s hot on the trail of a new menace in town, a pack of werewolves prowling for vampires who don’t care whether humans get in their way.
When a stakeout goes awry, Max enters a bar looking for a fight or woman to help him blow off a little steam. What he finds is a winsome siren whose sexual appetites match his own.
Vampire Pia D’Amato is on a secret mission to take out Max—either by seduction or turning him. He’s become a liability to the Masters’ Council setting up jurisdiction in southern Florida, and she’s not leaving until she’s done the job. But Max is more man than she bargained for with a deadly secret of his own.
Knight Edition
Sidney Coffey, Seattle’s “News at Nine” girl, uncovers the scoop of a lifetime and her ticket into serious journalism. The only problem is—without proof—no one’s going to believe the victims of recent gang killings are in fact “undead” and vampires!
With her gut telling her there’s an even bigger story lurking beneath the surface, she decides to beard a reclusive vampire master in his den for an interview. But meeting the master only complicates things. For a woman with a voracious sexual appetite, the tall, dark and gloomy vamp proves an irresistible challenge.
When a reporter trespasses on his estate, Navarro is at first amused then annoyed that the little baggage is close to putting together the pieces of a dangerous plot involving an old enemy and a group of murdered geneticists. To keep her safe, Navarro issues an invitation he won’t let her refuse.
Silent is the Knight
In the aftermath of a terrible hurricane, Noelle Moyaux questions her gift of sight until a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger sets her on a path to save his soul.
Magnus Thornton is a millennium-old vampire who has found evidence of an old foe’s evil at work in the demolished city of New Orleans. Weary of the fight, he decides to greet the coming dawn after a night reveling in his favorite indulgences—a bottle of wine and a willing woman.
What starts as a night of sensual delights ends in a revelation of mutual discovery when Noelle quickly creeps into his heart. The ancient vampire, so jaded from life he never speaks, must now persuade her to flee the city before it’s too late.
Night Fall on Dark Mountain Page 11
