Knight in Transition

by Delilah Devlin

  Emmy screeched with laughter. “You finger-fuck him—in the ass? Oooh, Dylan would never let me—”

  “Exactly.”

  Emmy and Darcy turned to Lily. She realized her mouth was still hanging open and shut it. “No way he’ll let me do that.” She bit her lower lip. “So, how did you work your way around to it?”

  Dylan and Joe turned from the monitor to stare at Quentin whose face had blushed a fiery red.

  “Ballocks!”

  Joe enjoyed the other vamp’s discomfort immensely.

  “So that’s what all the bellowing is about.” Dylan grinned with delight. “Quentin, I’ve known you for a hundred years, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn quite that shade of red.”

  Quentin’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You are never to mention it again.”

  “What do you think, Joe?” Dylan asked, grinning. “Will Lily get up the nerve to give you a poke? Will you let her?”

  “Fuck no!” He shuddered at the thought.

  “Dylan, are you going to tell the women about the surveillance cameras in the kitchen?” Quentin asked, a very unsubtle change of topic.

  “Nope. How will we ever know what they’re plotting?”

  “Have to keep a few steps ahead of those three,” Joe agreed.

  “Looks like you still have some work ahead of you to convince your little lovebird to hang around,” Quentin murmured.

  “Yeah, it does.” Joe took a deep breath. “And now’s as good a time as any.”

  Dylan snorted. “Let’s get the women to bed before they hatch any more plots.”

  *

  Lily jumped when the kitchen door slammed open and Joe stalked inside. By the look on his face, he had a bone to chew. She stood and circled to the far side of the table.

  “Hi, Joe,” Emmy chimed. “He looks mad—or horny as hell—doesn’t he, Darcy?”

  “I’d say he looks mostly pissed,” she said grinning. Her smile slipped when the other two vamps entered the room. “He’s not the only one.”

  “Why don’t you join us?” Emmy asked innocently. “We were just talking about…things.”

  Lily didn’t like the way Joe’s eyes narrowed, nor did she like the grim smile curving his lips. She feinted right, intending to make a getaway through the kitchen door, but Joe was on her in a second. With an effortless heave, he lifted her over his shoulder.

  “Joe, put me down!”

  He headed for the door.

  “Remember the finger thing!” Emmy called after her.

  Joe swatted her bottom. “Forget the finger thing.”

  “Emmy, I think they knoooow!”

  *

  Once again, Lily felt the raspy stroke of her vampire’s tongue against her most intimate flesh.

  She held her breath, trying to decide whether she should let him know she was awake. But his tongue took the choice from her, stabbing deep within her pussy to circle her inner walls, a delicious scraping against tissue already super-heated and swollen from hours of lovemaking.

  She moaned and pressed her mound closer to his wicked mouth. She opened her eyes and stared down her body, shocked to discover her thighs were draped over his shoulders, his arms wrapped around them to anchor her there. How had she slept through that?

  He smoothed his hands toward her pussy then used his thumbs to hold apart her lips as he lowered his head and began to lick and stroke her folds.

  He’d tilted the lampshade to direct light in a long halo across their bed. Golden light bathed their bodies. The sight of his dark hair and latte-colored face between her white thighs triggered a primal response. His male animal appealed to the wanton core of her soul.

  The intimacy of his act, with her legs spread wide and his mouth sucking where few men had ever wandered, shook her. A wave of tender longing caused her a moment’s panic. Keep it light!

  “Do you always raid the leftovers in the middle of the night?” she asked.

  Joe caressed her outer lips and looked up into her eyes. The hard edge to his features frightened her, reminding her she was tweaking a tiger’s tail.

  “Not much for sweet-talk, are you?”

  “Do you really want to talk?” he asked, and drove two fingers inside her vagina.

  Lily bit her lip to keep from crying out. His fingers had unerringly found her G-spot. She couldn’t move more than an inch or two up or down, yet the urge to pump her hips was so strong her belly trembled and her thighs quivered within his hooked arms. “Later,” she moaned. “We’ll talk later.”

  She sank her fingers into the short, dark curls on his head, tugging him down to encourage him to stroke her with his tongue—which he did.

  “Joe…” She moved her head side-to-side on her pillow as a wave of heat swept over her breasts, tightening her nipples into exquisitely-tuned points. She lifted a hand to caress one turgid tip and squeezed her breast, shooting more heat to her melting core. “Come inside me!”

  Joe didn’t let up, didn’t give any indication he even heard her plea. He sucked the hood of flesh that covered her swelling clitoris and let it pop noisily out of his mouth, then he sucked it again, and again at the same time shoving his fingers deep.

  Lily’s belly spasmed, and her shoulders lifted off the mattress. Her fingers tugged her nipple, pinching and twirling it. Her other hand scraped his scalp, digging in to pull him closer.

  But he resisted and smoothed his whisker-rough cheek against her open cunt. The friction, so acute it was painful, caused a shudder to rack her body. Her vagina convulsed, opening and closing, clutching his fingers, squeezing her passion-milk from her inner walls. His tongue lapped at her cream, a low moan rising from his chest to vibrate against her. Still, he didn’t stop.

  Lily mewled, her throat tightening around an incoherent litany of moans and pleas. “Please, please, pleeease!”

  He pressed back the hood guarding her clitoris and closed his lips around the glossy, engorged button, his tongue rubbing in delicious circles, wringing a second wave of dark ecstasy from her.

  As the last deep shudders shook her body, she dropped her hands to the bed and stared at the ceiling. Now his strokes soothed, and her mind wandered to the coming months when she would leave him.

  She’d found her proof of vampires’ existence in his living, breathing form. A lifelong quest satisfied. However, her victory was hollow. Despite the fact she’d known him less than a week, she knew her heart would be irrevocably torn when she left.

  She loved him without knowing a damn thing about how he really felt. She did know the dimensions, textures, and colors of his body. And she knew that something in his relentless pursuit of her surrender, the harshly, etched pain that clung to his broad shoulders and handsome face, and his barely leashed power called to something equally primitive and pain-filled in her soul.

  Joe lifted his face from between her legs, and then shifted first one thigh, then the other, from his shoulders. A predatory gleam glinted in his eyes, and Lily’s breath hitched. He wasn’t finished with her.

  He rose on his hands and knees and “walked” up her body until his knees prodded the back of her bent thighs and his face was directly above hers.

  Her gaze swept down his taut belly to his heavily engorged sex, and she reached for him, curving her palm around him, drawing a hiss of breath from between his clenched teeth.

  Reaching lower, she cupped his balls, rolling them in her palm, and watched with growing satisfaction the expressions that crossed his face—dark need, taut restraint.

  “Now, can we get back to what we were discussing previously?”

  Joe lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, were we talking?”

  “I was thinking about my last choice.”

  He quirked an eyebrow. “You want me to use my cuffs? The Captain gave them back to me when I resumed my job.”

  “No, I still want to finish exploring the last of my previous choices.” Lily smiled at his hungry, alert expression. “Are you ready to be at my mercy?”

 
; Joe’s heavy-lidded glance burned her. “I can’t wait to see those pink lips stretched around my cock.”

  Lily’s pussy tightened and her cheeks and breasts flushed with heat. “Do I get to finish you this time?”

  “Baby, I’m not making promises I can’t keep.”

  She tilted her chin. “Then I’m not going down on you.”

  “Do you play poker?”

  She looked him straight in the eye and lied. “Never.”

  “Damn!” He climbed off her, a frown creasing his forehead. Slowly, he stretched out on the mattress, his body rigid, his hands clenched at his sides.

  Lily grinned. He looked as though he awaited his execution. “Put your hands behind your head.”

  He glared at her, but he clasped his hands and slipped them beneath his head.

  “Now, you can’t interfere, understand? If you do, I’ll stop. And I won’t let you have me.”

  “Do you really think you can tell me no?”

  She shook her head and gave him her meanest look. “I know you can make me want you, but I think you’d rather I didn’t hold a grudge.”

  He took a deep breath that stretched his skin over his rib cage. “I won’t interfere. And I won’t take over…” He shot her a furious glance. “Unless you beg me.”

  Lily bit her lip. The way he said that had her worried. What did he know that she didn’t? Of course, she’d never had a man’s body totally at her mercy. “Well, fine. That will never happen.”

  He raised a single eyebrow, and his expression turned smug.

  Her blood boiled, and her gaze narrowed. He’d thrown down the gauntlet. Opening her legs wide, Lily straddled his waist, knowing her moist center slid across his skin. His eyes glittered dangerously, but Lily felt powerful. In control. It was about time she greeted the monster on her terms.

  She raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them. “I need a little encouragement. Give it to me.” She leaned down and pressed one nipple to his lower lip, tracing the curve with her tip.

  His lips remained a firm line.

  She leaned back and narrowed her eyes. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? We’ll see about that.”

  She scooted a little lower on his belly and felt his sex nudge her buttocks. “Oooh! Looks who wants to play.”

  Rubbing her breasts in the whorls of hair on his chest, she continued to work her way down his torso, licking his nipples, then biting them, all the while rubbing her body on his hard cock.

  She lifted her hips and let his engorged shaft fall between them. A slide of her moist cleft down his length drew a hiss from between his tightly clenched lips.

  Lower she went, until her knees settled between his legs. She raised herself on his arms and looked up into his face. “What was it you said you wanted? To see my pink lips around your cock?”

  She circled her mouth with her tongue, and then grinned when he groaned and closed his eyes. “Poor baby. Don’t be such a coward.”

  Joe’s eyes slammed open, but then they narrowed with sexy, menace.

  Lily’s heart tripped as she stuck out her tongue and lapped a drop of dew from the head of his cock. She spread it around her lips, painting it on like lipstick. “Mmmm.”

  “Lily?” His tone held a warning.

  She opened her jaws wide and sank over his cock, loving the way his thick shaft filled her mouth, loving the taste of his satiny skin as it glided over her tongue. The plump head butted the back of her throat, and she relaxed to take him deeper.

  “Baby!” The fingers that were supposed to be clasped behind his head combed through her hair, caressing her scalp as she raised and lowered her head, suctioning hard on every rise, relaxing on every downward glide.

  Slowly at first, she worked over his throbbing flesh, noting how his thighs quivered and his breath became labored with his growing arousal.

  She scraped his shaft with her teeth, and Joe groaned, his hands fisting in her hair now. Her hands wrapped around the base of his cock and worked the moisture from her mouth up and down his shaft. She squeezed her fists, twisting in opposing directions.

  Then the telltale pulse of his hips—shallow, circling—encouraged her to move faster until she bobbed noisily on his cock.

  His body strained, his thighs, balls, and belly turning hard as stone, shuddering with delight.

  Lily held on, working his flesh, all the while her own pussy grew drenched until her arousal dripped down her thighs and her vagina spasmed audibly, releasing a moist sigh.

  Suddenly, she halted and withdrew her mouth, shaking with her own need. When she raised her gaze to his, she found him waiting. “Please,” she begged. “I need your cock. Inside me.”

  In a blur of motion, she found herself on her knees, her buttocks high in the air, his large, hard hands holding her still as he thrust his cock inside.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh please, more!” she begged in endless supplication as Joe slammed his hips against her buttocks, driving his cock deep, again and again, his thrusts driving the air from her lungs. She clutched the bedding in her fists, her eyes closed tight while she concentrated on the feel of his body filling hers, pounding at her pussy.

  Then it was happening, that miracle of escalating power that transformed his body and elevated his loving to the next plane. His cock expanded, his thrusts, supercharged with his vampire strength, rocked her body.

  Her thighs clenched as her orgasm built, layer by layer, until she lost herself, lost her mind in an explosion of fiery colors.

  Lily collapsed to the bed, panting, crying. How could she ever give this up?

  Joe’s arms closed around her, and he pressed kisses on her shoulders and neck. He kept the connection, his waning erection still planted deep inside her body. “Why are you crying?”

  Lily shook her head. She wasn’t going to say it. He didn’t want the words.

  He sighed, withdrew from her body, and turned her in his arms.

  Lily kept her gaze averted. She didn’t want him to see her tears, or see the love in her eyes.

  A finger lifted her chin. Joe’s expression was…satisfied. “Why are you crying?”

  Her face crumpled. “You don’t love me.”

  “Why do you think that?”

  “Because this is just lust.” She sniffed. “Artificial lust. You’re just reacting to my heat.”

  “You humans have no nose.”

  “What?”

  “Your heat is past, love.”

  “You’re wrong. We did it four times tonight. That’s not normal.”

  “It must be for us.” He pressed his loins against hers. His erection was already recovering.

  “I don’t think I can keep doing this,” she whispered.

  “Of course you can. Want me to prove it?”

  She shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “You’re such a man! You don’t get it.”

  “What don’t I get?” he asked, his gaze steady on her face. “That you’re in love with me?”

  “It’s not fair for me to feel so much.”

  “You think I don’t?”

  She shook her head slowly. “No. You can’t. You’re just trying to do the noble thing. You want to take care of me because I may be carrying your child.”

  “Well, you are carrying my child. And you’re right—I want to take care of you.”

  Lily’s heart squeezed. “But it’s not enough for me. I know I need help because I don’t know a lot of things about what I am and what my child or children will become. But I need more.”

  Joe rubbed his thumb on her lower lip. “Do you know I died in this house?”

  Lily blinked, shocked. “How could you bear to come back?”

  “Because you need to be here. And somehow, the end of my human life isn’t as important now. I’ve found my humanity.” His hand slid down her belly. “My children are my humanity. Maybe yours will be something a little more than human, but I’m still man enough to feel pride and love for what we’ve made.”

  Lily took
a chance. With her heart in her eyes, she said, “I love you, Joe. I’d love you if you were completely human, but I also love your monster. You thrill me.”

  Joe closed his eyes. When he opened them, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her. “There’s only one way I can say this.” He pressed her to her back and entered her with a single, strong thrust. “I love you, Lily. You make me strong. You make me crazy—and I don’t think eternity will be long enough for all the loving I want to give you.”

  Tears streamed from her eyes as he gently rode her. Their mouths mated as their bodies blended, pouring together.

  When at last they lay spent in each other’s arms, Lily turned to Joe and smiled slyly. “You said the words, and I didn’t even have to use the finger thing.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you even consider it.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Why do you guys get so uptight about an itsy-bitsy little finger? You’ve shoved a much larger—”

  “Lily!”

  “I’m just saying—”

  “Don’t you ever.”

  She sighed and snuggled into his arms. “Will our loving always be this…” She shrugged. Words couldn’t express how happy she was.

  “Hot?” He kissed her forehead. “Sexy?” He nuzzled her face until she lifted it to receive his next kiss on her lips.

  “Wonderful.” She closed her eyes, reveling in the slide of his mouth along her chin.

  “I don’t see why not, and it’s not like we won’t have years to practice.” He drew her earlobe into his mouth and bit.

  She shivered. “Decades.”

  He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “Centuries?”

  “Boggles the mind, huh? Just think of all the time I’ll have to complete a thorough study of vampire behaviors.”

  Joe winced. “About some of your conclusions…”

  “Don’t!” She placed a finger over his lips. “I want to discover everything for myself.”

  “But…”

  “I know you want to help, but I’ll need to conduct my own interviews—get a sampling of the population.”

  His eyebrows lowered. “So long as your sampling doesn’t require a ruler.”