AllHallowsHeartbreaker
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“I don’t have anything to wear. I’ll send back your robe,” she paused to sniff. “Wherever it is.” She hated when she cried. Her face puffed up like a blowfish. And she needed a Kleenex. Dylan’s last sight of her would be of an enormous, snotty nose and eyes nearly swelled shut.
“I wasn’t talking about my robe. Come here, Emmy.”
That didn’t sound like a goodbye. She squinted to see his face, but he still looked imposing. Afraid to read too much into his invitation, she figured he just wanted to offer her a little manly comfort—before he let her down easy.
“I know men hate tears. But I can’t help it,” she said, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I just keep thinking about it. He was there. His blood was such a temptation, and I just wanted a little bite—”
“Em,” his voice lowered in warning. “Don’t remind me.”
Emmy’s heart leapt. That particular tone in his voice usually preceded an intense sexual experience. He was jealous! “Ooooh!” She started crying a fresh spate of tears.
“For fuck’s sake.” Dylan’s hand clamped over her arm and he jerked her toward him.
Emmy fell against him and buried her face in the soft fur of his chest.
Dylan stretched his arm to slide the drawer of the nightstand open and drew out a packet of tissues. “There,” he said. “You’ve twenty of them to mop up the mess.”
She hiccoughed and plucked at the plastic, but she couldn’t open it.
Dylan cursed and took the packet from her. After a moment, he shoved a tissue into her hands. “You’ll stop crying this instant.”
Emmy took the tissue and blew her nose loudly. “I can’t stop, just because you order it, you know. Once it starts,” she shrugged, “I’m pretty much at its mercy…k-kinda like that po-poor man.”
“Then how do you stop crying?”
“I think happy thoughts.” Emmy blew again. When she finished she handed him the tissue.
Dylan tossed it on the floor and handed her another. “Happy thoughts?”
“Yes, like ice cream and pepperoni pizza thoughts.”
“There’s freshly cut steak in the refrigerator.”
Emmy perked up at that thought. At least they wouldn’t starve tonight. Although she had no intention of leaving the house any time in the near future to hunt. She couldn’t trust herself. Her face crumpled again.
“I thought steak was a happy thought.”
“It is.” Her shoulders shook with the next bout of crying.
Dylan pushed her down onto the bed. Before she guessed his purpose, he was hovering over her, his cock pressed against her entrance. “Want a happy thought?”
“Is this a pity fuck?”
Dylan rolled his eyes. “Are you quite through feeling sorry for yourself? We’ve only an hour of darkness left and I’d intended to ride you all the way to dawn. And this isn’t fucking.” He pushed his hips forward, spearing into her.
Emmy’s hands closed over his buttocks, “Then what is it?”
“Did you just stick your tissue to my ass?”
“Oh!” Emmy quickly pulled it off his skin and tossed it over the side of the bed. “You changed the subject again.”
He drew all the way out of her, and then placed the head of his cock at her entrance again. “Tell me what you want, Emmy.”
“I want you, Dylan.”
He gritted his teeth against the urge to surge inside. “Be more specific.”
“I want your cock inside me?” She was in pain and he wanted to play semantics?
He shook his head.
“I want you to fuck my brains out!” she shouted at him. What else did he want?
“Not fuck!”
Emmy’s heart stilled. He wanted the truth. “I want you to…make love to me.”
His breath gusted out. “Was that so hard to say?”
She nodded. “Yeah. It has certain connotations, you know.”
Dylan circled the head of his penis around her opening. “Tell me more, Emmy. What connotations?”
Emmy’s forehead scrunched into a frown. He wasn’t going to leave her any pride left. “Such as, you must be in love to make love.”
The head penetrated her opening, and she wriggled her hips to caress him with her inner muscles.
“And are you?” he asked. His face was taut. Heat stained his cheeks. But his eyes staked her to the bed.
“You’re going to make me cry again.”
“Oh no, you’re not.” He pushed deeper inside her. “Only happy thoughts. Fucking is a happy thing, right?”
“I thought you said we were making love?” she wailed. “Are you taking it back?”
Dylan flexed his hips, driving his cock inward until he was fully gloved. Then he lowered his body over hers and rested on his elbows. “Am I taking what back, Emmy?”
“That you love me.”
He raised a hand to brush her hair back from her face, while his gaze held hers. “And do I?”
“You must love me.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re looking at my blowfish face, and you aren’t throwing up.”
His gaze narrowed. “No jokes now, Em. This is just you and I. Only the truth between our skins. Do you think I love you?”
She was afraid to say it, in case she wasn’t right. And she said so. “I mean, you might just be obligated to love me. You sired me, right? You have to love your children.”
His face grimaced. “You make it sound like incest.”
“I like this kind of incest. Will you fuck me, now?”
“Only if you say the magic words.”
Emmy held perfectly still.
“Em?”
“I’m thinking. If I say it, you’ll feel obligated to say it back. And then I’ll never know the truth until you’re packing a suitcase to run away with the maid.”
“Bloody hell. Just say you love me.”
She drew in a deep, ragged breath. “I love you,” she blurted.
He nodded. “Fine. That’s all I asked.” He pulled back and drilled back inside her.
Emmy couldn’t help rolling her hips in response to his deepening plunges. But she really wished he’d stop, so she could think. “Well? Aren’t you supposed to say something?”
“What?” he asked, closing his eyes and groaning as he picked up the pace.
Emmy’s hips slammed upward to meet his thrusts, even as her face screwed up, ready to wail.
His eyes opened. “Not again. I love you, Em. I wasn’t going to give it to you so easily. You don’t deserve it. I’ve loved you longer, and frankly, you’ve put me through hell.”
“Dylan…” she said, her voice lowered in warning.
“What?”
“Shut up and fuck me. You’re starting to sound like me.”
“Good God!” He leaned back, and hooked his arms beneath her legs. “I know one way to make certain neither of us has the strength left to talk.”
Emmy’s hands fisted in the bedding. He was as good as his word. In minutes, she was breathless and grunting with each hard stroke he delivered. His glorious face, red and glistening with sweat. His body was taut as a bowstring as he pounded at her cunt.
And looking down her body, she saw what he saw for the first time, her body cushioned his thrusts, her belly shivering and rolling, her nipples peaking—beckoning him to suckle.
The parts of them that moved together were wet and lightly furred. His cock a strong, straight sword speared into her warm, wet scabbard.
They were made for each other. Beautiful together.
“You’re getting that look again,” Dylan said, his breaths coming in short pants.
Emmy sniffed. “I’m not going to cry. I’m going to come.”
“Then hurry it along,” he said. “I won’t last another minute.”
“But you haven’t changed.”
“I told you. It’s not required. I simply…have to be…completely…” His arms jerked her hips up, snug against his groin. Shor
ter, sharper thrusts, faster than before.
Emmy’s back arched off the bed, her shoulders grinding into the mattress to press her hips higher. Then she was flying, screaming as she hurtled toward the stars.
When she grew aware of herself again, she looked up to find Dylan staring at her. And no wonder, she’d thrown her ankles around his neck, and her body was suspended on his cock.
Feeling a little sheepish, she unwrapped her ankles, but Dylan continued to hold her hips flush against his groin. “Sorry. Did I put off your orgasm?”
Dylan slid out of her slowly and dropped her hips on the mattress. His cock was bathed in come.
“Is that you?”
“It’s us, Em.”
“But you’re still—”
“Hard as a stake?”
She shivered. “A pole. Stakes anywhere near my person—”
“Yeah, gives me the willies too.” He grinned and sat back on his haunches. “Do you think we can do that thing, again?”
Emmy’s eyelids lowered and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “What thing, Dylan?”
His hand closed around his cock and he caressed it. “You know.”
Emmy’s hand slipped between her legs. “Drill for a gusher? Come on, Dylan. Say it.”
“Turn over and get on you knees.”
Emmy was there in under a second, her ass pushing back to meet his cock. Her chest on the mattress, she reached back to spread her cheeks. “Come to mama.”
He pushed inside, hard and straight, driving forward without pausing to let her tender flesh adjust.
Emmy groaned and pressed her cheeks together to give him as much friction and resistance as her body could bear.
“Bloody hell! You’ve no idea what your ass does to me.” He leaned over her back, his teeth scraping the top of her shoulders.
Emmy pushed up from the mattress and shoved her hips back to take him the rest of the way inside. “It’s an ass to die for, isn’t it love?”
Dylan licked her shoulder, then bit her to hold her still.
Emmy wiggled her ass from side to side, grinning. Dylan wouldn’t be able to resist for long.
“Witch!” He licked her neck, then pulled her up so that she sat on his thighs, impaled on his cock. “Now, I get to touch all of you. Who do you think will come first—and loudest?” His hands closed over her breasts and squeezed.
Emmy giggled, then pushed one of his hands down her belly, to her sopping pussy. “I planned this. I get all the attention, now.”
His fingers plucked her clitoris and a nipple. “Think you’re smart? I can make this last forever.”
“You’ll last a minute at most.” She bounced on his lap, intending to show him he couldn’t possibly resist. “Oh!” She hadn’t expected that to feel so good.
His fingers pushed inside her cunt, and he swirled and dug, and swirled and pressed three of his long fingers as far as they could reach.
“Ohmygod!” She bounced faster, her ass stretched and impossibly full, her pussy dripping with another wash of cream.
“Say it again, Em,” he whispered into her ear.
“I love you, Dylan.”
He withdrew his fingers and flattened his hand over her belly, holding her still. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” she groaned. “Now finish it.”
“Bossy little witch.” Another hand joined the one pressing into her belly. “Tell me what you want.”
“Bastard! You know damn well, I want your cock fucking my ass.”
He tsked in her ear. “Such language. And I thought you were a shy little thing.”
“You created this monster,” she reminded him and struggled to move on his cock, but he held her firm. “I was minding my own business, wasn’t looking for any vampire-man—”
“Aren’t you glad I whisked you off your feet and had my way with you?” He kissed her shoulder, and Emmy’s head fell to the side to let him stroke her neck with his rough tongue.
Her hands rose to her breasts and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, tugging them hard. “Bite me, baby,” she begged.
Fingers combed through the hair of her mons, then pulled back the hood of flesh to expose her clitoris. “Pleasure yourself, Emmy.”
Her head fell back to let him watch over her shoulder. She rubbed her clit, gasping as the hypersensitive nub swelled beneath her fingertips.
His hands gripped her ass and lifted her, and she sobbed because her climax swept over her breasts, tightened her belly, and centered on her clit as he levered her hips on his cock.
“This is incredibly happy thoughts,” she said. “Cataclysmic, orgasmic—”
Her vagina convulsed, and the deep pulses shuddered around his dick. She felt his thighs tense before an endless stream of come shot into her.
“Promise me, you’ll love me forever,” she said, when she’d finally found her breath again.
“I will,” he said, his voice roughened, his monster face rubbing on her shoulder. His arms hugged her tight to his body.
“Promise me, we’ll go after Quentin.”
Dylan stilled.
“I know he’s gone after Nicky, alone. I don’t have a good feeling about that.”
“I won’t let you anywhere near Nicky again. We’re staying here.”
Emmy pulled away from Dylan and turned to face him. “Nicky touched me, Dylan. He stripped me, shamed me, and then tried to kill me.”
Dylan bared his teeth, his fearsome face contorted with rage.
Emmy reached up to smooth her a hand over his forehead. “He marked me. But you made me a part of this. I have to be there.”
Dylan shook his head, beyond words.
“Promise me?” she asked.
His face reformed slowly, his breath evening. “I promise. But you will rest and gain strength before we leave.”
Emmy blinked away the moisture that pooled in her eyes. “All right. We’ll leave when the time is right.” Feeling very tired all of sudden, Emmy stretched out on the bed. “Can we sleep now?”
Dylan crawled over her and laid his head on her breast. “I’ll wake you with kisses.”
Emmy combed her fingers through his hair, soothing him to sleep. Her dark, immortal knight had saved her life and her soul. As she held him, she made a final vow to keep his heart safe.
When the dawn’s light peeked around the edges of the curtains, Emmy’s arms wound tightly around Dylan’s shoulders, and she held him to her heart.
About the Author
Delilah Devlin dated a Samoan, a Venezuelan, a Turk, a Cuban and was engaged to a Greek before marrying her Irishman. She’s lived in Saudi Arabia, Germany and Ireland, but calls Texas home for now. Ever a risk taker, she lived in the Saudi Peninsula during the Gulf War, thwarted an attempted abduction by white slave traders and survived her children’s juvenile delinquencies.
Creating alter egos for herself in the pages of her books enables her to live new adventures. Since discovering the sinful pleasure of erotica, she writes to satisfy her need for variety—it keeps her from running away with the Indian working in the cubicle beside her!
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