by Moore, E. M.
No matter how much I tried to talk myself into it though, I couldn’t make myself move. I ran a hand down my face. “Fuck me.”
She eyed me, confused.
She didn’t even know the half of it. This was all getting too much. I couldn’t decide what to do, so there was only one thing to do. I needed help. “You want to go somewhere?”
“Go somewhere?” Her eyebrows arched into her forehead.
“Yeah. I need to go see someone, so you have to come with me.”
“O-okay,” she said. “When?”
“Now.”
She got right to her feet and pulled her bathrobe around herself tighter.
Well, that won’t do, I thought as I eyed her. I held up a finger and then ran from the suite. I was good at sniffing out young women. Perfume led me straight to a hotel room down the hall from me. I hurried inside, raided a suitcase on the bed and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt that looked like something Delilah could wear in her other life.
When I returned, she still stared at the open door. I walked up to her, holding the clothes out. “Here. Now get ready.”
Her hair was almost dried now, and I couldn’t resist pulling my fingers through it as she stared at me in shock. “Where are we going?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “To see Galen.”
Her jaw locked, but she did as I asked. She walked from my grasp and toward the bathroom. Returning a little while later with an outfit that looked like it was made just for her, she stopped just in front of me, hands on her hips as if she was ready to take on anything.
Made just for her?
Fuck. I was in some serious shit.
Chapter Ten
Delilah
The compartment we were in jostled back and forth as the train swayed on the tracks. Simon had been right. We hadn’t run into any problems getting on the train. He’d said it would take us a while to get to Galen, a lot longer than if we had flown, but it was a lot easier to catch a train than a plane. Especially when he was smuggling me with him.
Simon had a way of charming people, of making people forget what their original intention was. He sweet-talked everyone into getting me a ticket, and then even arranged it so we had our own compartment. I’d never ridden on a train before. I’d flown tons of times. Went to Italy last year for the whole summer but had yet to see the Western part of the U.S. It wasn’t difficult to figure out where we were going. All I had to do was pay attention to the signs and listen to people talk about their travel plans. Galen lived in Oregon. Was that where Simon lived when he wasn’t in Philly trying to ruin my life?
I bit my lip as I laid on the bed. He sat in a chair on the other side of the tiny room, one leg crossed over the other as he read a book he pulled from a bag the minute we got settled in the room. I stared at him, watching how intently his eyes moved over the page and the way his jaw ticked when he read the words. I wondered what had him so enthralled, but the book’s cover was hidden from view. Most of all, I stared at his lips, thinking about the way they moved over my skin. But under those lips were his fangs, and that’s what made my skin tingle with want. It was pure bliss when they pierced me, euphoric even. It made my pussy ache.
There were other things to be worried about too. Why were we going to see his vampire friend? Wasn’t that the one who had the feeders he talked about? Was he going to try to make me one of them?
My heart was in my throat. I simultaneously wanted to jump Simon, which was the problem, wasn’t it? And wanted to run as far away from him as I could. There were so many times when we were at the train station that I could have ran off. I’d even went to the bathroom by myself. There were other ladies in there. All I had to do was tell one of them what was happening and hide out in there until the police came. I did none of those things. I struggled with my why. A few words were all it would’ve taken. I liked to think it was because I thought I was sparing their lives in some way. Simon could’ve come in the bathroom and murdered everyone if I’d said anything, but it wasn’t that. Deep down in my heart, I knew it wasn’t that.
I hated myself for even letting this happen. Letting me be the victim…and enjoying it.
What the actual fuck was wrong with me? Regardless of what he’d made me see, or the fact that he could turn me on without even trying, that didn’t make him a good person. I needed to be a good person from now on.
“You seem very intent on something,” Simon said, his voice ringing through the air and making me pause my downward spiral of thought.
“Nothing,” I said immediately. Even to my own ears it sounded as if I had something to hide. I pulled myself up and leaned on my arm. On second thought, since he initiated conversation… “Actually, I do have a question. Why are we going to see Galen? I thought you were trying to get my grandfather to kill himself. This seems like the exact opposite of that.”
Simon, who hadn’t even bothered to look up during this exchange, flipped his book to the next page. “Galen is my most trusted friend. He was there for me after your grandfather killed my mother. I go to him for advice from time-to-time.”
“Advice on…”
“Things,” he said sharply, his gaze still roaming over the page of his book.
“What do vampires worry about?” I asked, genuinely curious. What the hell did these guys do with their day? Were they just running around trying to find someone they could torture and use for ransom? Or was I some sort of special case that warranted advice?
“Two things,” Simon said, turning the page nonchalantly. “Food and fucking.”
My core throbbed, and I made a short intake of breath. For a moment, it looked as if Simon was affected, too, but then his eyes kept wandering over the page. “In that order?”
“Hopefully simultaneously,” he said, sounding bored.
I bit my lip thinking about his cock massaging my insides at the same time his bite sliced through my skin.
I’d been drawn to Simon since the very beginning. He’d kidnapped me when I was masturbating to him for Christ’s sake. I should’ve known this would be fucked up from the start. “Is it natural for the feeders to want you too?”
Simon stumbled again, his stare stopping for one brief moment. “Yes, of course. It’s in your nature to be drawn to us or else we would never survive.”
“How do you survive?” I asked, hundreds of questions still rattling through my brain. It was hard not to find the whole thing fascinating. Simon was such a juxtaposition. He was evil, yet, there was something more to him too. “Isn’t it weird that people don’t know you exist?”
“No, Delilah. It’s not.” He sighed, finally looking over the top of the book at me. “It’s because we’re smart, cunning. Years of doing this have made me almost impossible to kill.”
Years? “How old are you, anyway?”
He smiled a toothy grin. “Let’s just say I’m finely aged.”
That was the truth. I’d always liked sex a little on the dangerous side. Screwing my grandfather’s employees was a good start, but that was nothing like being with Simon. He was like the purest excitement, knowing it was so, so wrong, but felt so good at the same time. I couldn’t resist him. Even after he’d tortured me, hurt me, I laid here getting wet just thinking about him entering me.
“Your heartrate picked up,” Simon said.
Fuck. It was hard to keep anything from him. Did I want to though? It wasn’t as if I had my trusty vibrator here, and besides, why would I ever use that again when I knew Simon existed? There was something to be said for pure lust. Maybe like me, Simon could change. Maybe he didn’t have to be the ruthless vampire anymore. He could be sweet, I already knew that. He could be something more…
I pulled myself into a sitting position while Simon eyed me. I stood and walked over to him, placing my hand on the top of his book and closing it before placing it on the small round table next to him.
“You lost my page.”
“I don’t care. And neither do you.”
His eyebrows rose. “So confident.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved forward, placing my knees on either side of his thighs so I sat on top of him. He eyed me with curiosity but didn’t move. “Feeding and fucking, right?” I asked, using my best seductress voice. My skin crawled with nerves, but I wanted Simon more. I moved my hair over to one shoulder, baring my neck to him. The same part of my neck that he’d bit before. My pussy throbbed. Once my neck was exposed, there was a stillness to the room as I waited for his reaction. It felt like dangling myself over the ledge, hoping to get pitched off.
I wanted a vampire to bite me. Hard.
“Yes,” Simon said. “I think you’ll do just fine at the estate.”
I didn’t even have a chance to think about what he said before he lunged forward, his teeth piercing my skin. I cried out, tensing for a moment before the delicious feeling enveloped me. He pulled me closer, the soft massage of his lips on my neck as if he kissed me at the same time he drank.
I sank on top of him, a puddle starting between my legs. I sighed when I felt his hard cock pushing against me. I rubbed against him, the friction heightening the sensation of him drinking from me.
He pulled away, his fangs retracting easily. “Fuck, Delilah.”
“I intend to,” I said, smirking.
He growled, his hands coming up to my shirt as he ripped it from me. Braless, I was now bare chested in front of him. He bit the swell of my breast, sending sparks through me.
“Yes, Simon.”
He bit my other one, then swirled his tongue over the ache. “Wild, unrestrained,” he cooed. “You think you know what you’re getting into.”
Euphoria took over. I fumbled with my borrowed jeans, needing to get them off so I could feel him next to me. Simon’s hand slid down my ass to hold me up, so I could wiggle out of the barrier. When he sat me back down, I was naked, blood trickling from my neck and my breast. He stared at me, his eyes watching the rivulets of red run down me. His tongue flicked out, tasting his life source as delicately as licking an ice cream cone.
“It’s feeding and fucking, right?” I asked, getting impatient. My skin burned with thoughts of him. This wasn’t about getting the upper hand like last time. It wasn’t about spurring my grandfather to act. This was just about me and him, our need for one another.
His lips turned up. “In due time.”
“Now,” I said, wiggling on top of him, trying to get the feeling back by sliding over him, but his clothes were in the way. I went for his jeans. His whole body went rigid. I smiled inwardly. Anytime I could make a vampire forget what he was doing seemed like a plus one in my column. I pulled down his zipper, then pulled his fly apart. I reached my hands inside, moving his pants down at the same time until I saw the bulge of his boxers. God, I wanted that cock. I wanted that feeling of being wanted. These past few days were so fucked up. Simon had taken me away from my family, but I also hadn’t felt this wanted in a long time. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I was practically salivating when his silky soft head appeared around the band of his boxers. Frustration coursed through me when I couldn’t free him any more than he already was. I looked up at Simon, his face a mask of serenity.
I groaned. “Don’t I do anything to you?” How could he be so sensible about this when I felt like I needed him right this very second or I would combust?
His lips thinned. He pushed me away, practically holding me until my feet hit the floor and I was in a standing position. He stood after me. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers were on the floor. He ripped his shirt over his head until he was in front of me in all his muscled perfection. He gripped his cock hard. “You’re wondering if you do anything to me? Take a look, Delilah.” His face strained as he worked his fist up and down his long, thick shaft. “Don’t ask me if you do anything to me ever again.” His eyes fluttered as he worked himself. “I just like to take my time. I like to enjoy my partner.”
I moved forward, pushing his hand away and replacing it with my own. Stepping closer, I went up to my tiptoes, working him toward my center. “I’ve never had it slow before. When I want it, I get it.”
Simon’s gray eyes glinted. He picked me up, moved me to the wall, and entered me all at the same time.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed as he impaled me against the wall.
“Was this what you wanted?” Simon asked. He rocked inside me, pinning me to the hard surface at my back with just his cock moving in and out of me. He held me so effortlessly, it made me feel like a queen being worked on for my own pleasure and nothing else.
“Yes,” I said, locking gazes with him. “More.”
He pushed inside harder. I grabbed his face and kissed him, my lips easily melding with his.
He stilled, but I barely noticed as I continued to kiss him.
God, his lips. They were so soft, so firm. I bit down on his lip, enticing a growl from him. Then, he was all over me. My head hit the wall as he kissed me forcefully. His tongue swept inside my mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire being. A low moan came from the back of his throat. “Mmm, Delilah.” My name was like a sexy lullaby on his lips.
I wound my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. I kissed him with a fury, like it was the last thing I’d do on this earth. The kiss was hot, as pulse-pounding as the attention he gave my pussy. He felt it too. I ran my hands through his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck and pulling until I sank my teeth gently into his lower lips again.
He stilled, then grabbed my hips and plunged inside me again and again.
“Oh, Simon,” I cried.
His lip popped out of my mouth and he made an inhuman growl before piercing me with one last stroke.
He caught me by surprise as his dick convulsed inside me. “Oh, oh.” My eyes rounded as my orgasm started out slow, but then grew and grew. “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” I breathed, digging my fingers into his shoulders. He rocked his hips into me, massaging my clit until my release hit. “Simon!”
I shuddered, and he held me close, both of us trying to catch our breaths.
Before long, he set me down on my feet and pulled out. I lay back against the wall, cool air brushing my skin where I’d started to perspire in the frenzy of it all. His tongue flicked out, catching a bead of sweat. “Mmm, Lilah. You taste so sweet.”
I was warm, content, brain on a high as he sank lower and lower without my noticing. His tongue trailed down my stomach to my belly button. Then lower, tangling in my hair before it hit the sweet spot. Heat swamped me as his tongue circled my straining bud. Oh shit. I was so sensitive down there that he’d just jacked it up a few notches, anyway.
“Fuck me,” Simon said. He yanked me up, my back moving against the wall as he hiked my thighs up over his shoulders, his face between my legs.
“What the—?”
He bit the inside of my thigh, and I screamed. His tongue swept over me and then continued tasting my pussy.
Holy shit. Surprise riddled me. I’d just come, and so did he. This was more than just getting off.
He moaned along with his attentions. God, this was hot.
It felt amazing, it always did, but nothing would come of it. I knew from experience that I’d never orgasm this way. My body just wasn’t set up for it. I pulled my hands through his dark hair. “I won’t be able to,” I told him, voice breathy.
He smirked, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin. “Now that sounds like a challenge.”
“No, I mean it,” I told him. “I’ve never been able to.”
He pulled back, his gaze tracking up my body to mine. “Never?”
I shook my head.
“Well, that’s about to change.”
He looked back at my pussy, new focus in his eyes, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Simon’s shoulders deflated. “Come in,” he barked.
“Come in?” I asked, shocked, trying to push Simon away and cove
r myself, but he was too strong. “Simon!”
A man, a little younger than myself peeked in. His eyes grew wide as he looked at us, Simon’s face buried between my legs and my upper half on full display. “S-sorry. There’s been noise complaints,” he said, avoiding his gaze.
“Come in,” Simon said.
“Simon!” I yelled again, still struggling against him. What the fuck?
He pinned me against the wall, then turned back toward the intruder. “Come in,” he said, his voice forceful, melodic.
The guy’s face morphed infinitesimally. He moved inside the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Lock the door.”
He did as Simon told him.
“This here is Delilah. Tell her hello.”
“Hello, Delilah,” the guy said, his gaze searching every inch of my body. His cheeks reddened as he took his fill, but his eyes sparked sensually.
“Good,” Simon said, smirking. He turned back to me. “Don’t worry, dear. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Chapter Eleven
Simon
Lust filled the train worker’s eyes. I knew this guy would do anything I asked, which I was already counting on. He probably didn’t even need as much motivation as I was going to give him. Delilah was quite a prize. When we moved through the train station, people just stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty as I’d noticed at first glance too. They didn’t know what sat underneath though, the tiny glimpses I’d been able to get lately. On the outside, she was picture perfect, but on the inside…oh, on the inside, she was more like me than she’d ever want to admit to herself.
“What are you doing to him?” Delilah whispered as she watched the man draw closer. He was drawn to her like a magnet.
“Oh, nothing,” I grinned, staring up at her. Then, I looked over my shoulder at him. “Delilah here thinks she can’t come by oral pleasure. What do you think?”
“I think you’re doing it wrong then.”
I snarled, and the boy shied away. Stupid human.
“Don’t do that to him, Simon,” Lilah said.
