by Moore, E. M.
I tempered my reaction, knowing he was just an ignorant boy. Instead of reacting further, I sank my fingers into her ass, massaging her sweet skin. She practically purred. The stranger’s arousal heightened as he watched her, as did Delilah’s. Her skin was on fire, and she couldn’t keep from looking from me to the newcomer. As poised as she was in my arms, she looked like a goddess. She should feel like one too.
“This will be my first time trying, boy,” I said to him, a hint of alpha in my voice. He nodded in response. I knew I didn’t need any extra help getting Delilah off, but I wanted it to be special. For fuck’s sake, she’d made me come inside her just from the taste of her lips on my own. So intimate, so sensual.
Even now, I felt myself lengthen just from the memory.
“Boy, do you find Delilah attractive?”
He nodded. “Very.”
I worked my hand up her body and fondled her breasts, stroking them lightly before dropping her in my arms so I could reach her nipple with my tongue. I closed my mouth around it, sucking her skin inside while I ravished her nipple with quick lashes of my tongue. Her fists gripped my shoulders. “Simon,” she warned, her body tensing.
“Don’t be afraid,” I told her, as I gave her a slight nibble. “The boy wants to watch.”
I hoisted her up until I was between her legs again, my hot breath caressing her creamy center. She stilled, her head landing back against the wall. I flicked her clit with my tongue and she moaned.
“Let it all out for our audience, baby.”
“But the noise,” she said, even though her hips were already straining toward me.
“Tell her you don’t care about the noise,” I instructed our guest.
I pierced her with my tongue at the same time the railway worker said, “I don’t care about the noise.”
Her hole was like velvet. I penetrated her again and again before curling my tongue around her clit again. “Simon,” she called out. “You’re just going to rile me up and have to finish me another way.”
I grinned into her pussy. The air smelled like straight lust. It was coming from all three of us, yet the boy’s was overpowering. He hadn’t had his satiated only moments before. I peeked back at him. He wrung his hands in front of himself, practically drooling. “Tell her how much you want her,” I said, ignoring her pleas. She would climax like this.
“Oh fuck,” the guy said, his voice deep and husky from his arousal. “You look like sin itself.”
I reached up to cup her breasts as I continued my attention on her clit. The guy talked and talked, his words making me harder and harder as I worked on Delilah. She trembled in my arms. “Do you like this, Delilah?” I whispered. “Do you like him watching me eat you?”
“Oh God,” Lilah moaned. Her whole body trembled as she surged closer and closer to the edge. Whoever had tried to make her orgasm this way before just hadn’t done it right. Her body was primed for it. Such a shame she hadn’t felt it before. The body’s pleasures were to be explored in every way imaginable. For someone who thought herself so worldly, she had little experience.
At least I could be her first. “Was that an answer? Do you like having an audience?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice breathless. “Yes, I like it. A lot.”
“Tell him what to do, Lilah.”
Her eyes rounded as I stared up at her. She shook her head.
“He’ll do whatever you ask. Won’t you?”
“Fuck. Anything,” his gruff voice responded.
Lilah’s eyes flicked to him, then back to me. “You tell him,” she said. She pulled her hand through my hair. “Tell him what to do to me.”
My balls throbbed. “Disrobe, boy, and stroke yourself like you were inside her.”
Delilah’s gaze switched from me to him and then back again as I teased her nub. I was drawing this out now. If feisty Delilah wanted to come out to play, I’d let her.
“Don’t look at me,” I said to her. “Watch him.”
She did as I asked, her throat working. From the corner of my eye, I saw the guy take his uniform off, peeling his clothes right down to nothing. Then, he took his cock in his hand and without any airs, got down to business.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned.
He didn’t know the half of it. If he tasted this pussy, he’d come all over himself right now. I only hoped the guy could last long enough. Not that I was one to talk considering I hadn’t just been able to when I was seated inside her.
“Keep talking to her,” I demanded.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Hot as fuck pussy.”
I punctuated his words with my movements.
“I ache for you,” he said. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”
I groaned as I dove my tongue inside her again. I knew all about that. I knew about wanting her so bad, but not being able to form it into words. It went against everything I believed in. I was teetering between the normal fuck and feed and something more, much, much more.
“Simon, please,” Lilah begged. “I want you inside me.”
“That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?” I teased.
“I’m not going to be able to,” she said. Her body shook, and her voice matched it. “I can’t. I can’t.”
“The fuck you can’t,” I said, returning my full attention back to her. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Amazing,” she gasped.
“And boy here is clearly about to lose it.”
His movements had quickened as did his heartrate. This was clearly the hottest thing this sheltered fuck had ever seen.
“All for you, Delilah. All of this is for you.”
The boy moved closer, and I growled, something predatory. I had every intention of letting him come in and take his fill, possibly even letting him fuck her for my own amusement, but now that he was here, his audacity filled me with irritation, and nothing was worse than when I was irritated.
“I’m gonna spew, man. At least let me touch her once.”
I looked at him, the full force of my predatory nature hitting him smack in the face. His face went slack.
“You will wait for her. It’s all about her.”
The boy’s movements slowed. He glared at me, then turned back toward Delilah, his strokes more methodical now.
“That’s it,” I said. Then, I turned back to her. “It’s up to the lady if she wants you touching her.”
My stomach dropped as I waited for her answer. I didn’t know why I even left it up to her. I was pretty sure if he came any closer I was going to bleed him dry.
Her lips thinned, then her fingers curled around my neck as she nudged me closer. “I think he’s getting enough of a show, isn’t he?”
I swallowed as I took her in. Exactly the words I wanted to hear. I was hard again, almost straining, but this was about her. Her sexy confidence rising as she truly believed she was the queen of the room.
“Lick me,” she said, her gaze narrowing. “Right…” She moved my mouth to exactly where she wanted me, poised above her nub. “…there.”
I did as she said, paying extra attention to her, groaning and sinking my fingers into her ass.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, Simon. More.” She turned her head toward the guy. “What do you see?”
“An angel,” he said.
She bit down on her lip, a small smile playing on her lips. “Mmm, I like that. The devil fucking an angel, and the angel wants more.”
I pinched her ass, and she laughed. In the next instant, her whole body tensed, and she let out a delicious moan.
“Oh my God, Simon.”
I felt the change in her too. She was going to come.
I moved my hand from her ass and sank two fingers into her pussy, thrusting in and out as I circled her clit again and again.
“Oh my God, Simon, I’m going to. Fuck.” She delved her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer.
The boy grunted, his arousal heightening with hers. He was going to ruin this for m
e. His Neanderthal like voice was going to shout over her pleasure, I could already tell. “Stop,” I said.
“What?” Lilah cried. “I can’t.” She pushed her hips closer to me.
“Not you. Boy.” I swirled over her nub.
“Fuck you,” he said, his strokes quickening.
I looked over, his face was strained as he jerked wildly.
A growl started deep in my throat.
“Oh, Simon. Don’t stop. Please.”
He was close to us. I hadn’t realized he’d gotten within touching distance. Our audience wanted to mingle, but that sure as fuck wasn’t going to happen. Why were humans so insipid?
I cocked him one. I knew the force of my blow would knock him out. Sure enough, he fell over, hitting the wall and then crashing down onto the bed.
Lilah cried out, her eyes widening, but then I was stroking her with my tongue again, distracting her. Her head fell back against the wall and she held my face to her pussy as her climax threatened. The boy was all but forgotten when she said, “Please make me. Oh, God, please make me.”
If it was the last thing I did, I was going to make her convulse over my tongue.
I continued pumping inside her with my fingers as my tongue did its magic. Her breathing escalated until she panted loudly. I liked her like this. Fucking and making noise without a care in the world.
“Simon,” she called out. A half plea, half warning.
“You’ve got this, baby.”
I removed my hands and forced my tongue inside her.
She came on a scream, her body spasming around me.
Fucking Christ, she was exquisite. Her tiny pleas as she came down off her high were like music to my ears. I licked her clit, and she convulsed in my arms once. We didn’t move for several moments until her body relaxed. Then, I gingerly took her feet off my shoulders and set her down. She wobbled before leaning back against the wall. A small smile formed on her lips. “We’re going to have to do that again.”
No shit.
Cold air doused me when that thought entered my brain. Do that again? Did I want to? My body sure as fuck screamed yes, but what the hell was this? I wanted her again and again. I’d never wanted anyone like that before. I usually craved different women at different times. This was all new. Why did I just crave her? I’d wanted her to come. Was it because there was no one else around?
Even as I thought it, I disregarded the thought. There were women who eyed me as we’d made our way to the compartment. I could’ve easily had one of them in here by now, but no, I’d been waiting for Delilah to make the move, and when she did, my body sung as if it moved only to her tune.
Caught up in my own thoughts, I hadn’t realized Delilah had bent over the boy. “Stay away from him,” I snapped. I gripped her arm and threw her on the bed. She bounced there, then stared up at me in confusion. “Don’t fucking touch him.”
“Did you hurt him?” she asked.
“Does it matter?” I spat back.
She played over her lip, negotiating with herself. I’d seen it a thousand times. The idea of not caring warring with the part of her that still gave a fuck. Mirrored in her eyes was what was inside me all the time. It was what drove me to Philly in the first place. If I was truly as heartless as I made myself out to be, I wouldn’t have given a fuck about getting revenge on some senior with a disappearing hairline. No, I wanted the world to pay for what they did to me. Just as I wanted him to equally pay for what he’d done to his granddaughter, making her feel unimportant as if her life didn’t even matter.
The goal was still the same, but the reasonings were different.
The guy on the floor moaned. I picked him up by the shoulder and set him down on his feet. He shook his head as if trying to make himself wake up. When he did, he got a glimpse full of Delilah again. He smiled, then moved toward her. I yanked him back, bringing him close to me. “Touch her and it’ll be the last fucking thing you ever do.” I turned his face toward me, my lengthening claw on his chin. “Do you understand?”
He nodded once.
“Thank you for your assistance,” I told him, all business like now. “But we’re all set, boy. Get dressed and remove yourself from the room. You can tell your superiors that there won’t be any more loud noises coming from this room.”
The young man swallowed, then yanked his clothes from the floor and put them on with a blank stare. It was easy to get people to do what I wanted. It proved difficult during highly emotional states like the one he was just in when he was all about Delilah, but now that had passed, he’d do whatever I said. Had he been a woman and was all about me during sex, she would’ve been easier to control. Well, unless, that person was equally as attracted to Delilah, which I couldn’t blame them. Regardless, our audience didn’t matter anymore and now that I knew how I would react, I would never invite anyone else in again. More trouble than it was worth.
The boy dressed himself and then left the room without a word, exactly as I instructed.
As soon as he was gone, I locked the door behind him and turned toward Lilah. She fought against sleep, her hand under the pillow as she lay on her side. The caked-on blood from her neck wound and tiny bite on her breast were dried and smeared. I stared at her until she passed out in sleep, having no idea the war I waged inside myself.
She’d called me the devil earlier, and she was one-hundred percent correct on that front. Now just to decide what to do about it.
Chapter Twelve
Delilah
I awoke with a new set of clothes waiting for me. No doubt Simon had gone out and fished them from somewhere. It was a stupid thing, but I missed my wardrobe back home. One thing I did not find myself missing, though, was my grandfather. I tried not to think about it because it made this whole thing more real, but he was the reason why I was here. Still here. If I didn’t think about that part, I could pretend I’d met this charming, sensual guy in a flurry of sex and pleasure. But if I remembered what my grandfather had to do with it, I felt abandoned, and then I felt the torture pleasure-pain Simon put me through.
He wasn’t in the compartment at the moment, so I got up, showered, and dressed. When I walked back out, he was there, sitting in the same seat reading the same book. “Good morning.”
This time, I didn’t have to beg him to look at me. He stared at me over the top of the book. “Good morning, Lilah.”
His rich voice sent a shiver through me. “Are we almost there?”
His gray eyes glinted again. I’d noticed they did that when he was up to something. “We’re getting off in about a half hour.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. There was just something about the way he said that that I didn’t like.
“You better eat some breakfast.” He motioned toward the bowl of cereal and apple that lay on the table next to him.
I sauntered over to it, taking my finger and running it down the cereal box. “What about you? Have you had enough to eat?”
He grinned. “I admire how insatiable you are.”
He didn’t know the half of it.
He looked away. “Please eat. We have little time left, and I want to make sure you’re fed for the journey.”
“Journey? How far away is it?”
“Not too far.”
“So…?”
He looked at me again, annoyance tugging at his features. “We’re going on foot though. It’s quicker that way.”
Quicker? Last time I checked walking was never as quick as driving.
He gestured toward the food again, so I picked up the tray and took it to the bed. I didn’t realize until I started eating how hungry I was. I made short work of the offered food. As soon as I was finished, Simon took the tray away from me and then took my hand. He turned, grabbed his small bag, and we both left the room. His hand solidly in mine, we went to the end of that car and kept going until we were in the caboose. He peered out the very last window. “Yes, right on time.”
He made his way for the door which had an arr
ay of emergency warnings on it about not opening the door while the train was moving. I held back on his arm. “What are you doing?”
“We’re getting off here.”
“What?” I cried. “We’re not even at the station. We can’t get off here.”
He forced my head to look out the window. “See those bluffs? That’s where the compound is.”
My stomach dropped. He had to be joking. “Simon—?”
Without any warning, he threw the door open. A siren wailed. In one instant, my feet were firmly on the train, and in the next, they were suspended in the air. I curled into Simon who’d picked me up right as the ground came up quick to meet us. I winced, waiting for the impact, but it was smooth. So smooth I hadn’t even realized we were on the ground until I looked around and saw the trees flying past us as if Simon and I were a train all ourselves. I looked out, finding the train tracks in the distance now.
“Don’t look,” Simon chastised. “I heard it’s not fun for you humans.”
Whatever we were doing, he was right. I clutched at his shirt, burying my face into it. “What are you doing?”
“Running,” he said.
“Running?” My heart beat like mad in my chest. “It feels like we’re back on the train.”
His hand came up to rub my back, which immediately soothed my apprehension. It was such a sweet gesture, so unlike the Simon he pretended to be.
“How long until we get there?”
“Another half hour or so. Rest, Delilah.”
I couldn’t. I thought about what lay ahead for me. We were going to Galen, his oldest friend. His friend who had the feeders he and Simon lived off. I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what Simon was taking me here for. Part of me rebelled against it. There was something else that made me turn away from that idea, too. The way Simon didn’t want the train worker to touch me. The way he’d just rubbed my back to take my worries away. For being such a feral predator, he had other instincts too.
If I thought about it, could I really blame him for wanting to kill my grandfather? He took his mother, the only family he had, away from him. He left him alone, and lonely, and scared. Just as I felt right now. I thought he’d cared for me, but he obviously didn’t. He made no motion to try to save me.
