Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03

by All Knight Long

  Lily moaned and cupped herself, squeezing hard when he turned his attention to her other straining breast. The hard pebble beneath her palm and the nipple he suctioned shot electrical charges straight to her loins.

  Her hips curved and she rubbed her slick pussy against his abdomen.

  Joe lifted his head. His lips were blurred and rosy from his efforts.

  “Please,” she begged. “I need more.”

  Abruptly, he scooted lower until his shoulders pressed against her inner thighs. His hands curled under her knees and he lifted her legs, pressing them high and wide.

  As his face hovered above her pussy, Lily’s breath suspended. His dark, avid stare at her core had her squirming and self-conscious. She’d never seen herself down there… “Like what you see?”

  Joe’s gaze lifted to hers. Heat stained his cheeks and his eyes glittered darkly. “I like pretty, pink cunts.”

  More hot liquid gushed to bathe her channel. Lily’s hands reached for his head, her fingers spearing into his hair to drag his mouth down to her aching mound. “Eat me.”

  Joe’s tongue snaked out to lap at the center of her heat. “Mmmm. Honey.”

  Lily gasped and her thighs tensed. His tongue was hot and raspy, like fine sandpaper—like nothing she’d ever felt there before. His wicked mouth teased her, sucking on her swollen outer lips, then his tongue tunneled between in all too brief forays.

  Before too long, Lily’s hips bucked uncontrollably. “ Joe. Please, my clit. Suck my clit,” she begged.

  “You said I should take it slow.” He turned his head to nip her thigh.

  “No! You’re driving me insane.” Her head thrashed on her pillow. “Pay attention! My clit!”

  The wicked vamp spread her lips with his thumbs and lapped her tender entrance in wide circles, letting the scrape of his beard graze her, but he didn’t approach the small, sensitive pearl.

  Desperate, Lily reached between her legs, until her finger slid over the distended button at the top of her pussy.

  Joe’s hand clamped around her wrist. “No cheating.”

  “Then do something.”

  Joe fluttered his tongue once against the kernel and Lily’s hips jerked.

  She moaned. “It’s too much!” she cried.

  “And I don’t want this over until I have my fill.” He sucked both of her outer lips, rhythmically tugging. Then he licked lower, approaching her asshole.

  She held her breath, embarrassed and painfully aroused at the same time. He wouldn’t—

  Christ, he did! His tongue swirled over her tender nether mouth, circling again and again, until Lily’s body shuddered with delight. At the first stab of his tongue at her tight, hot center Lily keened loudly, her back arching off the bed.

  “Make your choice.”

  What the hell was he talking about? “Choice?” Lily barely recognized her hoarse voice.

  “Your ass or your cunt?”

  The man was a sadist. “Don’t make me say it, again.”

  His tongue speared into her ass and fluttered, then withdrew. “Say it, Professor.” His teeth grazed her thigh.

  “My ass! Fuck my as—” Lily shrieked when she was flipped to her stomach.

  “Give me your pillows,” his voice grated.

  Lily reached and tossed them over her shoulder. An arm encircled her waist and raised her, and the two pillows were stuffed beneath her hips. Suddenly, Lily discovered she was entirely at his mercy, her bottom in the air, unable to lever herself up on her knees due to the awkward position. Cool air from the fan bathed her moist, hot pussy, reminding her that her most intimate parts were exposed to his gaze.

  His hands grasped a cheek each and he spread them. A heavy drop of moisture fell into the crease between her buttocks.

  “Wait!” She wasn’t at all sure she was ready for this. With her heart racing like a bunny on Viagra, she was sure she’d expire at the first probe of his thick cock.

  “Too late. You’re right where I want you.”

  A finger slid along the crease, smearing the moisture in its path until he reached her tight anus. He circled it once.

  Lily shuddered, her body tensing in anticipation.

  His finger pressed inside, twisting in, then pulling out.

  She moaned and wadded the bedding in her fists.

  Again, he pushed inside, deeper this time. And she felt his warm wet mouth slide over the globe of one cheek.

  She forgot all about her modesty and opened her legs wider, inviting him to forge deeper into her body.

  A second finger worked its way inside, stretching her uncomfortably.

  “Relax, baby, we’re taking this slowly. These are just my fingers. I need you to loosen up before I stuff my cock inside.”

  Lily thrilled to his coarse language. But she didn’t want him to take it slow. Her ass was burning—the pain only intensifying the heat curling in her belly. “There’s a tube of K-Y in my nightstand.”

  He nipped her ass and withdrew his fingers.

  She pressed her hot face against the cool sheets while he rummaged through the drawer, knowing he saw her array of toys.

  “Tsk. Tsk. Professor.”

  “Shut up, vamp. The gel’s in the back.”

  “Got it.”

  The mattress dipped behind her again and a moment later his fingers were pressing inside again, this time well lubed. More fingers pressed past her sphincter. Three, she guessed, and her ass trembled with wicked delight.

  “Better. Almost there. Christ, you’re tight!” His fingers screwed in and out, stretching her further.

  Lily’s thighs strained to raise her buttocks higher, to force him deeper. “Joe. Please. More.” She rubbed her beaded nipples on the fabric and wriggled her behind.

  He pulled out entirely and pressed hot kisses to her cheeks. Long, interminable moments of silence followed. He was lubing himself, she guessed. God, she hoped so!

  Then his hands were on her again, gripping her hips to raise her a little higher. A moment later, she felt his fingers pressing her opening, and suddenly, something large and blunt pushed against her tender asshole.

  Pain—searing, yet impossibly arousing—forced a groan from her throat. “Oh please! Please, please—”

  “I won’t stop now,” Joe said, his voice hoarse with strain. He pushed his hips forward, trying to be gentle, but her ass resisted his invasion, the rosy lips holding firm beneath his assault. He grasped her cheeks and spread them, pressing his thumbs around her nether mouth to ease it open while he kept up the pressure from his cock.

  Gradually, her muscles relaxed and he dipped inside a fraction of an inch.

  Lily’s back dipped and she groaned again, her knuckles turning white as they gripped the bedding.

  Joe pumped with shallow pulses, adding a slight side-to-side motion to work his cock slowly past her tight muscles. His steady, unrelenting force finally allowed him to ease inside another inch.

  With a kitten-like whimper, Lily rose on her elbows. “I don’t know if I can take it.”

  Every muscle in Joe’s body grew rigid and he broke out in sweat. His buttocks trembled with the need to slam inside her. Her body clenched around his cock like a tight, hot glove. He couldn’t stop now.

  Reaching beneath her he fondled her clit, relieved when Lily sank back to the bed at his touch. She moaned and twisted her upper torso, careful not to move her hips, but seemingly unable to resist his clever ministrations.

  Joe held his cock still inside her and plied her dripping pussy with firm, deep strokes of his fingers, fucking her slowly at first then faster, rubbing, swirling, tunneling, until he felt an almost imperceptible wriggle of her hips.

  He flexed his buttocks and drove a little deeper.

  “Joe!”

  He held his breath, wondering if he was strong enough to pull out before he caused her true pain, the urge to bury himself inside her so strong he gritted his teeth to fight it. She’d entrusted him with her body—and he never wanted to betray
a trust with a woman again.

  Lily groaned and widened her stance atop the pillows, her ass tilting higher, taking him deeper inside.

  Relieved, Joe pulled partway out and stroked back inside, and then did it again, this time noting a slackening of her inner muscles. He began to pump, gradually stroking deeper with each inward glide, until finally his strokes were full, hard and coming faster.

  Rising on her arms, she took it, jerking back to meet his strokes. His hand left her clit and he gripped her backside to hold her steady, moving faster and harder until he pounded into her ass, driving the breath from her lungs in harsh gasps.

  She keened, a thin sound from between clenched teeth, pitched higher, longer, until she sobbed loudly, wildly. “Don’t stop. Oh God, oh God!”

  Joe felt the change take him, so fast his back arched—his body thickening from one moment to the next.

  Lily shrieked, a jarring sound ripped from her throat and she bucked, her ass shuddering as she convulsed, the ring of her opening clamping around his shaft like a cock ring, further building the blood and pressure in his dick.

  His hands forced her buttocks sharply forward and back to increase the violence of his strokes. He pummeled her soft buttocks, his cock shafting deep inside her, his balls slapping her juicy cunt.

  Yet even as his intellect faded, he recognized one important fact. She took it. She took every goddamned inch of his monster cock.

  Though he fought it, his teeth slid past his gums and his face stretched. Then a powerful shudder wracked his own body, stiffening his thighs, compressing his balls until they exploded, shooting cum into her ass.

  When the constrictions of her inner passage milked the last of his cum, he collapsed onto her back, forcing Lily to the mattress, his body shuddering and pulsing to expend every last drop of his passion.

  Lily quieted, her breaths softening, pale whimpers turning to sighs. With his cock still impaling her sweet ass, Joe swept his hands along her arms, reaching to entwine his fingers with hers. She gripped him tightly.

  “So, Joe,” Lily said, sounding breathless, “it looks like I’m running out of choices.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Lily listened to the sound of running water as Joe availed himself of the bathroom. She made a mental note— Vampires pee like anyone else.

  She knew she ought to move. Her bottom after all was still high in the air, but she didn’t have a bone left in her body. The ache in her nether region was a delicious throb. No doubt, she’d be sitting sideways in the morning.

  The water stopped, and the pad of Joe’s footsteps as he neared her bed revved the throb to full throttle. Sheesh! She’d been righteously fucked, but her body already hummed with anticipation of his touch.

  Something warm and wet glided between her legs and she moaned. He didn’t say a word as he washed streaks of drying cum from between her legs. The nubby fabric of the washcloth at the same time soothed and excited her. While he cleansed her intimate parts, she relaxed, feeling the ache ease beneath the heat and his tender care.

  He left her again, but soon returned and the mattress dipped beside her. His large, rough hands slid over her rump and gently massaged. “If you stay like that much longer, I’m going to take it as an invitation.”

  “Can’t move,” she said, groaning when his fingers trailed between her legs to stroke her inflamed labia.

  He stretched across the mattress, lying on his side, his head supported on one hand as he continued to pet her with the other.

  Lily snuggled her cheek on top of her folded hands and stared at him. “This is just an interlude, right?”

  His fingers prodded her vagina and she drew in a deep hissing breath. She doubted she could take another round of his lovemaking right now—even for the sake of science.

  “You can’t take any more tonight, Lily.”

  She stifled a yawn. “You didn’t drink this last time,” she said. “And you weren’t as rough or out of control.”

  “That’s because I’d fed. I was desperate before.”

  “Well, you still owe me.” This time a yawn caught her by surprise, stretching her jaw wide.

  “How’s that? Because we haven’t explored your third choice?”

  “Uh-huh. Because I didn’t get to watch you change.”

  “There’s still tomorrow night,” he reminded her, his voice a sexy rumble.

  “Hmmm.”

  From one moment to the next, Lily fell sound asleep. Joe smiled. Her hands were curled beneath her cheek like a child’s, but her ass was still hiked on the stack of pillows. Innocence and carnal temptation all rolled in one delectable little package. Lily was quite a woman. If he were looking for a mate…

  Joe tugged a pillow from beneath her hips and tucked it under his head. He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling, trying to block out the aroma of sex, which hung like a pungent cloud above his head. Already his cock stirred on his thigh, unfurling inch by inch.

  The memory of her tight ass clasping his flesh aroused and unsettled him, reminding him of the last time he’d loved Darcy. Only it hadn’t been love—he’d touched her, taken her with only thoughts of revenge fueling his actions. He’d tunneled into his partner’s ass, his mouth sipping from her neck, while she’d burrowed into the comfort of Quentin’s arms. Quentin—his sire.

  Darcy hadn’t looked at Joe once. Her choice clearly written in the way she’d taken comfort from her vampire lover. When Joe had finished, he’d left the bed and her house—and he hadn’t been back since.

  He’d blown any chance he’d ever had with Darcy, when he’d blasted her for asking Quentin to turn him. And worse, when he’d nearly raped her.

  It didn’t really matter that she was responsible for his current state—he had no excuse for how he’d behaved after he was turned. Her only thought had been to preserve his life after he’d been shot. Instead of understanding, he’d taken her like an animal.

  His anger had exploded, fed by his newborn vampire’s hunger. Yet Darcy had bravely faced him, accepting his abuse, even offering her own blood for his first meal. However, the deal he’d entered with her vampire lover, Quentin, ensured he would never know her heat again.

  Now he faced an eternity of loneliness. An eternity of guilt.

  Separated from the rest of the Special Unit by his new “status”, Joe was determined to find a way to reverse the transformation that had made him a monster. He’d seen how much pain and destruction vampires left in their wake—understood the dark hungers that ruled his body. He wanted to be human again to protect the world from himself.

  Lily murmured sleepily beside him and rolled away from the pillow, settling on her back with a sigh. Joe reached for the lamp and flicked the switch to extinguish the light. He’d let her sleep despite the urgency building between his thighs. Perhaps he could appease another appetite with a little early morning snack. He rose from the bed and searched for his clothing on the floor.

  All dressed, he slipped from the bedroom. Her keys lay on the kitchen counter and he shoved them in his pocket. The next time he entered her apartment it would be through the front door.

  Outside, he turned to the right and headed back down the narrow street, his ears and nose alert to the scent of a meal. It had rained. Just enough so the glare of the streetlamps reflected off the pavement and the faint stench of sewage clung to the moist air.

  A movement in the alley next to the apartment building drew his attention. A rustling, too loud for a dog or cat, was followed by the sound of a low, menacing growl. Joe’s predatory instinct raised the hair on the back of his neck like hackles. Then he caught a scent he didn’t recognize.

  A heavy musk—like a man’s, but also like the smell of wet dog—drifted from the alleyway. Every vamp-born instinct screamed for caution. Joe hastened the descent of his canines with a grinding of his teeth.

  A blur of motion seen from the corner of his eye was all the warning Joe got before something heavy slammed into his chest, taking him down. Its
heavy body weighted Joe’s limbs, pinning him to the cement. He had a glimpse of a wolf-like face with flat, reflective gold disks for eyes, thick fur, and a long, dark snout. The black nose poised above Joe’s face and the creature inhaled deeply. Sentient intelligence gleamed darkly in its gaze, then it lifted its head and howled—a sound unlike any canine howl he’d ever heard.

  For a long moment, Joe lay beneath it, unresisting and unbelieving. The beast was another kind of monster—one he’d thought a figment of folk tales and Hollywood. Kind of like vampires, before he’d learned different during his years on the force. If what his gut told him was true, werewolves did exist! And this one looked pissed.

  It sniffed Joe like a dog savoring the smell of its next meal. The animal’s hackles rose, and the longer it scented, the louder its rumbling growl grew, until it reverberated within its chest.

  The werewolf opened its mouth and long, serrated teeth sank into Joe’s shoulder. The creature straddling his body shook its head, tearing at his flesh.

  Joe roared, his lips drawing back in a feral snarl. Adrenaline screamed through his veins, pumping into his muscles, firing the rage in his inner beast. His arms strained against the creatures weight until the change slammed through his body, adding strength to his human frame.

  With a powerful surge, he lifted the beast and rolled with it, smashing the back of its head to the pavement. Then thought became impossible. Rage, and the struggle to live, supplanted his growing horror. The beast within him warred with the werewolf, their primal cries a din of growls and grunts and fierce bellows.

  Joe’s hands pried the wolf’s mouth from his shoulder and he pushed its neck back until bones crackled and the creature made a strangling sound. The wolf’s haunches strained, forcing Joe to roll again, but this time he raised his knee, slamming between the creature’s legs. It screamed and drew back. Joe planted his foot into the beast’s belly, shoving it farther away, and then he scrambled to his feet.

  On all fours the werewolf hunched its shoulders, its head low to ground as it circled Joe. Beneath the thick pelt, muscle rippled as it poised to attack. The wolf’s unblinking gaze locked with Joe’s.