Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03

by All Knight Long

  “Climb up on the toilet.”

  His hands steadied her as she climbed up and turned to face him. He opened his arms and she clasped his shoulders. Wrapping her legs one at a time around his narrow waist, she lowered her body onto his cock.

  She was so ready and wet her vagina rippled as she slid all the way down his shaft.

  He held her in his arms for a long moment. Then bracing his feet as wide as he could in the narrow stall, he rocked his hips. The gentle motion wasn’t enough.

  “Harder!” she begged.

  His hands gripped her ass to lift her, and then he shoved her down on his cock at the same time as he rocked forward.

  “That’s it! Faster!”

  His breath gusted out on a laugh. “Shhh. Bellow like that again and you’ll wake the whole plane.”

  Lily didn’t care. “Don’t stop!”

  “I couldn’t if my life depended on it,” he gritted out, sealing his mouth over hers to muffle her moans.

  Up and down, he slammed into her. His cock thickening as his body changed. He flung back his head and Lily watched, helpless with arousal, as he transformed into her sexy, ravaging monster, his movements growing sharper, harder, faster.

  “Yes! Please, more!”

  Then her body exploded, warm honey gushing from her cunt, making the slap of their flesh sound wet and sticky. Lily bit his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud as her body stiffened and shuddered.

  With a last deep thrust, Joe’s cock released a stream of hot cum that bathed her womb in warmth like super-heated lava.

  Slowly, he morphed and braced his hand against the wall. She felt his legs tremble, but refused to let him go. She kissed the deep grooves she’d left on his shoulder, then his chin, and finally his mouth.

  When she pulled away, she looked into his reddened face, still tight with strain. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Snuggled under the blanket once more, Lily fought the urge to sleep. Her body was as relaxed as a soggy noodle, but she hated wasting a moment of her time with Joe.

  She turned her head, which rested on his shoulder, to look into his face. “Now that I’ve had a chance to catch my breath, do you mind telling me why we’re going to Florida? I know Madame told you to go home, but how do you expect to find our answers there?”

  Joe glanced away. “There’s one person left who might know something. Although I hate like hell asking him for a damn thing.”

  “Why?”

  He looked back, his anger barely banked behind his rigid face. “He made me what I am.”

  “Your sire?”

  “Yeah.” He must have seen the interested light in her eyes. “Don’t go there. We’re not talking about that—or him.”

  “All right. I’ll change the subject. So what do you do? Besides…vampire things?”

  “I’m a cop. Or was.”

  She nodded, not the least surprised.

  “What? Not going to list the clues that gave me away?”

  She frowned. “I don’t think I like it when you tease me.”

  “Why?” His finger smoothed the lines furrowing her forehead.

  “Because I wonder how you read me so well. Do I have a teleprompter on my forehead that repeats my every thought?”

  He groaned. “I know you’re dying to tell me. Go ahead.”

  She chewed on her lip. He was going to laugh at her. She just knew it. “Well, you have short hair and a well-conditioned body.”

  “I could have been military.”

  “True, but you knew how to break into my apartment.”

  “You didn’t think that was just part of Intro to Vampire? Or I could have been military with a criminal past.”

  “Well, then there’s the way you walk.”

  He raised one dark eyebrow. “The way I walk?”

  “Come on. Tell me you’ve never been pulled over for a speeding ticket and seen that little strut cops do when something makes their day.”

  “I’ve never seen it.”

  “And you don’t believe it just because you’ve never seen it?” This time she raised an eyebrow. “And I’m supposed to believe I snore just because you said so? Sometimes you’ve just got to trust.” She grinned. She had him.

  His eyes narrowed. “Okay. So I strut.”

  Satisfied for now, Lily yawned and snuggled closer. “Wake me when we get there.” She fell asleep with the sound of Joe’s soft laughter and his hand rubbing her breast.

  * * * * *

  Joe strutted into the Special Unit’s station house, dreading the coming confrontation.

  It was early morning, just before sunrise. The time the guys usually returned from patrol and gave their outbriefs to the Captain.

  With Lily following behind him, he walked past the long row of empty desks, past the dispatcher’s booth, straight to the conference room. He didn’t bother knocking on the closed door.

  A dozen faces, most belonging to teammates he’d known better than his own family, turned toward him. His old buddy Max Weir muttered, “Just another fucking vampire.”

  Joe’s back stiffened.

  Captain Springer looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening, a smile wreathing his broad face. Then it slipped and he darted a glance down the table.

  Joe followed that glance to find Darcy in her usual place, Quentin at her side.

  Darcy’s face blanched white and she gripped the edge of the table. Quentin’s arm encircled her shoulder and he leaned toward her to whisper something in her ear. Then he straightened and glared at Joe.

  “I think, we’ll talk in a little while,” the Captain said, sending a meaningful look around the table.

  The room cleared quickly, except for Darcy, Quentin, and two people Joe didn’t recognize—one a dark-haired male and the other a busty blonde. Some deeply buried instinct told them these two were kin—vampires.

  His teammates nodded their greetings as they passed, their faces betraying wariness. Max jostled him, giving him a deliberate shove as he left the room. Joe didn’t care. His eyes were on his sire.

  Suddenly, Quentin’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He lunged to his feet. “Why the hell did you bring that here?” he bellowed, staring past Joe’s shoulder.

  Lily gasped and slipped her hand inside his. Quentin was staring at her like she was some kind of monster.

  Joe stiffened and gave Lily’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “She’s the reason I’m here.”

  “Well, this is a pretty pickle. Do you even know what you have, cub?” The glib murmur pulled Joe’s attention to the brown-haired man sitting on the opposite side of the table. The pointed glance he shared with Quentin marked him as the blond vamp’s friend.

  Joe lifted his chin with defiance. “A breeder, or so I’m told.”

  “She doesn’t belong here,” Quentin said, looking mad enough to tear his head off. “We don’t mix.”

  Darcy, still seated, reached for Quentin’s arm. “Why don’t we sit down and talk? And what exactly is a breeder?”

  “The enemy.”

  Lily clutched Joe’s hand, trying to still her trembling. The way the tall, blond man stared had her cowering behind Joe. She should just leave. She tugged her hand, but Joe wouldn’t let go. She tugged again, but he simply drew her to his side and put his arm around her shoulders, anchoring her there.

  She glared daggers at him, but he never noticed. His gaze remained on the blond one. Then Lily saw the woman seated beside the menacing man. She was slender, with wide-set brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. Her face was devoid of makeup, but she was lovely. Her skin glowed with health—at least it would have if she didn’t look like she was about to pass out.

  In an instant, Lily guessed this was the woman who’d scorned Joe and stopped feeling sorry for her. The woman’s gaze met hers for a moment and she gave Lily a tight-lipped smile.

  “I think I better go, Joe,” Lily said softly.

  The man with the chestnut hair gave he
r a pitying look. “You don’t even know, do you?”

  “That you’re vampires? I guessed that. I also know werewolves are on my ass,” she said, lifting her chin.

  “You’re too valuable for them to let you go. You can give them the next generation of—”

  “Vermin!” the blond man spat.

  “—cubs. My name’s Dylan O’Hara by the way,” the chestnut-haired man said with a crooked smile. “That’s my wife, Emmy.”

  He nodded toward a plump, blonde woman Lily hadn’t seen because she was tucked in the corner next to a box of chocolate-covered donuts. She waved one and giggled, “Sorry, sympathy cravings.” Her eyes widened and her glance darted to the dark-haired woman.

  Lily was starting to feel dizzy. There was so much anger and intrigue going on inside the room, all she wanted to do was leave. “Really Joe. I want to go,” she repeated.

  A glance at his face and she knew he hadn’t even heard her. He stared at Emmy for a long moment, and then his gaze flew to the brown-haired woman.

  “That’s Darcy Henry,” Emmy said, drawing Lily’s attention away. “ Quentin won’t ever get around to the rest of the introductions. He and Joe have a history.”

  Lily felt sick at knowing the source of the competition was wrapped in one willowy-slim woman.

  “So do Darcy and I,” Joe ground out, dropping Lily’s hand. His jaw set like granite, he circled the table stalking toward Darcy.

  “They are so competitive,” Emmy said.

  Quentin stepped in front of her, but again, Darcy reached up to stroke his arm. “It’s okay, Quent.” Darcy rose and Lily suddenly understood the tension. Darcy’s belly was round. Obviously, she wasn’t a vampire.

  She was pregnant.

  Joe stood in front of her, his hands clenched at his sides. “Mine?”

  Quentin’s arm slipped around the woman’s shoulders, clearly stamping his possession.

  “Your child, yes,” Darcy whispered.

  Lily reached for the edge of the table, something to hold onto because her legs suddenly felt like rubber.

  “I wouldn’t have left you if I’d known,” Joe said angrily, his words stabbing at Lily’s heart. He still loved her.

  “I know,” Darcy said, reaching up to place her hand on his cheek. “But it was for the best, don’t you see?”

  Joe shook his head. “Not really. You’re pregnant. I’m responsible. Christ, I was stupid.”

  “Water under the bridge—and I am happy, Joe.”

  “With him? Is he treating you well?”

  “We’re married.” Her smile reassured Lily that at least she wasn’t in love with Joe. “I love him.”

  Joe closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. “What about the baby?”

  “He’s yours and ours. I’d like you to be part of his life.”

  “I will be.”

  Darcy nodded, and then she looked at Quentin. “Right?”

  The blonde vampire glared at Joe, but he nodded, too. “I don’t have to like it.”

  “I’m glad you don’t,” Joe murmured.

  Lily almost rolled her eyes at the posturing from the two males. You’d think it was high noon at the OK Corral.

  “I’ve just got one question for you, Garcia.”

  Joe’s eyes narrowed and Lily hoped they weren’t about to draw.

  “Have you fucked her?” Quentin asked, nodding at Lily.

  Lily felt the wind squeeze out of her lungs as she gasped.

  Darcy looked just as shocked. “Quentin!”

  “It’s important,” Quentin said, his jaw tight.

  “What my eloquent friend is trying to ask is whether you’ve been in her bed?” Dylan repeated, his gaze also turning to Lily.

  Feeling naked beneath their stares and knowing her face was as red as a tomato, Lily blurted, “My name’s Lily!”

  “It’s none of your business,” Joe said, rage making his voice gravelly.

  “I’m afraid it is,” Quentin said softly.

  “Why?” Lily whispered.

  “She’s a breeder,” Quentin said, his hard gaze unwavering.

  “So?” Joe’s stance widened, and he looked about ready to swing. “She hasn’t been with any werewolves.”

  “But she’s been with you, hasn’t she?”

  Joe nodded once, curtly.

  “Well, shit!” Quentin took a deep breath and shared a look with Dylan.

  “Quentin!” Darcy pulled on his arm. “Why is that important?”

  “Werewolves will kill her and her get,” he said, looking suddenly tired.

  Lily felt like ice water ran through her veins. Quentin’s anger was one thing—his defeated expression made her tremble.

  “Then we’ll protect her,” Emmy said cheerily.

  “It’s not that simple, love,” Dylan said, his voice devoid of emotion. “Vampires will want her dead, too.”

  “But why?” Her wide blue eyes stared back with innocence. “I’m a vampire, and I don’t want her dead. Besides, he’s not a werewolf. She can’t bear the next generation of puppies if she’s been with him.”

  “Because she’s likely carrying an abomination in her belly, even now.”

  This from Dylan, the kind one, made Lily swallow nervously. A baby? An abomination? That wasn’t possible. She’d never read of a hybrid child in all her research.

  “But she can’t be pregnant,” Joe said, his face darkening. He turned back to stare at her, too. “Vampires can’t impregnate humans.” His glance dropped to her belly.

  “But she’s not entirely human, is she?”

  Lily heard Quentin’s smug comment as if from a distance. The room had started spinning. I can’t be pregnant!

  “Now see what you’ve done!” Emmy glared up at the three men who hovered around the sofa in the lounge. “And babies are never abominations!”

  “What is it with you?” Quentin shoved Joe. “Are you single-handedly trying to populate the world?”

  “Leave off, Quent!” Dylan said. “We’ve got bigger problems than your jealousy.”

  “So, tell me how this is possible?” Joe asked, raking a hand through his hair, trying to gather his wits. The last few minutes had scrambled what was left of his brains. Finding out he was a father—and might be again soon—had him feeling like a low-down, dirty bastard. Then watching Lily drop like a brick to the floor had scared years off his life—if he’d had one.

  “We’re not spermless,” Dylan replied, “it’s a temperature thing that keeps us from impregnating humans, or even our own kind. This woman” he said, nodding toward Lily, “emits a chemical that excites werewolves and vampires. Our temperatures rise—just enough.”

  “Oh yeah,” Joe shook his head. She’d certainly made him hot the moment she’d parted her sweet thighs to pleasure herself. The one woman on the planet he should never have taken…

  “I’ve only experienced it once or twice myself, but then I’d had proper mentoring,” Dylan said, glaring at Quentin. “I knew we didn’t mix.”

  “But why is it such a terrible thing if she’s pregnant?” Darcy asked, wringing out a wet cloth above the station’s coffee pot. She laid it on Lily’s forehead.

  “We survive because we keep a balance in nature,” Dylan said, “vampire to human, werewolf to human. Even among us. The consequences of this union, vampire and werewolf, will upset that balance.”

  “Would you speak English for fucksake!” Emmy grumbled. “Get to the point. Has anyone else noticed how pompous he’s gotten since we married?”

  Dylan reached down and pulled her hair. “The point, my dear, is that any child of such a union may have extraordinary powers. Werewolves and vampires will want it destroyed before it can realize its full potential.”

  “But she’s not a werewolf, yet,” Joe protested.

  “She carries their DNA. She can pass it to her child.”

  Feeling sick to his stomach, Joe said, “Maybe she’s not pregnant. Hell, she’s still in heat.”

  “She’s
capable of conceiving throughout her heat—it doesn’t end until she stops ovulating. That doesn’t happen in a day. It begins when she conceives her first cub, but can last a week.”

  “What are you saying? She might be having a litter?”

  “Just how many times did you fuck her?” Quentin bellowed.

  “Oh God! I am going to have a dozen tits!”

  Lily sat up, her head still spinning. Quentin reached to steady her.

  “Get away from her,” Joe said, shoving the other vampire away. He knelt beside Lily. “Are you feeling better?”

  “I want to leave,” she said quietly.

  “All right, we’ll leave.”

  “No. By myself.” She looked into his face and saw something that looked like pain. But that couldn’t be. She was just someone he’d been attracted to because of the chemical she emitted.

  “You should let her leave, Joe.” Quentin said. “She’s a danger to everyone around her.”

  “She’s not going anywhere by herself,” Joe said, with the menacing look that always managed to turn her knees to jelly.

  “They’ll have to move into The Compound with us,” Darcy said.

  “The hell they will!” Quentin bit out.

  “What compound?” Joe asked.

  “Nicky’s old place,” Darcy explained. “The SU confiscated it along with the rest of his property. They deeded it to us to set up The Council.”

  “Council?”

  “You’ve a lot to catch up on,” Dylan said.

  “Look, I’m not going to any compound. I’m going home.” Lily struggled to stand, but her legs didn’t seem to have any strength and she crumpled back onto the sofa.

  “Stay put,” Joe said, placing his hand on her thigh to keep her there. “Why don’t you want me to come with you?”

  “Because I’m just a problem,” she said, through a veil of tears. “You don’t really want me.”

  He raised both eyebrows. “Don’t want you?”

  “If she moves in, she’ll have to stay put until she has the baby,” Dylan said, as though Lily hadn’t spoken a word. “Otherwise she’ll leave scent everywhere she goes. We can’t have her drawing every wolf and vamp in the region.”

  “What about after the baby’s born?” Quentin asked.

  “We’ll see,” Dylan replied. “The baby may not show any signs of its nature until it reaches adolescence.”