Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 (9 page)

She leaned her face into it for a moment and then
straightened. “My father attacked him. Killed him. Afterward, Daddy didn’t call
the police, even though he was hurt. We didn’t pack our things—we just left.”
She blinked to dry tears filling her eyes. “I didn’t know how bad he was hurt.
Before he died, he said I should be wary. That the man was a vampire.” She
looked into Joe’s troubled gaze. “He said vampires are my mortal enemies.”

“So why would you seek other vampires?”

Lily shrugged and felt the tears spill onto her
cheeks. “I had to know he wasn’t crazy. That he hadn’t died for nothing.” She sniffed.
“That he hadn’t murdered for nothing.”

His thumbs rubbed her tears away. “You saw him kill
the vampire?” Joe asked softly.

She nodded and blinked again. “He fell behind the
couch in our living room—so I never saw his body.”

“If I’m your mortal enemy, why aren’t you afraid of
me?”

“I was.”

“What changed your mind?”

His directness made her squirm. He deserved no less
from her. “The fact you offered me an out, when it was obvious you were dying…to
fuck me.”

His eyes glinted dangerously.

She recognized that look now and her body responded,
her nipples constricting into hard, erect points. Lily nodded toward her French
door. “You covered the glass.”

“It’ll be daylight soon.”

“Oh.” Worried for him, and yet morbidly curious, she
asked, “Will you disintegrate in the sunlight?”

His lips pursed around a smile. “I’ll melt into a
puddle of goo.”

Lily suppressed a smile at his teasing and licked her
lips. “I can
so
relate to that.”

“Take off your robe,” his voice purred.

She shook her head and clutched the collar of her
robe. “You first.”

His eyes narrowed, but he reached for the hem of his
T-shirt and drew it over his head. Then he reached for the button at the waist
of his jeans.

Lily’s gaze ate up every inch of flesh revealed. Despite
the angry wound on his shoulder, his broad frame gleamed with masculine power.
His happy trail of black hair drew her gaze downward. Her mouth watered.

Joe shucked off his jeans and his sex sprang from its
dark nest of curly hair, alert and potent.

Instant, intense arousal pulsed deep within her pussy.
She shrugged out of her robe and lay down, opening her arms.

Before his body covered hers, his fingers went
straight for her moist cleft, sliding between her pouty lips, his thumbnail
flicking the hood covering her clitoris.

Lily moaned and widened her legs, making room for him
to settle between them. Her hands drew his shoulders down, scraping his back,
urging him to take her with her sighs and eager caresses.

Joe’s breath, already shorter, fell hot upon her
cheeks, and then his mouth closed over hers and she was lost. Their tongues
warred, their chests met, his fingers rubbed moisture around her opening, and
then he was pressing his cock inside, crowding the tender tissues, groaning
into her mouth.

Lily slid her calves around his thighs and higher,
pressing his hips closer, pleading with her body for him to tunnel deeper.

Joe’s thrusts were shallow, just deep enough to excite
her inner walls into releasing more cream to coat his thick cock. He rocked
inside the cradle of her thighs, ending each thrust with a little jerk.

With her legs closing around his buttocks, she lifted
her hips off the mattress, squeezing, forcing him to drive deeper.

Then she was shattering, climaxing so strongly, she
moaned and writhed beneath him.

His mouth ate at hers, sucking on her tongue, biting
her lips, nuzzling under her chin—drinking her moans and giving them back with
his own deep, rumbling groans.

Then he planted his hands on the bed and pushed up.
His eyes glittered in the dim light, the skin tautening over his flushed
cheeks. Beneath her heels she felt the flex of muscles in his buttocks as he
rocked forward, gliding his cock inside her so deep he rammed her cervix.
Another flex and he pulled out, then in, and out…

Lily’s fingernails dug into his back, as she strained
upward, trying to meet each thrust—but he was too fast, too hard.

And his face was changing. She watched in fascinated
horror as the bones of his forehead pushed outward, stretching his skin into a
frightening mask. His lips curled up to bare his teeth, which slid downward.
They gleamed white and menacing in the dark.

Impossibly, she felt a second dark wave wash over her
and she held up her wrist to his mouth. “Drink! I want it all.”

He bit into her wrist and her breath hissed on an
indrawn breath. He mouthed her flesh and sucked, his buttocks turning to steel,
his body and cock thickening. His powerful thrusts pushed her up the bed until
her head banged against the headboard. She reached with her free hand to brace
herself against it, and then all thought stopped.

Only sensation registered in her brain—flames licked
at her loins, curling inside her belly, drawing breath and blood to her core
like a cold-hot ball of tension that curved her toes, pulled her legs higher,
and arched her back off the bed.

As if from a distance, she heard a long, thready
scream and color burst like a fireball behind her closed lids.

She came back to herself slowly, hearing her jagged
breaths loud inside her ears. Sweat cooled on her face beneath the strokes of
the blades above her, and a large weight pressed her body deep into the
mattress.

Lily raised a shaking hand to stroke the short, wet
curls at the back of Joe’s head. His face nuzzled her breast and his hot mouth
latched onto her nipple. Lily’s heart squeezed. In the most elemental way, he
sought comfort from her body.

He stirred, but she held him within the circle of her
thighs, reluctant to let him leave her. He plied her breast with glides of his
tongue then kissed the crest of her nipple and raised his head. “You make me
forget why I came here in the first place.”

Lily smiled, feeling tired and a little sad. She didn’t
need reminding he was here only because he sought a “cure” for his condition.

“You’ll call your voodoo priestess, today?” he asked.

She nodded.

“We have two questions for her, now.”

Lily was suddenly too sleepy to ask him what the
second question was.

“Lily?”

“Yes?” she murmured sleepily.

“Don’t go out alone today.”

Lily woke with a start. Sunlight winked from the edges
of the blanket covering the door on her balcony. She reached out and felt along
the surface of her nightstand for her alarm clock and held it in front of her
face, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the bright readout. It was
mid-afternoon.

Turning on her side she found Joe, lying on his back,
his chest barely moving. Alarmed, she leaned over him and pressed her ear to
his chest. His heart beat—albeit slowly. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he
slept like the dead.

Lily brushed his chest with a kiss and cuddled close
to his side, her arm stretched over his belly. It had been such a long time
since she’d woken up with a man in her bed. She drew in a deep breath and
closed her eyes to savor his man-smell—the tangy fragrance of sweat, a trace of
spicy aftershave, the lingering aroma of sex.

His face, softened by sleep, was beautiful. Something
she hadn’t really noticed when his dark, sensual gaze burned away all other
observations. His eyelashes, thick and curly, were dark crescents, his nose a
sharp blade, his mouth a wicked curve, even in his sleep.

Her gaze drifted down, across his latte-colored chest
and belly. A light furring of black hair led her gaze downward to the edge of
the sheet. It dipped between his legs and molded the hummock of his sex.

She wondered whether he dreamed—and whether she
figured in his dreams.

Her hand idly caressed his chest, traced the quickly
healing wounds on his shoulder, and drifted downward to circle his taut belly.
She had maybe one or two more nights with her vampire—not nearly enough time to
pump him for information she needed to feed her research. Not nearly enough
time for all the loving she wanted.

Her fingers nudged the sheet draping his hips.

Stick to the research!
She wondered how vulnerable this deep sleep left a
vampire and whether he would respond to external stimuli. She rose up on her
knees. “Joe,” she whispered.

No response. Not a flutter of an eyelash. No change to
his breathing pattern.

Lily extended a finger and tickled his ribs.

Again, no response.

Feeling bolder, she poked him hard with her finger.
Still he didn’t move.

“Hmmm…” Lily slowly peeled down the sheet to expose
his penis. It lay curved along his thigh. Sleeping, it hardly appeared the
fearsome sword he’d wielded the night before.

She bit her lip and pondered the ethics of examining a
man’s private parts while he slept. She traced his length with her fingernail
and glanced up guiltily to see whether he’d moved.

Nothing.

She reached for her glasses in the top drawer of her
nightstand and slid them over her nose.

Then she reached for his cock and straightened it
along his thigh to measure it with her palm and fingertips. It was one hand
plus the length of just her fingertips long when relaxed. She laid it gently on
his belly and cupped his balls. They were heavy, about the size and weight of a
couple of tangerines.

She gently squeezed and tugged his sac noting his cock
expanded and lengthened. Could he be fully aroused in his present hibernating
state? She wanted to know, although she didn’t have a clue where she could
publish such a finding.

Stripping the sheet away to bare his legs and toes,
she came to a quick decision. She had a duty to explore every attribute of her
subject—in the name of science, of course.

On her knees, she stepped over his leg and gently
pushed his thighs wider to make room for herself. She knelt between them and
bent to take his balls into her mouth.

Joe fought his way through layers of dreams where
monsters with golden eyes and savage fangs chased him through damp, dark,
cobblestone streets. He ran on, the sound of his heart beating and the searing
breaths squeezing from his lungs, louder than the impact of his booted heels.

His limbs grew more leaden the farther he ran. He’d
been here before, knew what the outcome of this encounter would be, and knew he
was powerless to change his course. The sounds from his pursuers were closer
now. He didn’t dare take his gaze from the uneven road in front of him to look
over his shoulder, but he could hear the scrape of their claws just behind his
heels and smell their foul breath as they closed in on him.

This is a dream! No more.
And yet he knew he’d lived these minutes. Every
detail was too clear, the scents and sights too crisp for imagination.

With dread weighing down his shoulders he waited for
them to pounce and tear at his flesh. He almost wished they’d go ahead and end
it. For then he’d awaken—as he always did.

Instead, this time the sounds of the wolves grew faint
and the damp, dark street faded. His sluggish heart beat faster. He was waking
this time before they killed him.

Joe felt the pleasant tug of something warm and
lusciously wet on his balls. His eyes opened only a slit to peer down at the
woman mouthing his sac.
Lily!
She’d chased his nightmare away.

A shaft of light reflecting off the mirror above her
bureau struck her hair, igniting the golden strands in her hair like a halo and
glinting off the wire surrounding her glasses. The odd sight of her naked body
bobbing above his groin and her glasses slowly fogging had him suppressing a
smile.

She tugged again, her tongue swirling over first one
ball then the other, and he noted that one hand rested lightly on the end of
his dick. He wished for a stronger grip, but guessed she was gauging his growth
by the way her hand squeezed first one side, then the other, and then her
finger measured the distance from the tip of his dick to his belly button.

His professor certainly took her research seriously.

So did his cock. He felt the blood rushing to his
loins, filling his staff with steely ardor.

Regrettably, she released his balls. “Oh my!” Lily
slid her glasses down her nose to peer at him above her misty lenses.

Joe carefully regulated the rise and fall of his chest
and kept his eyes slitted to see what she’d do next.

Lily measured him from root to tip, using both hands,
palm to fingertip, palm to fingertip. When she finished, her lips pursed around
a silent whistle.

“I suppose you’ll want to slip a scale beneath him
next,” he murmured.

Lily screeched and rested her hand on her heaving
chest. Color flooded her stricken cheeks. “You could have told me you were
awake.”