Dalakis Passion 2 - Lucian's Delight (11 page)

Delight had done an amazing job raising her brother on her own. But right now, he had
to diffuse the situation. He needed to take Delight somewhere quiet so they could talk.
"I am Lucian
Dalakis
. And I am the man who is going to marry your sister."
Chapter Eleven
Delight
looked around the fancy restaurant, feeling slightly dazed. Absolute chaos
had erupted the second Lucian had dropped his little bombshell on her and her family.
Chase was both hurt and angry, but strangely enough, Miss Nadine seemed quite
pleased by the turn of events. Lucian had sat calmly in his chair, looking so pleased
with himself that she'd wanted to smack him.
Marry him
. The man had completely lost his mind. Her life was totally out of control
and his life certainly couldn't bear scrutiny by the police. She kept trying to distance
herself and her problems from him and Lucian kept pulling her closer. It was enough to
make any sane woman want to beat her head repeatedly against a wall.
Instead, she had taken the time to calmly assure her family that this was the first
she'd heard of this proposal. That appeased her brother somewhat, but Delight had felt
Miss Nadine's obvious disappointment.
When Lucian had suggested that he take her out to dinner so that they could
discuss the matter further, she'd readily agreed. She wanted to give the man a piece of
her mind and she didn't want to do it where Miss Nadine or Chase might overhear.
Delight had managed to put Chase off by promising to tell him everything.
Soon.
He was still mad with her, but he'd grudgingly agreed to give her a little more time. She
ached to tell Chase everything, but she would have to clear it with Lucian first. After all,
it was a very big secret she was asking the man to share with her family.
It hadn't taken her long to run upstairs, slap some cold water on her face and haul
on a dress. It was made of a black, stretchy material that clung to her curves and ended
just above her knees. She paired it with a pair of black sandals and decided that it was
good enough to go anywhere. It would have to be, as she didn't own another fancy
dress. A swipe of the brush through her hair and a quick slick of lipstick and then she
was hurrying back downstairs. Delight hadn't wanted to chance leaving Chase and
Lucian alone together for too long.
So here she was, with Lucian's large hand on her back, being ushered across the
floor of a very exclusive restaurant. They hadn't had reservations, but the moment the
maitre d' had seen Lucian, he had welcomed them effusively, assuring Lucian that his
usual table was ready for him. Delight had felt the stares of envy from several people
who were still waiting for a table. If she wasn't mistaken, one of them was a famous
movie star.
In spite of her determination not to be impressed, she couldn't resist a discrete peek
around the place. It was harder to get a table at Black Velvet than any other restaurant
in the city. Only the rich and famous got to dine here and even they sometimes had to
wait for a table. But Lucian had been immediately whisked away from the reception
area.
Her feet sank into the plush carpet as she walked across the floor. Everything about
Black Velvet screamed good taste and money from the cream-colored walls to the lush
greenery that gave the impression that one was seated in a rooftop garden. Balcony
doors were wide open and Delight glimpsed some patrons dining outside.
The clink and clatter of people dining followed them across the room. All the tables
were covered with floor-length, snowy white linen tablecloths and were set with the
finest china and crystal. Everything gleamed. She managed to catch a quick glimpse of
some of the meals people were eating. Everything looked and smelled delicious, and
her stomach growled.
Embarrassed, she placed her hand on her stomach, hoping no one had heard.
Lucian dispelled that myth when he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Not much
longer. We must keep your strength up." She didn't even acknowledge his words, but
she could hear the wicked, teasing undertone and could feel the heat creeping up her
cheeks.
Keeping her head down, she followed the man in starched white shirt and black
tuxedo as he led them to an isolated corner. The table was round and had a curved
bench seat instead of chairs. With lush greenery surrounding it, it was almost like
entering a private bower. Delight forgot her embarrassment and just enjoyed herself by
taking in the splendid sight.
"This is beautiful." She hadn't meant to speak aloud. Now she felt totally gauche,
but the headwaiter just smiled at her.
"Thank you, madam." Extending his arm with a flourish, he motioned her to take
her seat.
Delight sat down and scooted around the bench. Lucian was right behind her, his
large body taking up much of the space. There was room for only two people at the
table and the small size of the seat assured that they would indeed be close. It was a
table for lovers, cloaked in shadows and lit only by two white pillar candles that sat in
silver holders.
Lucian immediately ordered a bottle of wine. Delight's eyes widened as she
recognized the exclusive label. Their waiter beamed his approval before hurrying off to
fetch their wine. "That's too expensive." She kept her voice to a whisper, not wanting to
be accidentally overheard.
He shook his head at the scolding tone in her voice. She could tell he wasn't taking
her seriously at all.
Fine.
Let him waste all his money on a stupid bottle of wine. What
did she care? Her hands shook as she clasped her small purse in her lap. She knew she
was being unreasonable about the wine, but it gave her something to focus on other
than the much larger problems facing her.
Sighing, Lucian placed his finger beneath her chin and raised her face up. "I did not
bring you here to distress you." Bending forward, he nipped at her lips and then
soothed them with his tongue. "You do not seem to comprehend that money is of no
concern to me. I have more than I can ever spend and it is easy to make more."
Delight licked her lips, wanting to capture Lucian's taste on her tongue. It took her
a moment for his words to register in her mind and when they did, she spoke without
thinking. "That doesn't mean you have to waste it."
Lucian threw back his head and laughed. It wasn't a light chuckle, but a straight
from the bottom of the stomach belly laugh. The sight of him mesmerized her. With his
head thrown back, his long black hair trailed down over his shoulders and disappeared
behind his back. His normally austere features relaxed, making him look younger and
more carefree.
There was no way she could stay mad at him. Delight smiled even though his
laughter was at her expense. When he looked back at her, his eyes were twinkling with
delight. She just shook her head at him and shushed him. Unfortunately, that set his
laughter off once again.
"My sweet," Lucian said as he regained control of himself. "I'll never have to worry
about you wanting me for my money. You object so strongly when I try to spend some
of it on you."
"Money isn't important to me."
Lucian sobered at her words and she regretted them immediately. Once again, he
was the strong, silent man she'd come to know. She already missed his laughter and his
smile.
He clasped one of her hands in his and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle
individually. "I know you do not care if I have money. But the fact is that I have it." She
shivered as his tongue snaked out to taste between her fingers. "I want only to bring
you pleasure and if spending a few dollars can do that,
then
please allow me the
privilege."
"All right," she murmured. When he put it that way, she felt slightly silly for
having objected. After all, it was his money.
Just then, the wine steward materialized by the table and began the ritual of
opening and presenting the wine to Lucian for approval. Delight sat back against the
plush cushions and watched Lucian. Sophisticated and cultured were the two words
that came to her mind. When both wineglasses had been filled, Lucian handed one to
her and waited for her to taste. The golden liquid tingled in her mouth and slid easily
down her throat. She'd never tasted anything quite like it. "It's wonderful."
The wine steward was replaced by their waiter who handed them both gilded
menus as he listed the evening specials. Delight was pleasantly amused when she
opened the heavy vellum pages and realized there were no prices listed. She guessed
that if you had to ask, then you shouldn't be here. Determined to enjoy herself, she
scanned the menu and then ordered the poached salmon in dill sauce with baby
potatoes and glazed carrots. Lucian ordered a steak, rare.
It occurred to her that in the short time she'd known
him,
Lucian had become the
most important person in her life next to her brother and Miss Nadine. It was crazy and
impossible to fall for a man so hard and so fast, but Delight was very afraid that was
exactly what she had done. The thought of not seeing him again made her heart ache
and her soul weep.
Physically, he appealed to her in every way. She seemed to be in a low-level state of
arousal every time she was near him. Just sitting next to him was turning her on. His
large body radiated
a strength
and warmth that made her want to just crawl right inside
him and never come out.
The thought of his hands on her skin made her breasts swell and ache and her
nipples bead into hard nubs that pushed against front of the dress. She wasn't wearing
a bra, as the dress had one built into its construction because it had spaghetti straps. The
rasp of the material against her sensitive nipples made her want to moan.
She shifted on the seat, trying to ease the throbbing between her thighs. Her panties
were already soaked in her juices and her pussy clenched in need. What was it about
Lucian that made her want and need
him
so? She didn't know and for tonight, she
didn't want to question it.
Her problems were still very real and had to be dealt with, but for once in her life,
she wanted to throw her responsibilities aside for an evening and just immerse herself
in her sensual side.
A need to please Lucian grew deep inside her. Last night, he'd brought her to
sensual heights that she'd never even dreamed of. Tonight, she wanted to return the
favor. A wicked idea formed in her mind. She licked her lips, wondering if she was
daring enough to do it. Taking one last look around, she confirmed their absolute
seclusion from the rest of the restaurant. Only the muted sounds of people talking and
eating permeated their privacy.
When the waiter gathered their menus and left them, Delight made her move.
Casually dropping her linen napkin on the floor.
She feigned surprise and then reached
down beneath the table. "Oops. I'll just get that."

"Leave it. The waiter will bring you another."
"No, I've just about got it." Not giving
herself
time to think about what she was
about to do, Delight allowed herself to slip from her seat until she was on her hands
and knees under the table. Ignoring the napkin, she scooted over until she was kneeling
in front of Lucian.
"Delight."
Lucian sounded slightly perplexed. She felt him shift as he lifted the
edge of the tablecloth.
Acting quickly so she didn't lose her nerve, Delight placed her hands on the front of
Lucian's legs and slid them up over his knees until they were on top of his thighs. The
muscles shifted and clenched beneath her palms.
She pushed his legs apart and scooted between his spread thighs. Her face was
directly in front of the crotch of his pants. The material bulged forward as his cock grew
and thickened. Delight licked her lips in anticipation as she reached for the fastener on
his pants.
The button was hard to undo because the material was pulled so tight, but she
persevered and was rewarded when it finally slipped through the hole. Lucian muffled
a groan as she eased the zipper over his swollen cock. Pushing back the material, she
was slightly startled when warm flesh leapt out to meet her hand. He wasn't wearing
any underwear.
His musky scent filled her senses, making her squirm with need. She wanted that
cock thrusting hard against her sensitive flesh. But that would come later. This was for
him.
The table moved slightly, making her jump. Her startled gaze flew to Lucian who
was now staring down at her. He'd only moved the table a few inches, but by doing
that and tugging up the ends of the tablecloth, he could see her kneeling between his
legs waiting to service him.
His eyes scorched her entire body as he stared at her. "Pull down your top so I can
see your breasts."
Delight felt wicked as more liquid seeped from her core at his heated command.
Taking her time, she
shimmied
the straps down over her shoulders before peeling the
clingy dress down her torso and letting the material pool at her waist. Skimming her
hands back over her stomach, she palmed her breasts, rubbing the sensitive tips until
she moaned.
Lucian's strong fingers tangled in her short hair and guided her mouth towards his
straining cock. She laughed wickedly as she swirled her tongue around the bulbous tip,
taking pleasure in licking the liquid seeping from its slit. Using her fingers, she cupped
his sac gently and massaged his balls as she continued to flick her tongue around the
top of his cock.
With her other hand, she gripped the bottom of his shaft, squeezing it tight. Then
she began to move it up to the very top before sliding it back down to the base. Up and
down, she pumped her hand in a slow rhythm. His cock pulsed in her hand and she felt
an answering call from her pussy.
Shifting slightly, she straddled one of his legs, rubbing her aching sex as hard as she
could. Lucian thrust his leg harder against her pussy and Delight moaned with
pleasure. His cock jumped in her mouth as the vibration went through him.
She thought she heard him swear softly and then her head was caught in the vise of
his hands. "Deeper."
Not waiting for her to comply, he arched his hips and drove his length into her
warm mouth. Delight parted her lips, eager to take him as deep as she could. Using her
tongue, she stroked the length of his cock as he pulled it to the edge of her lips before
forging his way back in again.
Delight could feel his tension as she continued to suck and lick his thrusting cock.
She could feel his sac moving closer to his body and knew he was close to coming.
Feeling her own desire growing, she arched her lower body against his leg.
Reaching down, she tugged the skirt of her dress higher until she could rub her
damp panties against him. Her inner muscles were clenching tight now, needy and
desperate.
Lucian's fingers grew almost painful as he clutched at her hair. Pumping his hips
hard, he drove his cock deep into her throat one final time. His release was fast and
furious and brought
on her own
. The moment she felt his cum spurt inside her mouth,
she pressed her sex as hard as she could against his leg and came immediately. She
swallowed as her lower body jerked and heaved.
When Lucian finally finished and sank back into the plush seat, Delight continued
to suck on his length, unwilling to let him go just yet. She was just about to move when
the tablecloth was jerked back in place.
Delight blinked at the darkness and then froze when she heard the waiter's slightly
perplexed voice. "Mademoiselle has left?"
"The lady is powdering her nose. Leave her dinner and do not disturb us." Lucian's
deep commanding voice made her shiver and to her surprise, she felt desire welling up
inside her again. She lazily sucked on his semi-erect cock and was annoyed when one of
his hands reached beneath the table and tugged her head back until he popped out of
her mouth. Sighing softly, she rested her head on his thigh and waited.
The waiter's quick "Yes sir" was followed by the clink of dinnerware being place
upon the table.
Delight didn't move, even when she heard the retreating footsteps of the waiter.
She was content to stay where she was so she wouldn't have to face Lucian. Now that
the pleasure was fading from her orgasm, she could hear the sounds of the restaurant
around her, and common sense was beginning to reassert itself. She couldn't believe
that she'd just given a blowjob in a public place.
"You can't stay down there all night long." Lucian's amused voice drifted down to
her.
"Yes I can."
The tablecloth was flicked back and she blinked as his face came into focus. "Where
has the temptress gone?"
Delight buried her face against the fabric of Lucian's pants, ignoring him as he
zipped and buttoned them. Before she could figure out what to say or do, he reached
down and eased her from under the table.
His hands slid from her shoulders and came to rest over her bare breasts. Using his
thumbs, he teased the still hard nubs before leaning down and sucking one right into
his mouth. Delight shifted on the bench, pushing her breast closer to Lucian's mouth.
She suddenly no longer cared that they were in a public place, she wanted his mouth
everywhere.
As if he'd read her mind, he raised his head and smiled a wicked smile.
"Soon, my
love."
He lapped at her nipple one last time before sitting back. "But first you must pay
for your teasing."
"What do you mean?" She could feel her pussy clench as Lucian spoke and more of
her cream seeped from inside her.
"First, we will enjoy our dinner." Delight was confused by his change of subject and
started to tug her dress back up to cover herself. Lucian's hand shot out and grabbed
her wrist, stopping her. "Leave it. I want to look at you while we eat."
"I can't." She cast a worried gaze to the small secluded opening that led to their
private corner.
"But you will. There is no need to be concerned." It was a command. But Delight
felt as if it was a test as well.
A test of trust.
She trusted him with her life. She could give him this. Her sense of humor
reasserted itself and she felt the corners of her mouth turn up slightly. The worst thing
that could happen was that the waiter would see her and they would be asked to leave.
Picking up her fork, she tasted her salmon. Chewing carefully, she savored the
flavor before swallowing. Pointing her fork at Lucian, she made her final plea.
"Remember, if we get thrown out of here it's
all your
fault."
Lucian chuckled as he picked up his cutlery and sliced off a thin piece of the bloody
rare steak. His teeth gleamed in the candlelight as he forked a piece into his mouth. She
trembled slightly as she watched him chew and swallow. His every movement was one
of sensual pleasure. He never took his eyes off her breasts as he ate.
"I will remember." Delight felt goose bumps cover her torso and she knew he was
referring not to what she had said, but rather, to what she had just done.
Chapter Twelve
Delight hadn't realized there was such a thing as sensual torture until this evening.
Because that's exactly what supper had been.
She felt edgy and her skin felt like it was
too tight on her body, she was so aroused.
Lucian had finally allowed her to dress when he'd finished eating his steak. Or
rather, he'd dressed her. Enjoying every moment of her discomfort, Lucian had once
again fondled and kissed her breasts until she was ready to throw him on the table and
have her way with him. Then, the devil had calmly tugged the straps over her arms and
fixed them into place seconds before the waiter had returned to find out if they'd
wanted coffee. Both of them had declined.
Lucian was close behind her as they walked up the steps of his home. Neither of
them had spoken on the short ride back to his house. Both of them were lost in their
own thoughts. Now that the time had come to talk, Delight wasn't sure she was ready.
It was easier just to live in the moment and to enjoy the sexual pleasures they shared.
When the door closed behind her with a solid thud, Delight tossed her small purse
on the table that sat just inside the foyer as she turned to face Lucian. All thoughts of
talk fled the moment she laid eyes on his face. His green eyes blazed with lust and the
hard planes of his face were even more chiseled in appearance. He had the look of a
man who had reached the end of his limits.
Every muscle in his huge body seemed to be pulled tight, making him seem even
larger than usual. The front zipper of his pants bulged. Lucian was very aroused again
and making no secret of the fact. His blatant desire fanned the embers of her own and
her body responded immediately.
She licked her lips as she felt the moisture between her legs coat her already damp
panties. The ache between her thighs began to throb once again and her hips swayed
towards him.
Lucian stalked towards her, his intent clearly stamped on his face. He wanted her.
Now.
Delight took a step back, partly aroused and partly afraid of his overwhelming
passion. He didn't stop, but kept coming towards her. Delight kept backing up until she
felt the wall at her back. There was nowhere left to go.
He loomed over her, his eyes running down over her body from her head to her
toes and back up again. His eyes lingered on her breasts and the juncture between her
legs, pure possession blazing from their depths.
She felt all the air leave her body in a rush. It was if he was physically touching her
with his hands instead of just with his eyes. Her skin sizzled wherever his eyes landed
until she felt as if her entire body was ablaze.
"Breathe." She felt his breath on her cheek as his softly spoken word seemed to drift
towards her. Air filled her lungs as she took a deep breath and then another.
Crowding closer to her, he inserted himself between her legs, forcing her to spread
her feet wider to accommodate him. His hard erection poked against her stomach,
making it flutter with nervousness.
She glanced up at him and froze as he smiled at her. In the dim light of the foyer,
she could see two long fangs gleaming. Her hands clutched the front of his shirt,
whether to push him away or pull him closer, she wasn't sure. With her entire world
turned upside down, he offered her stability and she clung to it.
With her lower body pinned to the wall by his, she was at the mercy of his superior
strength. Yet, she still had no fear of him. One hand rose slowly to caress her cheek. His
fingers were so
gentle,
she nuzzled her face closer, wanting more. He groaned and his
fingers slid down to cup her chin, tilting it up so she was caught in his burning gaze.
"You know what I am."
"Yes."
If anything, her single word seemed to drive the tension in him even higher. The
grip on her face tightened as if he wanted to make sure she could not escape him.
"I am a vampire." He spoke each word carefully, making sure she did not
misunderstand him.
She tried to nod, but his fingers made it impossible for her to do more than tilt her
head slightly. He thrust his lower body harder against her. She arched her hips in
response, wanting him closer.
Longing to have him buried inside her.
"I am immortal. I need blood to sustain me. Prolonged exposure to sunlight, a stake
through the heart, and beheading will kill me.
Nothing else."
He gave a short bark of
laughter. "Except perhaps you."
"I would never hurt you." The promise poured from her lips before she had time to
think. Just the mere thought of hurting him was abhorrent to her.
A grim smile crossed his lips, making his face look cruel in the meager light.
"
Dalakis
men love only once in their lifetime. It is their gift and their curse." His hand
curved down her chin until it was wrapped loosely around her throat. "Many have
given up in despair and faced the killing sunlight rather than live any longer without
finding their true love. Others have done the same after being rejected. And a few have
joined their love in death after a human lifetime is lived and their mate dies."
Leaning down, he rested his forehead against hers. "It is your choice to make."
Delight sagged against the wall for support when he stepped back from her,
releasing her totally. Her knees felt weak and she felt empty inside at the thought of
never seeing him again.
"But know this," he continued, drawing himself up to his full height. "If you stay
now, I will never let you go."
The force of his words rocked her to her core. In a flash, the urban, sophisticated
man disappeared to be replaced by the barbarian warrior of old. Cold ruthlessness and
power emanated from him. This was not a man to be crossed or thwarted by anyone.
It would be so easy just to give in to him, lured by the sensual promise he offered.
But Delight wanted more.
Needed more than just a sexual relationship.
She licked her
dry lips, and locked her knees to steady herself as she pushed away from the wall. He
had to say the words. She needed to be sure before committing herself to what was sure