Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 (3 page)

The man took a deep breath and stepped aside, looking
as though the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders. Poor man. He
was just confused—damaged by the woman who had scorned him.

Lily felt a moment’s compassion for him—until she
realized he was staring at her neck again. And worse, this close proximity with
the dark angel was playing havoc with
her
hormones. She moved away from
the table then turned to face him. “Sir, you’ll need to move along, now. I have
work to do here.”

A muscle in his jaw clenched and his intense, black
stare pinned her to the spot. “Take me home with you.”

Her body throbbed beneath his gaze. She shook her
head, afraid to say anything. The only word in her one-word dictionary at the
moment was
yes!

“Professor, do you want help packin’ up the materials?”
Cissy’s voice broke in.

Relief made her knees weak. Someone else stood between
her and her wavering willpower. “Yes! I’m finished here tonight. Good evening,
sir.” Then she turned her back on him and walked away.

With Cissy’s help, she quickly gathered the pamphlets
remaining on the table and stacked them in a cardboard box to take home,
carefully keeping her back to the man.

“He’s still here!” Cissy hissed from the opposite side
of the table, her gaze trained on a spot behind Lily’s shoulder.

“You’d better call me a cab,” Lily whispered.

“I’ll make sure one of the guys walks you out. He
seems kinda intense.”

Lily shivered. That kind of intensity could be
devastating when turned full force on a woman. Too bad he was deranged. “I’m
sure he’s harmless, but why take a chance? Go call me that cab.”

* * * * *

It had taken Joe half an hour and a quarter pint of
blood to find her apartment in the long, white two-story stucco building in the
center of the French Quarter. The super led him straight to the door, then
walked off, his eyes glazed under the influence of Joe’s suggestion he give his
wife a tumble.

It took another half an hour to feed from the man who
lived in the apartment next to the professor’s until he slept, just so Joe
could climb out on his ironwork balcony and make the leap to hers.

Finally, he stood hidden in the shadows while he
watched her through lacy curtains, her French doors opened to the sultry night
air. With only light from the streetlamp outside to chase away the darkness,
Joe could discern every detail of her bedroom. She lay not five feet from him
atop pale pink sheets.
Naked.
Her knees bent, her creamy thighs splayed.
So close he could smell her ripening scent.

She was pleasuring herself.

Joe’s cock stirred and unfurled, lengthening by the
second as he watched her.

A fan pulsed from the ceiling above her, lifting the
gold-brown hair curving over her breasts to tangle with the fingers tugging at
her nipples. When her hands moved down her rounded belly, his gaze clung
hungrily to the turgid points surrounded by their pale rose circles. His mouth
watered, imagining the velvet-soft flesh surrendering to his kisses. Succulent
morsels yielding the sweetest gift—her blood from the heart of her femininity.

She truly sealed her fate when one hand glided past
the fur at her mons to cup her sex. Joe’s cock pressed insistently against his
jeans, tightening when her fingers stroked between her outer labia to caress
the thin folds within. Moisture glistened as she rubbed it over her lips, long
sliding strokes that dipped inside and swirled outward.

Then her other hand entered the play, and her fingers
parted the swollen labia, pulling them back to expose her engorged clitoris.
She touched the shiny nub once and shivered as though the spot were too
sensitive, and then her fingers glided away.

She circled the mouth of her vagina, dipping her
fingertips into the well and spreading her juice. Liquid seeped to coat her
hand, and she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the tips clean. Soft
appreciative groans broke from her throat.

Joe sweated. He’d never seen a woman enjoy her own
essence like this one. His body was gripped with the need to shove his cock
deep inside her cream-filled channel.

Instead, he braced an arm against the window casing
and his other hand went to the hard bulge at the front of his jeans. Desperate
to take the edge off his need, he flicked open the button on his waistband and
eased the zipper down, shoving his briefs beneath his balls, enjoying the way
the elastic constricted. His hot flesh escaped its prison, filling his hand. He
encircled his shaft and stroked it, letting urgency fill his loins as he
watched her.

Her hand slid beneath her pillow and pulled out a
long, flesh-tone object that she caressed like a man’s cock. She sucked the
head of the dildo, wetting it with her spit, closing her eyes. Did she imagine
a man shafting into her mouth?

Joe did. His cock pulsed and a pearl of pre-cum beaded
at the tiny opening atop the crown of his sex. He rubbed the moisture around
the tip with his thumb.

She fingered the base of her symmetrical shaft and it
hummed, just like his body, triggered by her sexy moan at the first touch of
her vibrator to the tips of her breasts. Her mouth opened in a gasp.

Joe’s breath drew in sharply, imagining her taking his
cock into her mouth. He squeezed himself, gliding the skin stretched tight as a
rubber band over his cock, back and forth, faster.

She circled the dildo on one tit while her free hand
massaged the other, the nipple winking between her fingertips. Then she placed
it between her generous breasts and squeezed them around the dildo as her body
writhed on the bed, her hips lifting, pulsing in the air.

Joe’s hips answered, pushing his cock through his
clenched fist, faster now, building heat and friction. He dropped spit onto his
shaft and worked it with his fist, gliding easily, imagining the woman’s
undulating body convulsing along his cock.

Abruptly, the woman rolled onto her stomach and came
to her knees, planting them wide apart on the bed, letting her chest fall to
the mattress. Reaching between her legs, she spread her lips and coaxed the
vibrator into her pussy, working it inside her, inch by inch, twisting it in her
cream to lubricate its length and push deeper.

Joe’s grip nearly strangled his cock. The sight of her
pale cheeks quivering in the air, the dildo clutched in her fist pumping in and
out, pushed him over the edge. He felt the pressure build in his balls.

Her chest rubbed on the sheets and her hips circled on
her hand-held cock, until she cried out and shoved the dildo deep, cramming it
inside as far as it could reach with the flat of her palm. She moaned and
bucked, her soft whimpers carried on the air. When the pulsing of her hips
stopped, she sobbed and fell to the blanket, turning to her back, her legs
askew, her hair a tangled cloud on her pillow.

Looking at her quivering belly and the dildo that
peeked from inside her body, Joe groaned and spent his seed in a hot stream on
the floor of her balcony.

Too late, he realized he’d cried aloud.

“Is someone there?”

Lily clutched the edge of the sheet and pulled it over
her body. She’d heard a groan. A man’s guttural moan.

Someone had watched while she masturbated. A shadow
shifted on her balcony and a large figure stepped through her door. Ashamed and
frightened out of her life, Lily knew she didn’t have time to reach for the
telephone. Besides, her throat was closing around her terror—making it impossible
to scream for help.

She dropped the sheet and rolled off the bed, landing
on her feet. The dildo dropped to the floor with a dull thud. She’d almost
reached her bedroom door, when a weight slammed into her back and forced her
forward. She expected pain, but at the last minute the man’s hands steadied her
and eased her to the wall, his weight pressing against her naked flesh.

“Remember me?” a deep, resonant voice drawled.

Lily shuddered and bit her lip. Did she remember?
Tall, Dark, and Tawny as a cat? She’d come, fucking a dildo, while this man’s
voice purred inside her head.

Something stirred against her buttocks and she grew
cold, realizing his naked cock poked at her. It was substantially larger than
her dildo. Finding her voice at last, she asked, “Are you going to rape me?”
She was proud her voice didn’t tremble.

Suddenly, she was released. Afraid to turn, she hugged
the wall for a moment and listened to the rustling behind her to determine what
he was doing. She heard the rasp of a zipper and his footsteps walking toward
her bed.

Just as she’d decided to make another go at the door,
something warm and nubby was dropped around her shoulders. Her robe. She stuck
her arms inside and quickly belted the waist before turning to face her intruder,
glad for the flimsy protection of a garment.

Shadows mottled his face, but she saw enough to note
the tension that made a muscle jump in his jaw and the ones in his shoulders
bunch. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

Lily took heart in the fact that he appeared unarmed—and
that he’d tucked his substantial cock away. Perhaps, she could talk him out of
whatever he planned. She took a deep breath. “Do you mind if I turn on the
light? I can’t see your face.”

She walked slowly toward her bed, keeping her eyes on
him, and switched on the bedside lamp. Golden light spilled into the room, but
didn’t lessen her fear. Her heart leapt faster. He appeared even larger in the
light. His shoulders seemed to fill the room, his height stretched toward the
ceiling.

Maybe she just needed to get a grip.

“Why are you here?” She replayed what little she knew
about him.
Appeal to his delusion.
“And weren’t you supposed to wait for
my invitation?”

The man shrugged. A smile tugged at the corners of his
lips. “You refused mine. So I followed you home.”

“I didn’t think you guys could just come inside
someone’s home unless invited.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking
about.”

“You. Vampires. You can’t come inside without an
invitation.”

“Can it,” he said, his mouth twisting. “You don’t
believe in that stuff. You’re patronizing me. Trying out your psycho-bullshit
to talk me out of what I have to do.”

Lily lifted her chin and tightened her lips to keep
them from trembling. “And what is that?”

The little half smile did nothing to soften his
expression. His eyes grew heavy-lidded and he took a step closer. “First, I
need to fuck you…”

He said it so matter-of-factly his meaning took a
moment to sink in. Then Lily gasped and stepped back. “I’m not—you’re not—”
Even as her heart raced in alarm, liquid heat pooled between her thighs.

He took another step. “I need to feed from you…”

Her knees met the edge of the mattress. Another step
and he’d be on top of her. Why that thought didn’t make her scream mystified
her. Instead, she held her ground, lifting her chin defiantly. She ignored the
fact her belly shivered with excitement.

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers. “Then
I’m going to get some questions answered.”

She drew in a ragged little breath, drinking in his
musky-male scent. “And after that?”

He stared at her mouth. “If you ask me real pretty, I’ll
fuck you again.”

Her traitorous body responded, her knees growing
wobbly, her pussy throbbing in time with her pounding heart. She lifted her
hands to push him back, but they fluttered on his chest before settling there. “And
after?” Her voice shook now, but not from fear.

His head lowered and he nuzzled her ear. “You think I’m
going to kill you, don’t you?” he whispered and kissed her neck. “I don’t do
that, lady. I’ll leave you well satisfied.”

Lily cursed her weakness, the heat that curled in her
belly and perfumed the air with her arousal. She wanted to be stronger.

Her hands fisted in his black T-shirt and she
glowered, cursing him silently for tempting her—then she shoved up his shirt.

His eyes widened and he held himself very still.

Lily looked up from beneath her lashes, knowing she
blushed with mortification, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed his
nipples in her mouth, his cock inside her cunt.
Now.
Her arousal was
full-blown and trickling down her thighs.

The bastard hadn’t given her the space she needed to
control her urges. Now the hormones waging war with her analytical mind ruled
her. Her breath caught on a sob and she pushed his shirt higher, baring his
flat, brown nipples. She nuzzled his chest, lapping at the fur dusting the wide
expanse, until she found his tiny beaded nipple. Sobbing again, she drew a
ragged breath and fluttered her tongue on the nub before latching onto it to
suck.

His hands closed on either side of her cheeks and he
pushed her away. He sighed. “Professor, wait. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

She shoved him back, and this time he allowed it, his
hands falling away from her face. “Lily, dammit!” she shouted. “If you’re going
to fuck me, at least call me by my name.”