My Immortal Knight 2: Love Bites

by Delilah Devlin

  “I’m only going to come a little way into your cunt, love,” Quentin said. “Joe, you’re to wait until she’s ready. She’s tensing up again. Here’s the gel.” He passed the tube to Joe.

  Joe pushed her hair forward and swept his tongue over the vertebrae at the back of her neck. Quentin scooted closer to her, his cock brushing her belly.

  Sandwiched between the two men, Darcy was starting to have second thoughts. The heat coming from their two bodies was drawing the air away from her lungs. She was panting, shivering, and neither had entered her yet.

  Quentin extended his arm for her to rest her head upon and Darcy felt a moment’s ease when she looked into his face. His watchful gaze searched hers.

  She brushed her fingers over his cheek and caressed his shoulders.

  His hand lifted to cover her breast and she sighed. She slid her thigh over his, opening her legs for him to fit between.

  Quentin’s hips pulled back, then his cock nudged her cunt, found her moist welcome, and he surged inside her.

  Her thigh tightened around his hip, pulling him deeper into her, and he pulsed, shallow thrusts that slowly stoked her fire.

  Joe’s hands smoothed down her back to her buttocks and he squeezed, helping her press closer to Quentin. Then his fingers pressed inside her ass.

  Her breaths shortened, catching on ragged sighs and moans. Her hips found Quentin’s rhythm and she countered it, pressing her pussy forward to greet his strokes.

  When Joe’s cock slid between her cheeks. Her thrusts deepened, forward and back. He pulled his fingers out and pressed the thick, round head of his cock against her opening.

  She whimpered, sure she’d never take him inside. The pressure became unbearable and she opened her mouth to beg him to stop. Then gasped when he shoved past the tight ring.

  “Christ, you’re tight, Darc.” Joe’s forehead rested on her shoulder and his hips stilled. A shudder shook his tall frame.

  Darcy burrowed her face into the crook of Quentin’s neck and moaned. “Give me more, Joe. Please, give me more.” Her hips jerked when he surged into her, crowding her delicate tissues.

  She didn’t realize she was shaking, until Quentin’s arms surrounded her. “Now, Joe. Prepare her neck.”

  As his cock stroked deeper into her ass, Joe’s tongue slid along her neck.

  Darcy gasped. Filled to bursting with masculine cock, she was on the brink of splintering into a thousand pieces. Her hands clutched Quentin’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

  Joe pumped against her ass and Darcy had to move. “Quentin?” she asked her voice quavering.

  His mouth settled over hers, his arm crooked beneath her thigh to lift it, allowing both men room to slide deeper into her. Quentin surged forward until he was fully seated.

  Pinned between them, she couldn’t move her hips. She quaked, whimpering and moaning, not recognizing the animalistic sounds erupting from deep within her throat. She accepted their deepening thrusts, their hips countering each other’s moves.

  Quentin’s lips lifted from hers. “Now, Joe,” he growled.

  Joe’s hands circled her chest to clasp her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. A rumble from behind her was all the warning she got before his teeth sank into her neck.

  Darcy screamed, loud and long then closed her eyes tightly. Quentin kissed her again, his tongue sliding along hers and she bit him. He growled and thrust harder.

  Joe’s rumbling grew to a roar and his hips jerked out of synch, faster. Burning her ass, as his thick cock stretched her farther.

  Faster, harder, deeper, their thrusts grew wild and Darcy writhed between them, sweat breaking over her body, cream gushing in her cunt.

  Quentin’s hips rolled and jerked, and his arm drew her thigh higher. Joe’s hands moved lower to close over her hips, anchoring her to receive his hard, pistoning cock.

  Beyond words, Darcy’s body took their thrusts, forgetting to breathe. Then her orgasm rolled over her, clenching her belly, tightening her vagina and ass, pulsing, caressing their cocks. Both men growled and Darcy screamed as release washed over her. The men rocked, their cum spurting deep inside her body.

  She didn’t know she was crying until Quentin licked her tears from her face. As Joe closed the small wounds on her neck, he withdrew his cock, but Quentin stayed buried deep inside her. His arms pulled her closer and she turned her face to nestle in the crook of his neck.

  Joe kissed her shoulder and drew away, leaving the sweat on her back to cool in the air. She heard the sounds of water running in the bathroom, but couldn’t stir herself to move away from Quentin.

  Quentin kissed her temple. “Come my dear, I’ll help you with your bath.” He offered his hand to pull her to her feet.

  She was grateful for the support when her legs crumpled beneath her. With a shaky laugh, she let him lead her to the bathroom.

  As Quentin passed Joe in the doorway, the two men exchanged nods. When the door closed behind the woman he loved and her vampire, Joe quietly left the bedroom.

  Chapter Eight

  Darcy woke to find the early morning light rimming the curtain and a heavy weight draped over her. She smiled when her scattered thoughts coalesced. She’d fallen asleep with Quentin’s head upon her shoulder and his cock embedded between her legs.

  “Good morning.” He didn’t open his eyes, but his mouth curved into a smile.

  “Feeling pretty puffed up this morning?” she teased.

  He arched an eyebrow. “You’re very chipper, considering.”

  “Considering what? That I feel like a two dollar whore who has a hundred in her pocket?”

  His eyes popped open. “That was rather coarse.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I’m feeling rather…sticky this morning.”

  “I’m sorry, I’ll move.” He rose on his forearms, lifting his torso, which only pressed his cock deeper inside her.

  She rubbed her heels on the back of his thighs and pressed down, keeping him firmly inside. “Not yet. Please?”

  He lowered himself on his elbows, his face inches from hers. The smirk that was never far from his lips stretched lazily.

  Blushing, Darcy covered her mouth immediately. “Maybe I should brush my teeth first.”

  Quentin shook his head. “A little tooth scum won’t put me off. Not when I find myself buried inside someone so delightful.”

  “No, really. This isn’t a minor case of halitosis.”

  “No. I’m not moving until you tell me what your first impulse was.”

  Beneath his watchful stare, she squirmed, but her gaze held his. “A morning kiss, then?”

  “As in ‘good morning’, or as in ‘morning after’ kiss?” His eyes crinkled at the sides.

  Darcy felt exposed—more so than the previous evening when her body had been examined and explored thoroughly by two men. Exposed and vulnerable. She pushed at his shoulders. “As in ‘good morning, I need to get up’.” She removed her feet from his thighs and waited for him to get the hint.

  “I think I’ll see for myself which it is.” His head dipped and his mouth swooped down to take hers in a lazy, erotic kiss—his open mouth rubbing her lips, until she forgot her embarrassment and sighed.

  When he ended the kiss, Darcy gave him a coy glance. “Well you didn’t expire. So which was it?”

  His mouth curved into a self-satisfied smile. “It was a ‘Wake up, I’m horny’ kiss.”

  She laughed and raised her legs to circle his waist. “You’ve got me there. Took you long enough. You are a slow riser.” She gave his cock a squeeze with her inner muscles.

  “I believe we’ve been insulted.”

  “We will think you lack stamina if you don’t get down to business quickly.” She tightened her thighs to hug his body close.

  His cock pulsed inside her, edging deeper. “What business are you speaking of?”

  Feeling deliciously wanton, Darcy quipped, “The business of giving me pleasure.”

  “W
hat compensation will you give me for my services?” he asked in a haughty tone.

  “Shall we barter? Service for service?”

  His hips flexed, driving him deeper. “Hmm. Bears consideration.”

  “Like for like?” she said breathlessly.

  “I think not. Wouldn’t be a fair trade. We’re not made the same.”

  “Because we’re vampire and human?”

  “No. Man and woman.” His fingers skimmed her breast. “You’re rounder here.”

  “Barely,” she mumbled.

  A growl sounded from deep inside his throat. “The tips of your rounder breasts are larger and longer…” He tugged on the stem of her nipple. “…and more sensitive than mine. Playing with my nipples won’t make me nearly come. You have a distinct advantage.”

  Darcy mewled and curved her hips to encourage him to move.

  “And then there are the more obvious differences.” His hand crept between them and he fingered her clit and drove his hips upward to emphasize his point.

  Not to be out-caressed, Darcy reached between their bodies, curving her hand around the cock embedded in her pussy and cupped his balls. “I envy you this…” Her fingers ringed the base of his penis. “…and this. I imagine just pulling off your clothes could excite you. And yet, when you come inside me you’re still less vulnerable than I am. A woman must accept a man’s intrusion.”

  “Love, we’re made vulnerable in a different way.” He pulled her hands away and pressed them against the pillow beside her head. His cock stroked inside her—deeply. “Your woman’s body holds secrets a man can’t understand. And you possess a treasure—a warm, moist place a man can burrow inside.” He pulled back and stroked inside again. “Yet it’s only when the woman is someone we trust that we choose to linger in her solace.” Quentin stoked the slowly building fire with a series of gentle glides, pulling out and driving forward. Then he held himself still inside her, gazing down at her face, the heat and tenderness in his expression melting her from the inside out. “Your cunt is a place of solace, but my cock will always be an intruder and will always beg entrance.”

  She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his broad shoulders. “You’re wrong. Your cock fills the emptiness inside and I haven’t the will to refuse your entrance. I want you inside me. I would hold you there forever if I could.”

  His face grew solemn. “This solace is transitory, love, as long as you remain human. Otherwise, I would keep you thus forever.”

  Again, he’d mentioned turning her. Each time, she was more tempted to accept. An eternity of loving him wouldn’t be enough. She speared her fingers into his thick hair and pulled him down for another kiss.

  The muscles in his arms bunched and he lifted his torso, giving his hips greater leverage. His strokes were longer—and to Darcy’s mind—too damn slow. She planted her feet in the mattress and angled her hips upward to shorten the distance between them.

  Their hips countered each other’s strokes, pounding against each other; faster, sharper, creating a friction that built a spiraling coil of sensual tension. Darcy’s legs quivered and her breath grew ragged. When her orgasm burst, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, held her hips as high as she could reach. His cock rested snug inside her channel, caressed from head to scrotum.

  Spent, his weight crashed down on her and her legs collapsed. She rocked him, side to side, holding him as tight as she could, relishing the jetting release that bathed her.

  Her lover yawned and kissed the crook of her neck.

  If she didn’t roust him now, she might be stuck beneath him for another long while. The thought was a pleasant one, but she really did needed to get up. Drowsy and well-sated, Darcy traced the knobby vertebrae of his spine. “I should check in on Joe before he sleeps for the day.”

  Quentin’s body stiffened above her. “You needn’t worry about him anymore.”

  She pressed a kiss against his shoulder. “I’m not going to make love with him again, if that has you worried. Last night was goodbye. To tell you the truth, I don’t really know why I wanted him, except I kept saying to myself it was right for me to love him.”

  “And not me. Because he’s human?”

  “Because we’ve known each other so long—as partners and friends. And I do love him—just not the way he wants.”

  “You know what I think?” he said, his voice held that droll note she was coming to treasure.

  “Hmmm?” Her lips curved into a smile. He was going to say something outrageous.

  He rose on his elbows to look down into her face. “I think you were using him to fight your attraction for me.” His expression was as complacent as a cat’s after licking cream.

  “You’re unbelievable!” She pretended outrage and made a half-hearted attempt to shove him away. “It has to be all about you, doesn’t it?”

  “Were you lovers before I arrived on the scene?”

  “Of course not.”

  One self-satisfied brow rose. “Well then.”

  “That’s it? That’s your entire argument? You’re an arrogant bastard.” He was right, but she’d never admit that to him. He was already too sure of himself.

  “I’m the one in the saddle, aren’t I?”

  “So now you’re Roy Rogers?”

  “Would you rather I was Trigger?”

  “Hmmm.” She pretended to take his suggestion seriously. “You do have a feature or two that remind me of a horse. Mainly your backside!”

  “Not my cock? I think we’re insulted again.”

  Gaiety fled, and she gazed solemnly at him. “Intellectually, I know you’re an unsuitable choice for me, but I can’t help myself. I want you still. Hell, I want you all the time.”

  “I’m similarly afflicted, my dear.”

  She drew a deep breath. “I really do need to make sure Joe is okay. I won’t sleep easy until I do.”

  “Darcy, he isn’t here.”

  “Did he leave to hunt for more blood?” Darcy asked, alarm rising as she imagined a hundred frightening scenarios.

  He held himself perfectly still above her. “Darcy, he’s gone.”

  “What?” she asked, not understanding.

  “We talked about it last night, before you came home. He has a lot to adjust to and think about. His love for you was clouding the issue. He knew he’d lost, so he decided to leave.”

  “But the team—”

  “He’s taking a leave of absence.”

  Tears filled her eyes. “This is my fault. He’s alone now.”

  “He’s a man, love. Clinging to him would make him feel less so.” He rolled to his side and pulled her closer into his arms.

  “I don’t like him leaving like this.”

  “Did you like having both of us love you, so well?” he asked, his voice tight.

  Her answer was important to him. She couldn’t make light of it or give anything but the honest truth. “It was frightening how much I felt—and painful. I couldn’t concentrate on one sensation so much was happening. I wanted to cling to you to slow it down. Are you wondering if I will be satisfied with just one man now?”

  He didn’t answer, just stared at her steadily.

  Her hand cupped his face. “You are quickly becoming everything to me. You enrage me, annoy me, fill me, and excite me. You’re more than I ever knew I needed.”

  “How ungrammatical,” he said drolly, but his eyes were warm and approving.

  She understood. He couldn’t reciprocate with loving words. He was a guy. Big, bad vampire was still just a man—and right brain-left brain challenged. Words of emotion might be impossible to draw from him, but his actions spoke volumes.

  He’d kept her safe when Joe’s storm had raged against her.

  He’d prepared her body for another man to take.

  He’d kept her warm and loved, and had been with her to soften her grief from Joe’s departure.

  Darcy let Quentin pull her close. Snuggled next to his body, she slept with her head res
ting over his heart.

  * * * * *

  Darcy took her seat in the conference room, uneasy with the silence from the rest of the team. Not a single glance met hers and her heart sank. She was going to be fired.

  The Captain had called the meeting for late afternoon—before Quentin could possibly attend.

  The conference room door swung inward and Captain Springer entered. He glanced at Darcy and his face grew solemn. “Sorry about your partner, Darc.”

  Darcy gave him a questioning glance. He didn’t sound angry with her.

  “Joe called me and told me what happened. That he’d asked Quentin to make him a vampire when he realized he wasn’t going to make it.”

  Her shoulders lifted with her swift intake of breath.

  “He did tell you, didn’t he?” he asked, his expression full of sympathy.

  Darcy nodded her head, blinking back tears. Joe had saved her ass. “Did-did he say if he was coming back?”

  “He’s got a lot to think about, but I told him his job was still waiting here for him. Hell, partnering with vamps might be the wave of the future.”

  Phil’s arm slipped around her shoulder. “Tough break, Darc.”

  Murmurs of sympathy from around the table made Darcy feel about two feet tall.

  Max’s steady glare was the only exception. Does he suspect the truth?

  She straightened her shoulders. “Boss, do we have any leads on where Nicky Powell is now?”

  “Unfortunately, he’s gone to ground. But he won’t be able to stay there long. We found a stash of money in the house at South Beach Park. He can’t go far without scoring more.”

  “Any clues how he’ll put the money together again?” Phil asked.

  Captain Springer’s face lit with mirthless glee. “Word on the street is he approached a Jamaican drug runner to offer his special services to develop a new market and distribute the drugs.”

  Max cursed. “That’s all we need. I suppose he’s planning on making his own ring of pushers, too?”