by Unknown
“Dylan?” she asked, her voice sounding thin. She rocked, her cunt pushing and pulling on his cock.
“Emmy, slow down.” He wanted this time to be for her, but he could already feel the change coming over him, stretching his skin, expanding his body.
Her warm, moist heat beckoned him deeper, and he slammed his hips into her, pounding so hard her buttocks jiggled. Her soft, round buttocks. Buttocks he’d die to pump against the way he wanted, hard and deep.
“Dylan, harder. Give it to me, harder.”
“Damn,” he muttered, feeling the tingle in his gums a second before his teeth slid into place. He growled, low and raspy in his throat. The muscles of his thighs and ass hardened like steel, driving harder, faster.
Her breaths came in harsh grunts as he pummeled her, keeping rhythm with the slap of his balls and belly against her flesh.
At last, Emmy stiffened and cried out. Then he was hurtling, crashing his hips into hers, following her over the precipice.
Chapter Nine
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“That thing you did…” Emmy began.
“Thing?” Dylan stirred beside her on the carpet, still trying to catch his breath. Spooned against her back, he realized this position was perfect for him to toy with both her breasts. So he opened his palms and cupped them. Her generous globes overfilled his hands.
“Pay attention.”
A smile quirked up one side of his mouth. “You’re a bossy wench.” He plucked her nipples until the tips were as round and hard as pencil erasers.
“I liked it.” Her shoulders inched higher.
The shy whisper told him she was trying to tell him something important. “Which thing?”
“When your finger was inside me,” she said, her voice smaller.
His smile stretched wider, and he was glad she couldn’t see his face. “You mean, when I fingered your asshole?”
“Dylan!” She slapped his thigh.
He smiled against her hair. Bossy as hell when they were in the middle of a coupling, she was still a prissy little thing. “Well, I did.”
“Never mind.” Her breath huffed.
He hugged her against him, ignoring the way she wriggled as though she wanted to escape. Her struggle was only half-hearted. “Did you like it well enough to try something like it again?” he murmured next to her ear.
She sucked in a breath, and her blood thrummed in her veins.
Her body betrayed her every time.
It was just another thing he liked about Emmy Harris—the fact that every response, every word, was genuine. So she wants me to do it again. “Seems like you’re full of firsts, love. And there I thought you had a boyfriend.”
A soft snort was her reply.
He squeezed her breasts, while nuzzling her delectable neck. “Must not have been much of a boyfriend, if he didn’t take the time to discover what puts the kink in your hair.”
“I guess he wasn’t much of a boyfriend. He was just…convenient.”
“Convenient? He doesn’t bother to give you orgasms, he’s bloody selfish about getting his blowjobs, but he doesn’t return the favor. He doesn’t sound the least bit convenient.”
“Well, I didn’t know I was getting such a sorry deal. Not at the time.”
“Hmmm.” He breathed deep, filling his nostrils with her ripened scent. Already arousal was stirring again. His appetite for her was proving insatiable. “When did you discover it was a sorry deal?”
No reply, but her heart beat faster.
He squeezed her breasts. “Emmy?”
“When you fucked me the first time,” she said softly.
His body tensed. Fucked? Made love! he almost blurted. Dylan wanted to shake her. For whatever reason, Emmy was determined to keep a wall around her heart. Is it because I’m a vampire?
The reason shouldn’t have mattered. When had he decided he would keep her?
He smoothed a hand down her belly. I’ll bind her to me, somehow. His fingers combed through her short, silky curls until he found the round button of her clitoris. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the slippery nub.
Emmy hissed between her teeth but widened her legs. “You came before. Without biting me.”
“I told you it could be done. A lot of work, but an immensely satisfying job.” As he rubbed in slow circles, he increased the pressure of his thumb.
Emmy’s ass pressed against his groin. “Does your company offer any perks?”
“Generous fucks.” He drew the delicate lobe of her ear between his teeth.
“I’ll have to apply.” Her leg inched atop his, widening the gap between her thighs, allowing just enough room for his cock.
Flexing his hips, he glided his cock into her silky-slick passage. “I can put in a good word for you.”
“Dylan?”
“Yes, Emmy?”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?”
Dylan smiled. “You’re the first.”
“Shall we get down to business?” Her hand crept between her legs, and her fingers lightly grasped his balls.
Lying side by side was not conducive to the energetic thrusting he intended to give her. “Would you be terribly bored if we did this much the same fashion as the last time?”
“If it gets you deeper into this merger, I’m game.”
They arranged themselves before the fire, her hands once again braced on the warm marble hearth.
Dylan spent long moments pleasuring her breasts and clitoris while he glided in and out, at an ever-increasing tempo.
Emmy was nearing completion, perspiring lightly, her hair sticking to her shoulders, her back arching, dipping, and rearing back to meet his thrusts. From her guttural moans, he determined she was ready for another initiation.
He nipped the back of her neck. “Emmy?” He slammed forward as far as he could go.
“Huh?” she mumbled, as she wriggled her ass to deepen their connection.
“I think you’re ready.” He halted the motion of his hips and withdrew his cock.
“What? Don’t stop, now,” she wailed, her head sagging between her straight arms.
He rubbed spit on the head of his penis. “We’re going to do a little exploration. A little drilling, love.”
“Just get back inside quick. The mother lode is ready to gush.”
Dylan shook his head, wrinkling his nose while trying not to laugh at her words and her apparent distress. He parted her buttocks and guided his cock to her anus. He pressed the round head against it and met tight resistance.
Emmy whimpered, but didn’t ask him to stop. Slowly, the tight mouth gave way and he slid the crown of his cock inside.
“Ooooh,” Emmy said, and her shoulders dipped toward the hearth, her head lolling on folded arms.
He pulled out a little way, and then pressed inside until the tip was buried. “What do you think, Emmy? Does it hurt too much?”
“I don’t know. You’re stretching me a lot. Just don’t go changing into the masked man in the middle of this—I won’t be able to take it.”
“I’ll go slow.” He dropped more spit and spread it around his cock, then pressed a little deeper.
Emmy’s legs trembled, but still she didn’t ask him to stop.
In, out—he fought his need to push deeper inside. Her rear entrance was a tight, hot, ring of torture that squeezed his cock like a fist. He increased the tempo of his shallow thrusts.
Emmy emitted a sob. “More. It’s happening, give me more.”
Dylan deepened the glides, carefully gauging the little murmurs and groans she made to ensure he didn’t cause her pain. Then he wet his fingertips and reached around to bury his fingers in her cunt.
Emmy screamed and bucked, shoving backward to take his cock deeper into her ass.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered in to her ear. “Come with me.”
With his fingers drenched in her pussy juice, he felt the moment her vagina began to pulse with her orgasm.
Emmy keened,
loud and long. “Ohmygod!”
Dylan closed his eyes and savored the ever-constricting band encircling his shaft, and controlled his transformation, halting before his body expanded. The sensation was enough. He flung back his head and roared as a long stream of come exploded from his cock.
After carefully withdrawing, Dylan pulled Emmy up to sit, cradled by his thighs. He kissed her shoulders and neck. Then he smoothed his hands over her breasts and belly as her shudders quieted.
With a deep sigh, she rested her head on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Emmy looked up. Her expression was all at once shy and happy, embarrassed and satisfied. Her blue eyes blinked, bemused. He lowered his head and their tongues entangled, lapping without their mouths pressing together.
Their tongues parted, and they stared into each other’s eyes.
Emmy wrinkled her nose. “I think we need baths.”
“Love is in the air.”
Her gaze narrowed. “If you break into the Love Boat song, I’ll lose all respect for you.”
“You didn’t think vampires had a sense of humor?” He bussed her lips. “We’ll shower. Then I’ll have to leave for a little while.”
Her eyelids dropped. “Can I come with you?”
“No, but you’ll be safe. Quentin will be here.”
“And your demon dogs. Maybe, I’ll take a nap. Promise to wake me when you come home?”
“I promise.” He slapped her thigh lightly. “Now get up.”
Together, they rose. Emmy’s hands curled into little fists at her sides as she straightened, and she didn’t look at him. She knelt to pick up her ruined blouse.
“Emmy, are you embarrassed?”
“Um, is there anything for me to wear?”
“Into the shower?”
Her blush colored the tops of her breasts. “Well, I’m not like you.”
“Not like me how?”
“Perfect.” Her lips flattened into a straight line. “Do you always answer a question with a question?”
“You’re deliberately changing the subject. Emmy, don’t you know you’re beautiful?”
Her lips turned downward at his answer. “You don’t have to say that. I know what I am.”
“And what might that be?”
This time she glared in his direction, but he wasn’t relenting, he wanted to know what was in her mind.
“Fat,” she said, and her chin raised a notch, daring him to declare otherwise.
“Come with me.” He walked past her, his hand snagging hers to pull her into the foyer and up the stairs.
Emmy hoped Quentin stayed wherever Quentin was, or he’d get an eyeful of her ass as she jogged upstairs.
Dylan led her straight into his bathroom and halted them in front of his counter-to-ceiling mirror.
She took a deep breath and looked around the room—at the towel rack, the silver toilet paper dispenser—anywhere, but at her own reflection.
His hand gripped the top of her head and pointed her face toward the mirror. “Emmy, what do you see when you look at yourself in the mirror?”
Wonderful. He wasn’t letting her off the hook. So she started at the top. “I see frizzy blonde hair.”
He shook his head. “A golden halo of wavy hair.”
“Fat boobs.”
“Lush, firm breasts with rosy areolas, and nipples like eraser-tips.”
Meeting his gazed, she wrinkled her nose.
Dylan shrugged. “Only the truth, however unpoetic. I like erasers. Go on.”
“A poochy tummy.”
“I see a rounded, womanly belly. Soft, where a woman should be soft.”
Moisture gathered at the edges of her eyes, and she batted her lids to keep the tears at bay. “A wide, J-Lo ass.”
He slid his hand over her hips to close over a generous cheek. “An ass that cushions a man’s belly.”
Scarlet stained her cheeks. He’s going to make me cry. Time for a joke. “You probably need glasses. You’re what? Older than Methuselah.” She pointed at his image in the mirror. “They say the eyes go first.”
Dylan pulled her in front of him and ran his hands from her shoulders, down her belly, and then between her thighs. “You’re soft where a man is hard to complement him. You’re not fat—you’re voluptuous, womanly. Incredibly sexy.” His finger found her clit and he rubbed. “Do you believe me?” His gaze bored into hers.
“I believe you see me that way.”
“Does anybody else’s opinion matter?”
Her smile started slowly, and then spread to warm her heart. Dylan found her ass sexy. “No.”
“Now, wash my back.”
*
Dylan pulled the covers over her nude body. Emmy smelled of talcum and fresh sex.
“This has been wonderful,” she murmured, her eyes already drifting shut. “Beyond my dreams.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “You sound as though you don’t think it will last.”
“I don’t know what it is, yet. But I can’t stay here forever.” She yawned and rolled on her side. “I do have a job.”
“You could stay here. I could take care of you.” Not usually given to impulse in his dealings with the opposite sex, nevertheless his offer felt right.
“As in, live together?” One eye opened and sought his gaze.
“Yes,” he said, more sure by the second.
“Let’s wait and see what happens. I don’t want to make a mistake.” She grinned. “And we’ve only known each other for twenty-four hours. You don’t even know whether I snore or not.”
“Fair enough. The offer is on the table. Get some sleep.”
Dylan leaned down to kiss her, expecting to give her lips a quick buss, but Emmy’s tongue sneaked out to lick his lower lip. He crushed his mouth to hers for another of their tongue-dueling matches.
Finally, he pulled back, disengaging her hands, which were twisting in his hair. He rose from the bed.
“Promise you’ll wake me,” she mumbled on a long sigh.
“I will.”
*
As he drove to the estate of the council member he’d petitioned, Dylan held the pleasant thought of waking Emmy from her sleep. Would he wake her slowly with gentle kisses and soothing glides of his hands, or would he come inside her, fast and hard? Both choices offered delicious possibilities.
Navarro’s estate wasn’t far from Dylan’s place. As Dylan’s rented car climbed the slopes of the exclusive neighborhood roads, he viewed the lights of the city below flickering like a thousand stars.
Dylan stopped at the tall brick and wrought iron gate and typed the password into the keypad. While the gates swung open on quiet hinges, he girded himself for a frustrating evening.
Navarro met him at the front steps and led him through his house to the study. Navarro had always had money—ever since his human boyhood in Spain. And he was a collector. His furnishings—heavy dark oak furniture, plush Middle Eastern carpets, Italian and Dutch paintings—had taken centuries to accumulate.
Candlelight illuminated the dark-paneled study. One of Navarro’s many eccentricities was an aversion to the harsh glare of electrical lighting. He invited Dylan to have a seat before the fire and poured them drinks.
While Navarro swirled his brandy, Dylan watched his narrow, Southern European features for any sense of where the conversation might lead. The man was typically cryptic in his communication, giving away nothing.
Of course, he’d had centuries longer than Dylan to cloak his emotions.
Finally, Navarro glanced up. “Son, what is it you wish to speak to me about?” His hand passed through the air in a diffident wave, granting permission for their conversation to begin.
Dylan shifted in his seat. “Father,” he replied, addressing his sire formally. “I believe one of our inner circle is siring an army.”
Navarro’s thin lips curved slightly at the corners. “Is there to be a war?”
That tone. Dylan simmered with resentment at Navarro�
�s subtle mockery. “Nicky is turning young people at a frightening rate. Our human friends in the police force can’t keep up the fiction they’re gang-related killings for long.”
“Nicky has acted imprudently. My emissary will speak to him.” Navarro’s words were measured and spoken in an even tone.
Irritated, Dylan bit back his temper. “Talk is not enough. He won’t stop.”
“Is the situation truly unsalvageable, Dylan?” Navarro’s sloe-shaped brown eyes met his gaze directly. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the woman you harbor in your home?”
Of course, Navarro would know he had a houseguest. Dylan drew in a deep breath. “I’ve marked her as mine.” Once proclaimed, there was no going back. “Nicky isn’t honoring my right of possession.”
Navarro nodded. “Congratulations. It has been long since you’ve mated.”
“I won’t let her be harmed.”
“Has he attacked you or your woman directly?”
Dylan’s back stiffened. “No.”
“Then how are you certain his children aren’t taking matters into their own hands? The newly reborn are often over-zealous in their devotion,” he said, his chiding words reminding Dylan of an episode during his own “apprenticeship.”
An episode Dylan would sooner forget. It was another stain on his soul. “They’re not acting on impulse. They’re acting on orders.”
Navarro raised a single brow.
“I know it to be true.” Dylan’s chest expanded with anger.
“I won’t go to the council without proof. We are, after all, talking about sanctioning the death of one of our own.”
He slumped deeper into the chair. Dylan had come on a fool’s errand. There would be no support from the council. “I won’t wait for her to die to give you your proof.”
“Which is why we permit the extinction of newborns without consequence to the Master responsible.” Navarro pinned him with a hard stare. “You’ve been busy lately, amassing your own statistics.”
Rankled his dustings had been questioned, Dylan replied, “Every killing was needed.”
The older Master waved his hand. “We’re not concerned with your nightly patrols. I have every confidence your purges have been warranted.”