Knight in Transition

by Delilah Devlin

  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’d 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 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.”

  “Cut the bullshit,” he said, his mouth twisting. “You don’t believe in that stuff. You’re patronizing me. Trying out your psycho-babble 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. “That’s not my thing, 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.”

  His face darkened. “Professor, I frightened you. And while I’m no Eagle Scout, I prefer my women crying after I’ve taken them. Not before.” He held up his hands and retreated further away. “Stop crying. I won’t touch you.”

  She scraped at the tears she hadn’t even realized were there. His offer came too late. She’d die if she didn’t have him now. Her hands shook as they went to the belt at her waist, and she untied it, letting the sides of her robe part.

  Still, he resisted, shaking his head. But she could see the heat flare in his cheeks, see the rise and fall of his chest as his breaths grew shorter. He was as ensnared as she was by her need to mate.

  A shrug of her shoulders, and the robe puddled at her feet. She stared at it, feeling as though another woman, a wanton woman, had stepped into her skin. Then she raised her head to eye him warily.

  His beautiful dark eyes narrowed. Like a dark panther, his nostrils flared, and he inhaled, his gaze sharpening when he caught her scent.

  Lily raised the stakes and lifted her hair from one shoulder, baring the side of her neck. “Whatever kink you want to explore is fine with me,” she said, not recognizing her husky voice, “so long as you fuck me.” She dared another glance and saw his jaw clench. Stubborn man. “What were you doing out there on my balcony?” she goaded him. “Were you watching me? Did you like what you saw?”

  “Yes,” he replied, his voice tight and grating. “I jerked myself off watching you fuck yourself.”

  Her gaze fell to his groin. His cock bulged against the front of his jeans.

  She lifted an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”

  “I recover fast.”

  “So do I,” she whispered. She raised her hands to her breasts and lifted them, offering them for his enjoyment.

  “I’m trying real hard to do the right thing now.” He pl
anted his fists on his hips and glared. “You’re not helping.”

  Lily liked that she’d turned the tables on him. She was the pursuer now. Her fingers closed on her nipples, and she rolled them, plucking them to rigid attention.

  His avid gaze fell to her chest, and his cock stirred in his pants.

  “Fuck me, vampire,” she said, caressing her breasts, letting him see her rising passion.

  “Shit! Just remember. I offered you an out.” He caught the hem of his T-shirt and drew it over his head, baring his wide, brown chest. “Well, which way do you want it?” he asked, his tone curt and driven.

  She trembled beneath his heated stare. “Hmmm?” She shook her head. She hadn’t understood a word he’d said. All that creamy, cocoa skin and the dark hair that marked him male turned her mind into mush. Her breasts strained against her hands.

  “In your cunt, your mouth, or your ass?” He sounded angry, which excited her all the more. Most importantly, his hands unbuckled his belt, flicking open the button at his taut waist.

  She licked her lips, staring at the widening gap that revealed the black arrow of hair disappearing beneath his briefs. “Do I have to choose?”

  He cursed softly. “Do you want it standing or on the bed—”

  “On the bed,” she said quickly, relieved she knew one answer. Her knees were ready to collapse.

  “Then get there. Now,” he rasped. He shoved down his jeans, his stark white briefs with them, and toed off his shoes, leaving the last of his clothing in a pile on the floor.

  Lily’s gaze was glued to his cock. It sprouted like an oak from a nest of wiry black hair, thicker than her wrist, darker brown than the skin of his belly. It was huge and heavy, the tip a plump, purple spearhead. Her body shuddered at the thought of his enormous cock stabbing into her cunt. She sat on the edge of the bed and scooted backward, knowing she left a moist trail on the sheet, and opened her legs to show him she was more than ready.

  He approached, his cock waving between his thickly muscled thighs. “Is this how you want it?”

  “What do you prefer?” she asked, anxious for him to get on with it.

  His knees came down on the mattress between her legs and he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders. He leaned over her, his mouth hovering above her breast, and then he looked up at her face. “Me, inside you. Deep as I can get.”

  Lily swallowed, excitement making her mouth dry as the desert. “Do it.”

  “Jesus.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder and released a short bark of laughter. He reared back and stared at her. “How old are you, Professor?”

  Why was he pulling away? She needed his flesh against hers! “Twenty-eight, and dammit—it’s Lily!”

  “How many lovers have you had, Lily?”

  Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “A few.”

  “Did any of them jump on you and fuck you without any preliminaries?”

  “No!”

  “Then what makes you think I’ll do that?”

  Her hands reached for his cock, and she wrapped them around his hot flesh, tugging him to her center. “Because I want you, now. You can do…preliminaries later,” she said, her body rigid with need. “Fuck me! I’ll suck you off, let you fuck every orifice I have—just please come inside me, now!”

  His face hardened, and he leaned over her again, resting on his forearms. “Take me inside you. This has to be your choice.”

  Lily guided his cock into her pussy, groaning as he pressed past her swollen lips, his shaft sliding inside her like a knife into butter. He was even thicker than her Magna-Cock, but she didn’t flinch. Her inner flesh clutched him, drawing him deeper.

  But he kept coming.

  He groaned and flexed his hips, driving deeper. She lifted her legs to encircle his waist, not giving him any space to withdraw. Not letting her vagina adjust to his size. She reveled in the power of his immense cock, burying itself deep inside her body.

  He flexed again, pushing deeper. His slow intrusion was killing her by inches. When he was fully seated, Lily shuddered so strongly she shook his body.

  “Easy, baby,” he whispered, holding himself rigid above her, sweat breaking out on his skin.

  Lily shivered again and felt her vagina constrict along his shaft. Readying itself to milk his cock.

  “Christ! Hold still,” he said, desperation tinged his voice. “I don’t want to lose it, not yet.”

  Lily’s arms crept around his body, pulling his torso flush with hers. “It’s okay,” she said, looking up into his straining face. “Lose it. Take me.” She pulsed her hips to encourage him to move.

  His eyes closed, and he withdrew partway, his thick shaft rubbing inside her tightly grasping vagina, and then he pushed forward, cramming himself back inside.

  Her eyes widened, and she screamed. “Now! I’m coming now!”

  Chapter Three

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  Joe felt the woman come apart in his arms, trembling like a leaf from head to foot while her tight cunt pulsed around him. She’d come faster than a freight train.

  Still, he didn’t surrender to the darkness inside him. He had to protect her from himself. He pumped gently within her, reveling in the sensation of the creamy flesh that clutched him like a hot glove while he drew out her orgasm.

  She wasn’t making it easy for him to restrain himself. Her nails scraped his back, and her hips pumped wildly beneath him. And the aroma of her arousal wound around him like a natural aphrodisiac, tempting him to let his monster loose on her. Not yet.

  When she quieted at last, Joe waited for her to come back to awareness. He needed to see what lurked in her gaze the moment she came to realization—to see the naked truth in her eyes. For whatever reason, the woman had been out of her mind with passion, even before he’d entered her bedroom. However painful, he wouldn’t allow himself to take his pleasure until he was sure of her knowing consent.

  Lily moaned softly beneath him, and he braced himself on his elbows to watch as her eyelids fluttered open.

  Her cheeks flooded with rosy color as she stared up at him. “I’m afraid…” she began.

  Joe’s heart sank.

  “…That I don’t know your name. My research has gone beyond anonymous, don’t you think?”

  He blew out a relieved breath. “It’s Joe. Joe Garcia.” Joe felt a little embarrassed introducing himself while buried in her cunt.

  Her lips stretched into a shy grin. “Bet you’ve never had a first date quite like this one, huh?”

  “This isn’t a date,” he said softly.

  Her smile disappeared, and he was sorry he’d chased it away.

  “I suppose you’re wondering why I attacked you,” she said, a little frown wrinkling her brow. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

  “More embarrassing than my leaving cum on your balcony?” he murmured.

  She wrinkled her nose. “Put that way, maybe not.” She bit the corner of her pink mouth and looked at him, reluctance in her gaze. “I suffer from a sexual disorder.”

  “You mean, something worse than haematodipsia?” he said with a grimace of a smile.

  “You remembered?” She looked at him curiously. “Who are you?”

  “No changing the subject. You were telling me about your sexual disorder.” Despite his acute hard-on, he was enjoying this odd conversation. And she was relaxing beneath him, her body adjusting to his size. He needed her loose and cooperative before he fed.

  She drew in a deep breath, and her eyes filled. “I’m a sex addict.”

  He really tried not to laugh, but his belly shook, giving him away. “I’m sorry. You think that’s a problem? From where I’m lying, it’s a very nice affliction.”

  “But you see where it led me? To sex with a man whose name I didn’t even know.”

  For some reason, her confession rankled. “Do you do this often?”

  “No, but only because I guard myself constantly. I never get too close to a man; your scent drives me nuts. It makes
me want to rub myself all over you.”

  “Me, in particular?”

  “No. Well, at the moment, yes.”

  He grew worried when she looked ready to cry.

  “The thing is, I want sex all the time. It’s like, I walk past a barbershop pole, and I wet my panties. And forget the produce section of a grocery store—cucumbers and carrots make me shake like an epileptic. And have you ever noticed the shape of a gearshift? I had to trade in my car for an automatic.”

  Joe found himself smiling. “How did you get through high school with all the horny boys around you?”

  “That’s just it,” she said, her brows drawing together in confusion. “I wasn’t like that, then. I scarcely noticed boys. I was more into my studies. My affliction started last fall.”

  “Did you by chance suffer some sort of emotional trauma?” he asked, echoing the question she’d asked him during his interview.

  Her body grew still. She barely breathed. Then she nodded. “But I don’t know why it would have manifested itself this way,” she whispered. “Why after so many years?”

  Joe pushed her hair behind her ears, soothing her with little touches. “Tell me.”

  She shook her head. “No. It doesn’t make sense. It’s probably a hormonal imbalance.”

  Joe traced her lower lip with his thumb. Now was not the time to tell her that just the thought of her pink mouth closing around his cock had him gritting his teeth. “Have you seen a doctor?”

  “I’m too embarrassed.” She was growing tense beneath him, her body tightening around his shaft. “What would I say? I’m horny day and night? I have to change my underwear several times a day?”

  “Yes. That would get his attention, all right.” He shifted his lower body, stretching his legs on either side of hers, squeezing her thighs closed to bring her back to sensual awareness.

  Her lips pouted like two plump pillows. “I’m not ready to consult with anyone, just yet.”

  “Then it looks like you need to stay in bed. Play this thing out.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I can help.” He circled his hips, enjoying the tug of her clamped thighs.