Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 (9 page)

Rising on her toes, she whispered next to his ear, “Because I don’t want
to worry that when I sleep in your arms, you’ll destroy me.”

With the stake still in one hand, Max gripped her upper arms to push
her back. Looking down into her face, he said, “That’s assuming we’ll ever
share a bed again.”

“Won’t you? Don’t you want me?” Her hand crept down the front of his
pants and cupped him. “Tell me this isn’t all for me.”

His erection burned at her touch. Much as he would have preferred to
deny her, he did want her. But it was just a physical thing, he told
himself—she was one hot little lay.

He grabbed her hand, intending to shove it away. But through his
slacks, he could feel the heat from it, and her fingers curved around him,
squeezing. Instead of doing what he should have, he held her hand against him,
encouraging her to rub up and down his length. “I hate this,” he bit out. “I
hate you.”

She tongued his nipple through his T-shirt. “But you love the sex,
don’t you? So do I.” Her mouth pouted, and her gaze smoldered. She glided her
hand beneath to cup his balls. “I want you to fuck my brains out, Max.”

Max drew a deep breath, fighting his need for this woman, reminding
himself—
she’s the enemy, a demon in a pretty package
.

A demon who was driving him out of his mind with her sexy little
nibbles. Her fangs scraped his skin through his shirt, while her hands played
with his dick and ass.

He shuddered, knowing he was quickly losing this battle of wills. He
snagged her wrists and forced her arms behind her, bending her back.

Excitement brought a rose flush to her skin. “Are you going to do it
here, Max? Are you going to sink that stake deep inside me?”

Witch! Oh, he wanted to sink something into her—the same something they
were really thinking about. He wanted to drill a hole through his uniform to
get at her. He slid his fingers around her arm and pulled her to a dark,
shadowed corner, pressing her back against the wall.

Her expression wasn’t gloating—it was tight, flushed. She wanted this
as badly as he did. He dug beneath the hem of her cropped top until his fingers
spread out, cupping the mound of her breast—the one he’d painted with her
blood.

Her nipple hardened, and Pia leaned into his hand, encouraging him to
strengthen his grip.

He squeezed the little globe and plucked the velvety nipple with his
fingers.

Pia opened her legs and slipped her hands inside the back pockets of
his pants to pull his hips between hers.

Max couldn’t help but rub his erection against her. With one hand, he
sought the juncture of her thighs. This time no scrap of silk covered her
sex—she was naked.

“See?” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Her sex was hot—so wet, moisture trickled down his fingers as he delved
between her lips. “For all I know, you’ve been fucking your way through dinner
tonight.”

She flinched, but quickly relaxed her expression and offered him a sly
smile. “Jealous? I promise the only cum you’ll find inside me will be yours.”

He fingered her nether lips, sliding back and forth in her juices. “You
want this? You want to do this here?”

Her hips danced on his fingers. “Yes,” she moaned. “
Now
.”

He groaned and then remembered what was in his other hand. Although,
his body was so hard he could break bricks, he went cold at his core. He
trailed the tip of stake up the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes widened with alarm.

“Don’t you trust me?”

She swallowed hard, her gaze locked with his. “If you tell me you won’t
kill me now, then yes.”

He pressed the blunt end about an inch into her pussy. “Don’t worry
about splinters. I sanded it myself. It will slide in smooth as satin.”

Her eyes widened, but her body shivered and gushed its approval. Her
mouth trembled and Max noted a battle seemed to be fought behind her brown
eyes—she didn’t want to want this, and she was frightened.

Good.
He lifted one eyebrow—a challenge. “Tell me what you want.”

“Kiss me,” she said, her eyes glistening with tears, “and then fuck me
with that stake. Satisfy your need to drive it into me, Max.”

Max leaned down and kissed her, sliding his mouth over hers, drinking
her moans. His tongue licked her lips and slipped between, touching the tips of
her fangs then sliding deeper to stroke her tongue.

Opening her legs wider, Pia lifted a leg to hook over his thigh. “Do
it,” she whispered.

With both hands between her legs now, he spread her lips wide and
pushed the stake gently inside her, his thumb flicking her clitoris. Her moans
deepened against his mouth, and he made his kiss rougher, harder, until he drew
her tongue into his mouth and sucked.

He’d thought he had control—a dispassionate distance from which he
could love her body and steal her pride. But his hands shook with his own
raging desire.

Her body writhed against him as he pushed the wooden stake deeper and
began stroking her vagina with short, pulsing glides. Pia’s hands shook as she
sought the belt at his waist and unbuckled it, found the snap at the top of his
pants and lowered his zipper. Then her strong, hot hands were wrapped around
his cock.

Max forgot where he was, forgot there were people all around them. The
woman groaning against his lips and fisting his cock was his whole world. He
growled and stroked his penis between her hands.

“Bastard! Tell me you’re not fucking her with a goddamn stake!”

Max jerked at the deadly sound of Joe’s voice. He lifted his mouth from
Pia’s and stared down at her. Slowly, he slid the stake from her. His body
shook with unspent desire and rage at his partner’s interruption. But in the
back of his mind there was also a healthy dose of shame for himself.

He slipped the stake into his pocket, while Pia lowered her leg and
straightened her skirt. He shoved his engorged cock back into his pants, and
then he turned to face the vampire behind him.

Joe’s face was a mottled red. “Pia, get behind me.”

“So you know each other,” Max said quietly, feeling his stomach clench
that his suspicions about Pia might be true.

“Just met today,
partner
.”

“I’m not in any danger, Joe,” Pia said.

“You don’t know Max, sweetheart. Get behind me.”

Feeling like a bear protecting his mate, Max stepped between Joe and
Pia, clenching his fists. “I gave her my word I wouldn’t harm her here.”

“No, you didn’t,” Pia said.

Max leveled a narrow glance at her.

Pia shrugged. “I asked, but you never promised.”

Joe’s shoulders bunched like he was ready to take a swing. “We’re still
on the fucking job.”

Max shrugged. “So we were blending in.”

“You went too far.”

Knowing Joe was right didn’t ease the ache in Max’s groin. He turned to
Pia. Unfortunately, looking into her face didn’t help matters any either. Her
lips were still dewy and reddened from his kisses, and her nipples poked at the
fabric of her miniscule top. He forced his shoulders to relax. “I have to get
back to the station.”

“Can I ride along?” she asked, leaning into him, her eyes wide and
pleading. Her nipples scraped his side, and it was all he could do keep from
sliding his palm over them again.

“No!” He almost shouted the word. “It’s probably best this way. This
thing between us won’t work.”

“Because I’m a vampire?” she asked, her eyes glistening.

“That’s just the beginning of our problems.”

Her expression fell, but she nodded. “I understand.” Turning to Joe,
she said, “I’ll just get a taxi.”

“We can drop you off on our way.” Joe gave Max a searing glance and
then spun on his heels.

Pia followed him out of the bar with Max trailing them at a distance.
Distance he needed to get himself back under control. Moonlight from a full
moon in a cloudless sky drew his gaze, but he shrugged aside its allure. He’d
had enough moonlit madness for one night.

At their sedan, Joe tossed Max the keys. “You drive. I want your hands
occupied.”

Max twisted his mouth into a hard smile. “What’s your problem? Gone all
righteous, have you?”

Joe opened the back door for Pia while Max climbed inside.

“Whoo!” she gasped as she settled on the seat. “The vinyl’s a little
cold.”

Remembering she wore no underwear beneath her short skirt, Max closed
his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then he jammed the key into the
ignition and cranked the engine into life. Before Joe could close his door, Max
stomped on the gas and the car leaped forward.

“The sooner we get there the better,” Joe mumbled, slamming the door
closed.

Pia clutched the back of their bench seat and leaned forward. “Do we
have to go straight back?”

“Yes!” Max and Joe shouted.

“Just asking.”

Max’s fingers gripped the steering wheel hard. “Where am I taking you?”

“To The Compound. My rental’s there. I’m already packed.”

Max grew still. “You’re leaving Vero Beach?”

“The climate’s a little too sticky for me,” she said, her breath
licking at his neck.

“Good.” Joe’s response was more of a grunt.

Max told himself this way was best. Let her go. Save him the bother of
dusting her later. Because he knew if she stayed, he wouldn’t be able to keep
his hands off her. Eventually, she’d show her true colors, and he’d never allow
a vamp to take a drop of his blood.

The radio squawked, and Phil Carstair’s voice broke over the channel
reserved for SU business. “I need back up. Wolves have been spotted at the Piki
Tiki. Anyone in the vicinity?”

Max’s body grew rigid while adrenaline shot into his veins. Not fucking
again!

Joe grabbed the handset. “Max and I are on our way. How many do you
ha—”

“We got to drop off Pia first,” Max interrupted.

“Hell no!” she said. “I’m weapons-trained. You might need me.”

“Weapons-trained?” Max asked. The flame fanned beneath the fire of his
suspicions regarding her reasons for being here. Sweet Pia was
weapons-trained—and she just happened to be in that bar last night…

“Pull the car over,” Joe said. “We’ll let her out at that gas station.”
He pointed ahead at a well-lit parking lot, and raised the handset to his mouth
again. “Wait for backup. I repeat, wait for backup.”

“Roger that,” Phil said. “What’s your ETA?”

“You’re not leaving me behind,” Pia said. “You need all the help you
can get.”

“You’re damn well going to do as you’re told,” Max said, his voice hard
and loud. No way was she going to get into the middle of this operation. The
only danger she’d face would be him, after the pack was taken care of.

“Max is right,” Joe said. “You’re staying out of danger.”

Max slowed down to pull into the parking lot.

“I’ll just tell the man pumping gas to follow you,” Pia said. “I can be
very
persuasive.”

Max cursed under his breath. He knew damn well just how persuasive she
could be. Her sweet body was another weapon in her arsenal. All she had to do
was lift her skirt an inch…

He shot a glance at Joe, but his partner’s mouth was tight-lipped.

“You better hurry,” Pia said. “Your friend sounded a little worried.”

The little witch! Joe and Max shared a glance. They didn’t have time to
ditch Pia.

Joe cursed and raised the mike again. “We’ll be there in five.”

“We’ve already cleared out any civilians along the boardwalk,” Phil
said. “See ya, buddies.”

Max peeled out of the parking lot and gunned the engine again. “Just
how much experience do you have with a gun?”

“Plenty. And I almost always hit my target.”

“
Almost
always?” He glanced in the rearview mirror.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “I
usually
hit where I aim.”

“Sweet Jesus!” Joe groaned. “Quentin’s gonna have my ass if I give her
a weapon.”

“Should we let her go in without one?”

“I don’t suppose you just want to watch?” Joe asked. “From a safe
distance?”

A scowl darkened her expression. “You’re not leaving me behind. I’m not
helpless. I’ve been in Special Ops for twelve years now.”

“And just how many of your fellow officers have you shot?” Joe asked.

Max blinked and looked at her in his rearview mirror.

Pia’s mouth twisted in disgust. “Just one…well, two…if you count the
time I tripped on a fallen tree limb. But that wasn’t my fault.”

“What are you?” Max asked. “The Barney Fife of vamp cops?”

“I excel at ‘undercover’ work,” she said snidely. “You should know.”