All Hallows Heartbreaker (14 page)

“You’re getting that look again,” Dylan said, his breaths coming in short pants.

Emmy sniffed. “I’m not going to cry. I’m going to come.”

“Then hurry it along,” he said. “I won’t last another minute.”

“But you haven’t changed.”

“I told you. It’s not required. I simply…have to be…completely…” His arms jerked her hips up, snug against his groin. Shorter, sharper thrusts, faster than before.

Emmy’s back arched off the bed, her shoulders grinding into the mattress to press her hips higher. Then she was flying, screaming as she hurtled toward the stars.

When she grew aware of herself again, she looked up to find Dylan staring at her. And no wonder, she’d thrown her ankles around his neck, and her body was suspended on his cock.

Feeling a little sheepish, she unwrapped her ankles, but Dylan continued to hold her hips flush against his groin. “Sorry. Did I put off your orgasm?”

Dylan slid out of her slowly and dropped her hips on the mattress. His cock was bathed in come.

“Is that you?”

“It’s us, Em.”

“But you’re still—”

“Hard as a stake?”

She shivered. “A pole. Stakes anywhere near my person—”

“Yeah, gives me the willies too.” He grinned and sat back on his haunches. “Do you think we can do that thing, again?”

Emmy’s eyelids lowered and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “What thing, Dylan?”

His hand closed around his cock and he caressed it. “You know.”

Emmy’s hand slipped between her legs. “Drill for a gusher? Come on, Dylan. Say it.”

“Turn over and get on you knees.”

Emmy was there in under a second, her ass pushing back to meet his cock. Her chest on the mattress, she reached back to spread her cheeks. “Come to mama.”

He pushed inside, hard and straight, driving forward without pausing to let her tender flesh adjust.

Emmy groaned and pressed her cheeks together to give him as much friction and resistance as her body could bear.

“Bloody hell! You’ve no idea what your ass does to me.” He leaned over her back, his teeth scraping the top of her shoulders.

Emmy pushed up from the mattress and shoved her hips back to take him the rest of the way inside. “It’s an ass to die for, isn’t it love?”

Dylan licked her shoulder, then bit her to hold her still.

Emmy wiggled her ass from side to side, grinning. Dylan wouldn’t be able to resist for long.

“Witch!” He licked her neck, then pulled her up so that she sat on his thighs, impaled on his cock. “Now, I get to touch all of you. Who do you think will come first—and loudest?” His hands closed over her breasts and squeezed.

Emmy giggled, then pushed one of his hands down her belly, to her sopping pussy. “I planned this. I get all the attention, now.”

His fingers plucked her clitoris and a nipple. “Think you’re smart? I can make this last forever.”

“You’ll last a minute at most.” She bounced on his lap, intending to show him he couldn’t possibly resist. “Oh!” She hadn’t expected that to feel so good.

His fingers pushed inside her cunt, and he swirled and dug, and swirled and pressed three of his long fingers as far as they could reach.

“Ohmygod!” She bounced faster, her ass stretched and impossibly full, her pussy dripping with another wash of cream.

“Say it again, Em,” he whispered into her ear.

“I love you, Dylan.”

He withdrew his fingers and flattened his hand over her belly, holding her still. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” she groaned. “Now finish it.”

“Bossy little witch.” Another hand joined the one pressing into her belly. “Tell me what you want.”

“Bastard! You know damn well, I want your cock fucking my ass.”

He tsked in her ear. “Such language. And I thought you were a shy little thing.”

“You created this monster,” she reminded him and struggled to move on his cock, but he held her firm. “I was minding my own business, wasn’t looking for any vampire-man—”

“Aren’t you glad I whisked you off your feet and had my way with you?” He kissed her shoulder, and Emmy’s head fell to the side to let him stroke her neck with his rough tongue.

Her hands rose to her breasts and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, tugging them hard. “Bite me, baby,” she begged.

Fingers combed through the hair of her mons, then pulled back the hood of flesh to expose her clitoris. “Pleasure yourself, Emmy.”

Her head fell back to let him watch over her shoulder. She rubbed her clit, gasping as the hypersensitive nub swelled beneath her fingertips.

His hands gripped her ass and lifted her, and she sobbed because her climax swept over her breasts, tightened her belly, and centered on her clit as he levered her hips on his cock.

“This is incredibly happy thoughts,” she said. “Cataclysmic, orgasmic—”

Her vagina convulsed, and the deep pulses shuddered around his dick. She felt his thighs tense before an endless stream of come shot into her.

“Promise me, you’ll love me forever,” she said, when she’d finally found her breath again.

“I will,” he said, his voice roughened, his monster face rubbing on her shoulder. His arms hugged her tight to his body.

“Promise me, we’ll go after Quentin.”

Dylan stilled.

“I know he’s gone after Nicky, alone. I don’t have a good feeling about that.”

“I won’t let you anywhere near Nicky again. We’re staying here.”

Emmy pulled away from Dylan and turned to face him. “Nicky touched me, Dylan. He stripped me, shamed me, and then tried to kill me.”

Dylan bared his teeth, his fearsome face contorted with rage.

Emmy reached up to smooth her a hand over his forehead. “He marked me. But you made me a part of this. I have to be there.”

Dylan shook his head, beyond words.

“Promise me?” she asked.

His face reformed slowly, his breath evening. “I promise. But you will rest and gain strength before we leave.”

Emmy blinked away the moisture that pooled in her eyes. “All right. We’ll leave when the time is right.” Feeling very tired all of sudden, Emmy stretched out on the bed. “Can we sleep now?”

Dylan crawled over her and laid his head on her breast. “I’ll wake you with kisses.”

Emmy combed her fingers through his hair, soothing him to sleep. Her dark, immortal knight had saved her life and her soul. As she held him, she made a final vow to keep his heart safe.

When the dawn’s light peeked around the edges of the curtains, Emmy’s arms wound tightly around Dylan’s shoulders, and she held him to her heart.

About the Author

Delilah Devlin dated a Samoan, a Venezuelan, a Turk, a Cuban and was engaged to a Greek before marrying her Irishman. She’s lived in Saudi Arabia, Germany and Ireland, but calls Texas home for now. Ever a risk taker, she lived in the Saudi Peninsula during the Gulf War, thwarted an attempted abduction by white slave traders and survived her children’s juvenile delinquencies.

Creating alter egos for herself in the pages of her books enables her to live new adventures. Since discovering the sinful pleasure of erotica, she writes to satisfy her need for variety—it keeps her from running away with the Indian working in the cubicle beside her!

In addition to writing erotica, she enjoys creating romantic comedies and suspense novels.

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