Free Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 04 by Relentless

her shoulder,
squeezing hard.
    Pia glanced back, but didn’t look particularly surprised to see him.
Blood stained her lips, and her vamp teeth peeked beneath her upper lip. She
turned to her host and murmured something that made him smile. He let her go
and headed for the bar. Then she shrugged her shoulder.
    Max dropped his hand, but reached for her wrist and tugged her hard,
pulling her into his arms. “Didn’t you get my message, sweetheart ?”
    She pressed her hands against his chest and glared. “A girl has to eat.
I worked up quite an appetite last night.”
    Slipping the stake from his pocket, he glided it along the bare skin of
her midriff. “Don’t think I won’t carry through. I let you off light the last
time.”
    She shivered, and her nipples flowered, scraping his chest. “I’m a girl
who appreciates a good, hard poke.” Holding his gaze, she licked the last
traces of blood from her lips with a sensual sweep of her tongue. Her incisors
remained protracted.
    Max’s body tightened, hard as the stake inside his fist. “You just
happened to be here, right? My last stop of the night.”
    Her eyelids shuttered her expressive gaze. “And if I said, I’ve been
following you?”
    “No way. You got here before I did.”
    Pia lifted her lips fractionally, baring the length of her fangs. “I
work fast.”
    “You wanted me to see you feed on him?”
    “I want you to know what I am. I don’t want secrets.”
    “Why would it matter to me?”
    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