Free Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 by All Knight Long Page B

bright readout. It was
mid-afternoon.
    Turning on her side she found Joe, lying on his back,
his chest barely moving. Alarmed, she leaned over him and pressed her ear to
his chest. His heart beat—albeit slowly. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he
slept like the dead.
    Lily brushed his chest with a kiss and cuddled close
to his side, her arm stretched over his belly. It had been such a long time
since she’d woken up with a man in her bed. She drew in a deep breath and
closed her eyes to savor his man-smell—the tangy fragrance of sweat, a trace of
spicy aftershave, the lingering aroma of sex.
    His face, softened by sleep, was beautiful. Something
she hadn’t really noticed when his dark, sensual gaze burned away all other
observations. His eyelashes, thick and curly, were dark crescents, his nose a
sharp blade, his mouth a wicked curve, even in his sleep.
    Her gaze drifted down, across his latte-colored chest
and belly. A light furring of black hair led her gaze downward to the edge of
the sheet. It dipped between his legs and molded the hummock of his sex.
    She wondered whether he dreamed—and whether she
figured in his dreams.
    Her hand idly caressed his chest, traced the quickly
healing wounds on his shoulder, and drifted downward to circle his taut belly.
She had maybe one or two more nights with her vampire—not nearly enough time to
pump him for information she needed to feed her research. Not nearly enough
time for all the loving she wanted.
    Her fingers nudged the sheet draping his hips.
    Stick to the research! She wondered how vulnerable this deep sleep left a
vampire and whether he would respond to external stimuli. She rose up on her
knees. “Joe,” she whispered.
    No response. Not a flutter of an eyelash. No change to
his breathing pattern.
    Lily extended a finger and tickled his ribs.
    Again, no response.
    Feeling bolder, she poked him hard with her finger.
Still he didn’t move.
    “Hmmm…” Lily slowly peeled down the sheet to expose
his penis. It lay curved along his thigh. Sleeping, it hardly appeared the
fearsome sword he’d wielded the night before.
    She bit her lip and pondered the ethics of examining a
man’s private parts while he slept. She traced his length with her fingernail
and glanced up guiltily to see whether he’d moved.
    Nothing.
    She reached for her glasses in the top drawer of her
nightstand and slid them over her nose.
    Then she reached for his cock and straightened it
along his thigh to measure it with her palm and fingertips. It was one hand
plus the length of just her fingertips long when relaxed. She laid it gently on
his belly and cupped his balls. They were heavy, about the size and weight of a
couple of tangerines.
    She gently squeezed and tugged his sac noting his cock
expanded and lengthened. Could he be fully aroused in his present hibernating
state? She wanted to know, although she didn’t have a clue where she could
publish such a finding.
    Stripping the sheet away to bare his legs and toes,
she came to a quick decision. She had a duty to explore every attribute of her
subject—in the name of science, of course.
    On her knees, she stepped over his leg and gently
pushed his thighs wider to make room for herself. She knelt between them and
bent to take his balls into her mouth.
    Joe fought his way through layers of dreams where
monsters with golden eyes and savage fangs chased him through damp, dark,
cobblestone streets. He ran on, the sound of his heart beating and the searing
breaths squeezing from his lungs, louder than the impact of his booted heels.
    His limbs grew more leaden the farther he ran. He’d
been here before, knew what the outcome of this encounter would be, and knew he
was powerless to change his course. The sounds from his pursuers were closer
now. He didn’t dare take his gaze from the uneven road in front of him to look
over his shoulder, but he could hear the scrape of their claws just behind his
heels and smell their foul breath as they