All Hallows Heartbreaker (5 page)

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Authors: Delilah Devlin

She couldn’t. She had to know. “You’re one of
them
, aren’t you?”

“Fuck!” His fist slammed against the steering wheel. “Yes, Emmy. I’m a vampire.” He shot her an angry glance. “Satisfied?”

“Let me out of the car,” Emmy demanded, her hands scraping the door panel in search of the handle.

“I can’t let you out of my sight, Emmy. It’s not safe.”

“And I’m safe with you? Let me out of the car!” her voice rose, hysteria making it shrill. “Let me out of the goddamned car!”

Dylan’s face hardened, and his hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Settle down, Emmy. It’ll be all right.”

“I want out,” she screamed. She yanked on the door handle and pushed. The door swung outwards and she prepared to jump.

Dylan pulled the steering wheel to the right, and the door slammed closed. Before she could open it again, he’d engaged the safety lock. He had her trapped inside the car.

Emmy flew at him, raining blows at his head. “Let me out! Let me out!”

With the arm nearest her raised to protect his face, he shouted, “For fuck’s sake! Cut it out!”

Emmy was beyond hearing. What she’d seen had frightened her so badly all she wanted to do was run. One of her blows reached beyond his arm, hitting his face.

In an instant, Dylan’s features blurred and stretched, the upper part of his face pushing outward, his teeth lengthening as she watched, finally mute with horror. She shrank against the door.

Dylan roared, his hands still clutching the wheel, but no longer controlling the direction of the vehicle. The car swerved to the left, throwing Emmy hard against the passenger door, and then back to the right, bumping up onto the curb. They hurtled toward a streetlight pole, and Emmy braced herself, closing her eyes.

A loud, animal roar preceded the sickening crunch of metal, shards of glass tinkling against the metal pole. Slowly, Emmy realized they’d come to a halt and Dylan’s upper body was draped across her. His face—his “normal” face—rested on her shoulder. He was breathing.

She shoved him away, determined to slide out of the car while he was unconscious. But the door handle didn’t budge, so she punched the button for the automatic windows.

He stirred, straightening away from her. “Ballocks!” he said, and then groaned, clutching his head.

A whimper escaped her when the window slid down. She reached for her seatbelt latch—

His hand covered her fingers, stopping her from releasing it.

Her gaze darted to his face, dreading the possibility he’d changed again and was ready to rip out her throat.

Instead, a lopsided grin broke across his face. “Hell of a ride, sweetheart.”

Chapter Five

 

“Are you all right?” Dylan asked, his hand reaching for her face.

She jerked away.

“Still skittish I see.” He looked around them and cursed. “Looks like you have your wish. You’ll have to walk.”

He tried his door, but it too, was impossible to open. Instead, he lowered his window and levered himself out of the car.

As was his habit, he immediately lifted his nose to the breeze, checking for danger. Finding nothing strange in the rain-scented breeze beyond the acrid aroma of burnt rubber, he knelt beside Emmy’s door. “Sweetheart, are you hurt?”

Bathed in the fluorescent light of the streetlamp, Emmy’s expression grew more alarmed as he visually inspected her for injury.

She must have thought he was envisioning a menu. She drew away from him, fumbling with her latch. “Don’t you touch me!”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t be moving so quickly.”

Stubborn to the bone, Emmy knelt in her seat and climbed over the console to his, then crawled out the driver’s window. She landed in a heap on the far side of the car, letting loose an impressive string of curses.

Dylan sighed and got to his feet, eyeing Emmy as she stood, afraid to spook her into further acts of recklessness.

As it was, her hands lifted as though she were poised for flight.

He eased his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “You have a few choices here.”

The headlights from an approaching car drew her attention from his face. Her shoulders lifted with her indrawn breath.

“You might want to rethink flagging them down for help. You don’t know who’s in the car.”

“I’ll take my chances,” she said, stepping from the curb into the street.

Dylan raised his gaze to the streetlamp and planted his hands on his hips—rather than around her stubborn neck. “Emmy, will you stop to think? If I’d wanted to hurt you, I could have done so when we were still at The Cavern.”

Her frown reflected her indecision.

As the car drew closer, Dylan took the choice away from her. With one bound he landed on top of the car. Before she could finish gasping his name, he landed beside her and dragged her into the shadows, his hand covering her mouth.

The car passed slowly as the driver peered out at the wreckage of Dylan’s BMW.

Dylan held his breath, but didn’t recognize the face of the driver. Then he heaved a sigh when he saw a child in the back seat, still dressed in his Spiderman costume. He was dozing with his face pressed to the window glass.

Not Nicky’s crew. Not yet, anyway.

The car drove by and turned at the next corner.

Emmy’s elbow dug into Dylan’s waist and he released her, stepping back with his hands raised.

She scampered several steps away, putting distance between them before swinging back to level a blistering glare. “What is it with you vampires? Can’t you take no for an answer?”

He fought a smile. She couldn’t still be afraid if she was back to scolding him.

Frustration pushed her lips into a pout he wanted to kiss away.

He cocked one eyebrow, intentionally pushing another button. “Did I ask you a question?”

Angry red circles blossomed on her cheeks. “That’s not the point, and you know it.” She looked back at where he had held her in the shadow. “You move pretty fast. I didn’t see you coming.” Her eyes narrowed. “Is that another vampire talent?”

“Of course.” he said, his voice pitched low.

“Don’t you give me that sexy voice,” she replied. “You’re just trying to work your vampire hoo-doo on me, again.”

This time he couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across his mouth. “Vampire hoo-doo?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. You worked some kind of spell on me. I wasn’t looking for a man tonight. Nope. I was minding my own business when you and Nicky-boy started arguing over me like two dogs over a bone. And bam! Not ten minutes later you’ve got me naked and panting—”

“Like a dog?” Dylan’s smile grew wider and he took a step toward her.

She took a step back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

“Are you nuts?” Her eyes grew round, but she didn’t give another inch. “Didn’t you hear a word I just said?”

His hands circled her waist, and he pulled her close, his hips pressing between her thighs.

“No biting,” she said, her breath catching when her chest flattened against his. “Biting me is strictly verboten.”

He lowered his head. “Is kissing?”

“Kissing is…just kissing, right?” Her hands crept up his chest then around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair.

Dylan touched her bottom lip with his tongue, then licked along the seam of her lips. He felt her sigh as she opened her mouth, letting him inside.

Her surrender emboldened him, and he reached for her buttocks, his fingers squeezing the plump velvet-covered pillows of flesh as his clothed cock prodded her lower belly.

Her hands pulled on his hair, and she stuck her tongue into his mouth, sliding it over his teeth. When her legs widened to accommodate him, Dylan pushed against her, centering his cock on her pussy and rubbing, in and out. He had to get inside her.

What was it about her? He stroked her tongue, and her belly curved into him. His hand sought the small of her back and pressed her so close they aligned. She was a perfect fit.

But still a human. Dylan pulled back.

She followed his hips, moaning as she ground her crotch against him.

He ended the kiss, resting his forehead on hers. Needing space to put her back in the box that kept his heart safe. “We should wait until we reach my place.”

“Too damn late,” she muttered. “You did it, again.”

“Did what?” he asked, willing his body back into submission.

“Your vampire hoo-doo. My pussy’s so hot, I’ll die if you don’t fuck me now.”

Blood pooled in his groin, making him hard as oak. “You do have a way with words, Emmy.” Not a man to leave a girl hurting, Dylan drew a fistful of her skirt up her long legs.

Emmy’s hands dropped to his waist. She unbuttoned the opening of his jeans and slid the zipper down. Eager hands shoved the pants down his hips, just far enough to free his cock.

One part of him was amused at her ardor, the other part was desperate to be inside her, and so he lifted her up by the buttocks.

Her legs rose and wrapped around his waist.

The head of his dick bumped against the soft hair covering her mons, then slid along her moist cleft.

Emmy groaned and flexed her hips, and finally, he was gliding inside her, swallowed from tip to root, enveloped in warm, wet heat.

His cock swelled, the skin stretching tighter, his balls aching for release.

“Move, you gotta move.” Her voice, thick and plaintive, spurred him. Walking with her in his arms, he stepped toward his car and pressed her back against the passenger door.

With her anchored, he bent his knees and pulled out of her, relishing in the moan of protest that rose from her throat, before he slammed back inside her.

Her legs constricted around his waist, but Dylan pulled out again, and then rubbed the head of his penis along her drenched slit.

“Please,” she begged, then pushed her hands between them. Before he understood what she was doing, the top of her bustier was pushed beneath her breasts and she’d opened his vest.

When the tips of her soft, naked breasts, rubbed against his chest, he felt his face tighten with the shifting of bones. He tried to lower his forehead to her shoulder, but she was pressing wet kisses to the side of his mouth.

“I need more,” she said. “Hurry. Just give it to me hard.” She slid her lips along his jaw and nipped the underside if his chin.

Unable to wait a second longer, he gripped her hips hard and pulled her down as he rammed upward into her. Then he lifted and lowered, nothing gentle left in the sweet pounding he delivered to her pussy.

The car creaked, her breath gusted, and he hammered faster. Emmy’s arms tightened around his neck, her eyes closed tight. “Harder. Oooh! Please, harder.”

Along with his face, his body hardened and his cock lengthened. Mustn’t drink, he reminded himself, the last vestige of his human mind relenting to primal instinct.

Instead, his teeth sank into his bottom lip and his thrusts deepened, shortened, and finally hammered. Reaching so far inside he battered against the mouth of her womb.

Aware she writhed and moaned and pleaded, but unable to think beyond the tight, warm hole that gloved him, he continued to move. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

Until the warm place tightened like a fist, and she let loose a long, keening howl.

He thrust again, and then again, before flinging back his head to roar. His sex erupted deep inside the woman’s belly. Marking her with his seed.

When sperm pumped inside, he lowered his head to her shoulder, shuddering as he dragged air into his starved lungs.

With the last pulse of his orgasm, Dylan’s face realigned and the curtain of his bloodlust lifted.

Emmy’s legs trembled as they unclasped his waist and lowered to the ground. Dylan lifted his head, wary of what he might see in her gaze.

Emmy’s eyes opened and her gaze met his. Distress wrinkled her forehead, and her lips quivered.

She was afraid again.

Dylan cursed and lifted her off his cock, then wiped the blood trickling from his mouth with the back of his hand.

After she pulled down her skirt, he smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Did I bite?”

“No. You also haven’t come yet.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Your man-thing is still hard as a rock.”

He grinned. “Well, I didn’t bite. And I won’t. I promised.”

Her face tilted to the side. “Can’t you come without, um, a transfusion?”

“Of course I can. But it’s a lot of work, and we can’t stay here any longer.”

“That was all for me?”

“Do you trust I won’t hurt you?”

“Hell no! You’re a man. You’re into…pausing!”

Dylan was satisfied with that. She saw him as a man. “Will you at least stick with me until we can get to a safe place, tonight?”

Her eyes narrowed, and then she remembered her breasts were bared because her hands flew up to cover them and she turned away to adjust her top. “Trust me, he says. When every chance he gets, he has me flashing the world.”

Dylan shook his head. Never mind he’d already had her luscious tits inside his mouth, or that she’d been the one to bare them in the first place.

She turned back to him, her chin jutting. “I’ll go with you—for now. Until I can find a taxi, that is. I have work in the morning.”

Dylan had no doubt she wouldn’t be reporting to work in the morning. But her agreement was going to take some special persuasion. First things first. They needed to find shelter and fast.

He held out his hand. “Come on, sweetheart. We have to start walking.”

 

Emmy stared at his hand like it was a snarling dog. If she touched it, he’d work his magic again and she’d be powerless to resist.

Now that she knew what he was, she understood why she’d surrendered so easily in the first place. His superpowers made him irresistible to women. Even to bookkeepers! She just had to resist his snake oil charm and the electric current that flowed from his body to hers every time they touched.

She’d resist or she’d be dead. Emmy hadn’t missed his transformation from man to monster. And she’d seen the blood dripping from his mouth.

She hadn’t cared at the time, because his body had grown a tensile strength that had made her weak with excitement as she held him between her thighs. And his mythic dick had attained a Titan’s proportions. She’d lost her fears in an orgasm to end all orgasms.

Once she’d returned to herself, she’d been horrified at her abandon. Bookkeepers did not do it in broad…streetlight…with vampires. And they definitely didn’t bare their tits every time a vampire used his bedroom voice.

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