Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 (13 page)

Lily shrugged. “Think about it. No Remington razor
will do the trick.”

Joe drew his T-shirt over his head and used it to mop
her face, ignoring the whistles from several grinning women as they walked by.

Lily scowled at every one of them.

“Let’s get back to the car. We’ve got plans to make.”

“Plans?”

“Like flight plans. And you need to pack.”

Lily brought her gaze slowly up, hoping her heart wasn’t
shining in her eyes. She was so pathetic. “Don’t say that unless you really
want me with you.”

Joe’s eyes burned her like a four-alarm blaze. “Don’t
want you?” He pulled her hand down and forced her palm to follow the curve of
his erection. His face was still hard. Still angry. But the remorse in his
expression said the anger was for himself.

“Let’s get back to my place quick,” she said, her
heart thrumming.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down Bourbon
Street.

“Wait, put your shirt back on!”

He laughed and pulled her faster behind him.

She’d parked on another side street, but as soon as
she turned the corner she knew something was wrong. She didn’t need to have all
her werewolf powers to know eyes followed her progress. “Joe?”

He slowed his pace and his head lifted. He sniffed at
the air. “Yes. I know. They’re here.”

“What do we do now?” Her hand clutched at his like a
lifeline.

“Make your choice, Lily.”

What choice?
A blood-drinking vampire or a pack of horny dogs? “I’m afraid.”

“You can be what you were born to be, or you can come
with me. But choose now.”

“Damn, they followed my scent, didn’t they? I should
have bought that strawberry douche.”

“What’s it going to be?” he repeated.

“I think—” A low growl sounded from the far side of
the street. “ Run!”

Joe didn’t need to hear her say it twice, he ducked
down and his shoulder hit her belly. She draped over him like a rucksack, and
he took off in the direction they’d just come.

Lily was glad for his strength and his speed. His feet
ate up the pavement. She’d never have kept up. She leaned up and caught sight
of a man straightening from his hiding place beside her car. The man from the
diaper aisle! He leapt to the sidewalk and ran after them, tearing away his
T-shirt and ripping open his pants.

What the hell was he doing?

He stopped for a second and pushed his jeans down his
legs, and then he was running after them, again. Lily had a glimpse of his
powerful, nude body as his legs stretched to increase their pace. Then he was
changing, morphing, his face growing longer, fur sprouting all over his body.
He lunged and he was running on all fours, his transformation complete. A
werewolf!

She would have told Joe, but she hadn’t the wind to
scream with her body bobbing on his shoulder. Faster! Run faster, she wanted to
say. The wolf was closing in on them.

Then there was a second wolf, loping into view from
another side street—and another. They drew closer—so close she could see their
eyes glowing like flat, gold disks in the light from the street lamps, their
tongues lolling from the sides of their mouths.

At that moment, she was sure she didn’t want to be a
werewolf. A lolling tongue was not something she ever wanted to aspire to.
Faster,
Joe!

Joe turned onto Bourbon Street, but didn’t slow his
pace. She heard screams and lifted her head again to see the wolves loping
around the corner. Exposure to the crowds didn’t seem to be a deterrent. Her
pheromones must indeed be a powerful thing.

Lily heard the squeal of brakes and a loud horn.

“Mister! This way! Get in the car!”

Lily found herself tossed onto the vinyl back seat of
a taxi. Joe jumped on top of her. Heedless of the fact they were only half
inside the car, the driver hit the gas.

Joe hauled her the rest of the way inside and slammed
the door. Lily pushed Joe to the floor of the cab and scrambled on the seat to
look out the rear window. The taxi was pulling away from the wolves. One by
one, they stopped, their heads low to the ground, chests billowing, as they
watched the taxi leave them in the dust.

Lily turned to Joe and for the first time realized the
screams she’d heard could just as well have been for him. His wore his monster
face.

He’d collapsed against the back of the seat, dragging
lungfuls of air into his chest.

“Joe!” she hissed.

His eyes shone like the wolves in the dim light when
he turned toward her.

“Your face!” She tilted her head toward the driver.

Joe took several deep breaths and his face reformed
into the handsome one she preferred.

“Holy shit! Did you see that?” the taxi driver said,
excitement in his voice. “What did you two do to piss those dogs off? Steal
their bone?”

* * * * *

They booked a redeye flight from New Orleans to
Orlando. From there they would rent a car. They’d be in Vero Beach by early
morning.

The tickets would just about clean out Joe’s account.
He slid the card across the counter.

Lily put her hand over it and presented the ticket
agent her American Express card. Joe’s face burned.

“Don’t be mad,” Lily said. She chewed her bottom lip. “This
is my fight. You wouldn’t be going back there now if I weren’t in danger. Let
me do this.”

Joe let go of his pride. He’d been on unpaid leave of
absence since January. He didn’t even know if he still had a job. His stuff was
in storage. The suitcase he’d retrieved from his hotel room with all his
clothing was still behind Lily’s couch. What the hell did he have to be proud
about?

As they headed to the gate, her small hand slipped
inside his, and he gave it a squeeze, reassuring her he wasn’t angry.

Even while he dreaded returning to the place where
life as he’d known it had ended, he was glad he wasn’t going there alone.

* * * * *

“Can I get something for you sir?” the pretty flight
attendant asked.

“A blanket?” Joe asked, smiling at the woman. “My
girlfriend’s cold.”

“I’m not cold,” Lily said flatly.

Joe dropped his gaze to the flight attendant’s chest
and raised an eyebrow. “She’s cold.”

The woman gave him a grin and opened an overhead bin.
The blanket was thin, but would be enough of a screen for what he intended. He
raised the armrest that separated their seats and spread the blanket over them
both.

“Oh,” Lily grumbled. “You’re just too macho to admit
you’re the one who’s cold.”

“Vamps don’t hold the heat very well,” he replied,
with glib amusement.

“I wonder if that’s how you got your cold-blooded
reputation.”

Under the blanket, he slid his hand over her thigh.

Lily’s eyes widened. “You’re not thinking—”

“Open your pants,” he whispered.

“You’re not going to—”

The rasp of his zipper alarmed her and she stared at
his movements beneath the blanket.

“There’s no one around us—the plane’s nearly empty.”
He reached for her hand and brought it to his aching cock. “Let’s play.”

Lily gave her fellow passengers, most of who were
already settling down to sleep, a guilty glance, and then Joe heard the slow
slide of her zipper. When she looked back, she leaned back against her seat,
her eyes begging him to take her.

Joe reached for her tummy, pulled her blouse out of
the way, and tunneled his hand into her underwear. Sliding past her belly, he
raked his fingers through the soft curls covering her sex. Lily’s eyes
scrunched closed and her face turned bright pink. If anyone looked their way
they’d know exactly what he was doing.

That was just fine with him. It had been too many
hours since he’s last been inside her. He didn’t care who watched. His fingers
parted her folds and speared inside her juicy cunt.

Lily’s hand gripped his cock like a gearshift.

“Lily,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Yes?” she asked, her voice
high and thin.

“Move your hand.”

She took her hand away from his cock.

“No. Jerk me off.”

“Oh!” Her hand encircled him, but she moved with
excruciating slowness up and down his shaft.

“You’re killing me, baby. Faster.”

“They’ll see us,” she hissed.

“If you don’t do it faster, I’ll turn you over the
seat and fuck you now.”

Shock widened her eyes, but her cunt gushed around his
fingers.

Sitting side by side, their hands in each other’s
pants, Joe couldn’t care less who saw the frantic rustling beneath the blanket.

“It’s not enough,” Lily panted.

“Speak for yourself,” he mumbled, enjoying the
friction from the coarse blanket and her hand pumping on his sex.

“There has to be a better way.”

He gave her a sideways glance. “Meet me in the
restroom?”

“Are you crazy? We can’t both go in there. Someone
will see us.”

“Who’ll notice? Everyone else is sleeping.”

“There’s no room—”

“I promise I’ll make it fit,” he purred.

Lily pulled her hand away. He swirled his finger
inside her sex once and drew a wet trail up her belly, before he took his hand
away. They both struggled with clothing and zippers, grinning at each other
like children filching cookies from the cookie jar.

He leaned across her and gave her a smacking kiss. “Take
the stall on the left, but don’t lock the door. I’ll be right behind you.”

Lily hurried down the aisle, sure that anyone looking
at her flushed face and mussed appearance would guess what she’d been doing—but
she didn’t care. Her pussy ached to glove Joe’s cock again. With a quick glance
to assure herself no one followed her progress, she entered the small restroom
and quickly stepped out of her shoes, pushed her slacks and panties down her
legs, then looked around for somewhere to hang them. The small overhead cabinet
would have to do.

Just as she draped her clothing over the corner of the
cabinet, the door swung open and Joe stepped inside, crowding her back against
the toilet. “Glad to see you didn’t waste any time.” His hands were already
unbuttoning his jeans. He slid them just past his hips. His cock bounded out of
confinement, poking her in the belly.

She couldn’t resist its invitation and sat on the cold
metal toilet to take his thick cock inside her mouth.

“Christ! You catch on fast.” His fingers tugged bobby
pins from her bun and speared through her hair, encouraging her to take him
deeper into her mouth.

Lily rocked back and forth, sliding her lips over his
cock, sucking hard, and reveling in his gasps and the jerk of his hips as he
glided in and out of her mouth. She cupped his balls and tugged gently.

“Baby, stop!” He pulled her hair.

With a last swirl of her tongue along his shaft and around
his plump head, Lily lifted her face. “Fuck me?”

“Climb up on the toilet.”

His hands steadied her as she climbed up and turned to
face him. He opened his arms and she clasped his shoulders. Wrapping her legs
one at a time around his narrow waist, she lowered her body onto his cock.

She was so ready and wet her vagina rippled as she
slid all the way down his shaft.

He held her in his arms for a long moment. Then
bracing his feet as wide as he could in the narrow stall, he rocked his hips.
The gentle motion wasn’t enough.

“Harder!” she begged.

His hands gripped her ass to lift her, and then he
shoved her down on his cock at the same time as he rocked forward.

“That’s it! Faster!”

His breath gusted out on a laugh. “Shhh. Bellow like
that again and you’ll wake the whole plane.”

Lily didn’t care. “Don’t stop!”

“I couldn’t if my life depended on it,” he gritted
out, sealing his mouth over hers to muffle her moans.

Up and down, he slammed into her. His cock thickening
as his body changed. He flung back his head and Lily watched, helpless with
arousal, as he transformed into her sexy, ravaging monster, his movements
growing sharper, harder, faster.

“Yes! Please, more!”

Then her body exploded, warm honey gushing from her
cunt, making the slap of their flesh sound wet and sticky. Lily bit his
shoulder to keep from screaming out loud as her body stiffened and shuddered.

With a last deep thrust, Joe’s cock released a stream
of hot cum that bathed her womb in warmth like super-heated lava.

Slowly, he morphed and braced his hand against the
wall. She felt his legs tremble, but refused to let him go. She kissed the deep
grooves she’d left on his shoulder, then his chin, and finally his mouth.