Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(28)

Panting, the girl closed her eyes and let her head loll back, hitting the wall behind her.

As he feasted, Dalhu groaned in pleasure, sucking, licking and nipping, making sure to give each sweet nipple equal attention. Until it became too much and she pushed at his head. With one last soothing lick to each of the sensitive peaks, he lifted his head to gaze at her pleasure-suffused face.

Smug, he then turned to kiss and lick the column of her throat.

She moaned, and her arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer.

He reached under her skirt and pushed her little thong aside, then gently circled her wet folds with his fingers. She almost came when he slid two of them inside, her inner muscles clamping and rippling around his invading digits.

Dalhu stilled, holding her impaled, but not moving them inside her. “Not yet, sweetheart, you’ll wait for me,” he whispered into her ear, nipping the soft lobe for emphasis.

“Ouch!” she complained, but her sheath stopped spasming. Then as Dalhu pulled out his fingers to free his shaft, she began writhing against him and closed her eyes in breathless anticipation.

He ripped off her thong and shoved himself inside her with a grunt.

She froze. “Condom! You forgot the condom!” The accusation came out in a loud shrill.

Dalhu froze as soon as she did, but he was actually relieved when she shrieked her accusation, realizing it wasn’t pain that caused her alarm.

Looking into her eyes, he released a little thrall, just enough for her to believe that he had taken the necessary precaution. He wanted to keep her lucid for as long as he could.

She relaxed, but her sudden fear had dried out her channel, making it painful for him to move. He forced himself to stay still and take his time kissing her and gently fondling her breasts until she was ready for him again.

Starting with easy shallow thrusts, he stoked her fire, building it up before letting loose and fucking her with wild abandon.

As she neared her climax again, he grabbed her hair and tilted her head to the side, exposing the expanse of her creamy white neck. Licking and kissing the soft skin, he waited for her to reach her peak so he could sink his fangs into her neck while she came. But she was taking too long, and the damned things were throbbing painfully, dripping venom into his mouth and down her neck. He couldn’t wait any longer.

With a loud hiss, he struck hard.

As she felt the sharp pain of his fangs slicing through her skin, she gasped and tried to push him off. But it was as effective as shoving at a wall.

Dalhu held her head in an iron grip, keeping it completely immobilized to prevent her from tearing her throat on his embedded fangs.

It took only a few seconds for the venom to do its thing, but it was long enough for the girl to emit the acrid scents of fear and pain.

Fuck! He hated when that happened, cursing himself for forgetting to thrall her before biting her.

Now, it wasn’t needed anymore.

As the venom triggered her orgasm, the girl began convulsing around him, and the rippling and squeezing of her tight passage triggered his own happy ending. But the intensity of his climax was diminished by his anger.

Pulling out, he let her down gently, smoothed down her short skirt, and rearranged her breasts inside her bra and blouse.

The lingering euphoria kept her docile and weak. If not for his hand holding her up, she would’ve crumpled to the alley’s floor like a rag doll.

“Look at me,” he commanded, curling a finger under her chin and tilting her head up so she was forced to look into his eyes. Very carefully, Dalhu sifted through her most recent memories, changing and erasing only the small portion needed to protect his identity and the memory of the bite. Fortunately for her, he was old enough and experienced enough not to do the hatchet job a younger immortal would have done.

Still, the girl looked dazed.

He had to make sure she arrived home safely.

There was no way he was just going to leave her in her dazed and confused state alone in the dark alley. A woman alone in the middle of the night was vulnerable, even with all her faculties intact.

If anything should happen to her, someone might remember him leaving the pub with her. And that wouldn’t be good.

Glancing at her parted lips, Dalhu suddenly felt a need for one last taste and dipped his head to kiss her. He had forgotten how damn good it felt to have a woman because she wanted him, and not because he paid her to pretend she did… “I’ll walk you to your car.” He wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist and led her toward the pub’s parking lot.

Holding her tightly against his side, as they crossed the short distance to her car, Dalhu wanted to feel contempt for her, and to some extent he did.

She was a slut—offering herself like this to a complete stranger.

He was taught to believe that decent women were only supposed to service their husbands, with prostitution being a necessary evil that was tolerated only for the sake of single men like him.

Except, he found he couldn’t harbor negative feelings for the fragile and vulnerable girl leaning on him for support.

She fumbled with her key, having a hard time inserting it into the handle of her old, beat-up car. He took them from her, helped her get in, and buckled her seatbelt around her, then dipped his head and kissed her swollen lips for the last time.

“Wait until you feel okay to drive,” he said before closing her door.

Walking over to the only other car still parked next to the pub, Dalhu folded his six-foot-seven-inch frame into the driver seat of his rented Mercedes. The luxury car engaged automatically, but he didn’t drive off, waiting for the girl to exit the parking lot first.