Prologue
A young woman with soft gray skin entered the private office of a well-known P.I. Her bright, sharp red eyes bounced curiously around her surroundings. Her full, dark gray lips parted as she drew air for a nervous gasp. She wore a black and red dress and a tight corset with bulging cleavage enhanced by the scent of lavender.
The grizzled detective behind the desk, who had his legs propped up, was a silver fox with groomed salt and pepper hair and a smooth face. Beneath his coat were firm muscles capable of handling any brawl. The smell of smoke stained his very being, further masking the man in mystery.
“Come on,” Mr. Knight said, his voice deep and scarred. “If you get nervous now, it’s going to be a rough time.”
“I’m Lilith Valentine, sir.”
Knight rose and stepped to Lilith. “You have your father’s eyes. Are you a neovamp?”
“Yes, sir. I was born, not turned.” Knight’s nose neared Lilith’s. “I-Is that a problem?”
Knight popped up a brow. “Not at all. Just surprised Dracos got with a human. Let’s jump right into it. Remove your clothing.”
Lilith became immediately hot. “What?”
“You stand out too much wearing that. What are you: early twenties?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Check the closet right ’round the corner. My daughter washed her clothing and never took them back,” Knight grumbled.
Lilith swapped her dress for casual wear, nearly wanting to explode. Her nearly bare body was feet away from the legendary vampire hunter Damien Knight. Before getting too heated she emerged in a cute skirt and V-neck, rejoining the hunk she coveted in her youth.
“I’m ready, Mr. Knight. Teach me everything you know,” Lilith requested suggestively.
“We’re watching this man.” Knight handed her several photographs. “Wife thinks he’s cheating. I want you to take notes, listen, and learn.”
“Yes, Mr. Knight.”
The two sat in Knight’s car outside an apartment building that the target had entered. The radio was so low the song was unidentifiable even to Lilith’s superhuman ears.
“Tell me about yourself, Lilith,” Knight requested, breathing a cigarette. “What did you do before wanting to become a P.I.?”
“If we’re speaking casually, sir—”
“We are. I despise your father’s stuffiness and rather it not be a genetic trait.”
Lilith smirked. “Well, I grew up around vamps, save for my mother. Was a bit of a loner. Nobody liked me because I was a neovamp…”
“That’s a horrible belief to have. You keep that frame of mind, and you’ll never create friends. It’s about attitude. Take it from a veteran who befriended a powerful enemy.”
“I-I never considered that. I often never even tried,” Lilith muttered with understanding. “I heard stories about you that got me through rough times. You’re brave and strong.”
“Never thought I would have a fan,” Knight said, rubbing his chin.
“Is it true my father nearly bested you over twenty times?” Lilith’s eyes sparkled, awaiting the answer.
“Bested me? That man’s been feeding you hogwash. I do miss being in my prime.”
Lilith grasped his thigh, saying sexily. “I think you aged quite well.”
Knight paused before removing her hand. “We’re not here to play.”
“Oh. Very well,” Lilith said sadly.
Several hours of watching and waiting passed until, finally, the target exited the complex. He had a smile on his mug, and the bags of expensive clothing he had brought in were no longer in his grasp.
“Mr. Knight,” Lilith began, oozing cleverness. “I can just use a charm and make him confess.”
“Aside from breaking the law, you’d compromise the job entirely,” Knight replied with disapproval.
His professionalism and masculinity were overwhelming Lilith’s arousal.
“Were you ever attracted to vampires?” Lilith asked coyly. “Did you ever seduce one while on the hunt?”
Knight nearly choked on his coffee. “Now is not the time for—” He looked over, and his eyes widened. “Did you eat today?”
“No. I don’t think so. Why—” Lilith’s nostrils flared, and her milky pale eyes darted to a woman on the street who’d cut herself. She wanted to leap through the window and rip her apart. “I’m really hungry.”
In a flash, Mr. Knight pinned Lilith down before she could go feral. He retrieved a metal collar from the car, snapping it onto her neck, and she quickly fatigued.
He pulled back his sleeve and pressed his arm against her lips. “Bite down.”
She drank his blood, her eyes turning scarlet. After regaining her sanity, Lilith became flushed. The first human she sunk her teeth into was the man with blood both sugary and savory. She comfortably gripped his solid arm until she was sated.
“What am I wearing?”
“A divine collar. It just weakens you,” Knight explained. He softly graced her neck while snapping the collar off. “You need to stay fed in the human world.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Knight.” Lilith smiled.
As dusk settled, the pair occupied the office, Knight poring over files while Lilith fed off a blood bag. Entranced by the enigmatic figure, she savored his scent, admiring the silver fox’s rugged allure.
“Mr. Knight, I have a confession. I really fancy you in an intimate way. This crush I held bloomed into something more.”
“I noticed,” Knight replied, placing notes in a filing cabinet. “You have Prince Charming Syndrome. You’re not actually attracted to an ancient vampire hunter like me.”
“The fact that you’re mature just gets me hotter, syndrome or not. I want you inside of me, desperately. I need your arms around me.”
“I can’t do that, Lilith.”
“Is it because you don’t find me attractive? Or is it because I’m your friend’s daughter? That shouldn’t matter; I’m an adult,” Lilith stated, adjusting her nightwear to expose more soft gray skin.
In a smooth, deep voice, he replied, “You’re exceedingly beautiful…”
“But?” Lilith bit her lip.
“You’re a young vampire who still hasn’t mastered herself. You may lose yourself in the heat of the moment.” Knight placed a calloused hand on her exposed shoulder.
“I have an idea.”
Lilith’s immortal body was laid upon bed sheets. Eager breasts heaved softly beneath her lacy bra, nipples erect and desiring attention. Her panties sunk into her hips, showcasing swollen, ashen folds of wanting. The metal ring that bound her neck weakened her and made her extra sensitive.
“Now I can’t hurt you,” Lilith gasped. “Do what you will with me.”
The two exchanged a powerful kiss as his pink lips collided with her gray. He ran his calloused hand beneath her bra and grasped her plump melon, teasing her more than he intended. Shortly after, he snapped off the bra, freeing her perky breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, causing Lilith to arch her back from the jolting pain that enticed her pussy to lubricate itself.
With a wicked smirk, Knight lifted Lilith up with his bare, rough arms and whispered, “I’ll show you some old techniques that made many female vampires squeal.”
Lilith nodded, wanting to just bite down on his neck and ride him until morning. Before she knew it, her wrists were locked into chains attached to the wall, forcing her to bend over. Knight grabbed her panties and yanked her towards him, ripping her undergarments in the process. He positioned himself behind her, using his legs to spread hers wide, presenting her quivering gray pussy.
“Please, fuck me,” Lilith begged as Knight’s burning head pressed against her entrance. “Pop me. Ravage me. Please, I need you bad.”
“You’ll get what I give you,” Knight replied, slapping her right cheek, producing a squeal. “And I’ll take everything.”
His cock head stroked her hot entrance, teasing her more with each pass until, after agonizing anticipation, he thrust himself in, filling her completely. Fire splashed within Lilith’s body upon each thrust. Her ecstasy skyrocketed as she clamped around his veiny meat, his head pushing deeper with each thrust.
“It feels so good,” Lilith cried. She groaned and moaned and made noises she had never before. “I’m going to die. You’re going to kill me.”
As Knight roughly slammed into Lilith, a rush of pleasure lightened her head. She was beyond ecstatic as he lifted her leg and hasted his motions, gray on peach slapping violently. And as he continued to thrust into her, she knew that she was right where she needed to be. She was his forever.
Knight grabbed her hair. “Is this what you wanted? Me to destroy your pussy? Treat you like a feral vamp?”
“Yes,” Lilith screeched. “It’s too much. I can’t—”
Lilith experienced sheer bliss, consumed by a leg-shaking orgasm. At the same time, every drop of Knight’s precious cum filled her insides, leaving nothing to waste. As he popped himself out, she held in every bit of the gift he had given her. Lilith was freed, and they collapsed onto the bed, tongues dancing softly.
“After some discipline, I think you’ll work out just fine,” Knight said smoothly, holding her chin. “Just fine...”
