My Immortal Knight V: Uncovering Navarro

  UNCOVERING NAVARRO

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, April 2005

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  UNCOVERING NAVARRO Copyright © 2005 DELILAH DEVLIN

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Briana St. James.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Warning:

  The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Uncovering Navarro has been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

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  My Immortal Knight:

  Uncovering Navarro

  Delilah Devlin

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  Chapter One

  “Sid, get that cute, little tail of yours behind the yellow tape, now!” Moses Brown bit back a grin at the look of pure irritation that crossed Sidney P. Coffey’s face.

  “Hi there, Moses. Long time, no see.” She ducked back under the crime scene tape and turned, taking a moment to pull the white cuffs of her shirt from below the edges of her leather jacket.

  She was stalling. Moses could almost see the gears turning over in her head. The woman didn’t know when to give up.

  When she glanced his way, a smile was plastered on her face. “By the way, congratulations on the promotion, detective. The new suit makes your shoulders look even broader.”

  His gaze narrowed. The only time she wasted a second on small talk was when she wanted something—bad. “Sid, you’re not gettin’ inside that house.”

  Her blue eyes widened. “Do you think I was trying to—”

  “Uh-huh. Don’t give me that Miss Innocent look. I know you, sweetheart.”

  Her eyebrows rose, and her sexy mouth formed a pout. “Not even for an old buddy, like me?”

  Moses folded his arms over his chest. “Old fuck buddy—let’s keep that straight.”

  She huffed, and her eyebrows drew together in a disgruntled frown. “That sounds so crass.”

  “I’m just repeating what you told me, baby.”

  “Well, I was only being honest.”

  That was the thing he liked about her best—beyond her slim body and cute tush. She didn’t mince her words. A man knew exactly where he stood.

  She was also the only woman he knew who could keep a secret. Even though they often stood on opposite sides of the tape—him a cop, her a reporter—he could trust her. If he told her something couldn’t make the evening news, she kept the tip close to her chest. Her soft, curvy chest.

  She nodded toward the house, lights ablaze as the forensics team scoured it for clues. “How ‘bout I promise to keep out of sight—”

  He shook his head. “You know damn well the chief’d have my ass in a sling if I let you in there.”

  “But it’s such a fine ass,” she purred. Her glance gave him a once-over that left his skin burning.

  He straightened and dropped his voice, “And don’t you know it.”

  Her smile was genuine this time. “Maybe you need to refresh my memory.” Her gaze slipped over his shoulder again. “What’s going on in there?”

  “You weren’t listening to your police scanner?”

  “You know I was.” She wrinkled her nose. “Come on, give! A triple homicide? Who was it? More teenagers bite it?”

  The little lady was too bright for her own good. He schooled his face into a mask. “I’m not at liberty to say.”

  “Not now anyway, huh? You know, the police aren’t going to be able to keep this killing spree under wraps much longer. People are going to put two and two together. When they do, your chief’s fanged friends won’t be able to hide in the shadows.” She sidled up close. “Later, maybe? We haven’t talked in a long time.”

  Moses could feel his defenses crumble. Her fine blonde hair shone bright as sunshine under the streetlamp. Her flowery perfume tugged at his cock. He slipped his hand in his pocket and handed her his key. “I could be a while, sugar.”

  “Just wake me up.” She walked past, deliberately rubbing her jeans-clad thigh against him.

  He watched her hips sway as she walked away, until she turned the corner of the street. “Moses,” he muttered to himself, “what the hell do you think you’re doin’? That little woman’s gonna wring you like a dishrag.”

  * * * * *

  Sidney heard the creak of the apartment door as it opened. With a satisfied grin, she settled back against the satiny comforter.

  Moses hadn’t made her wait long after all. And soon she’d get her scoop—after a little play, of course.

  Of all her recent fuck buddies, Moses was her favorite by far. His appetite for sex matched hers. Best of all, he didn’t cling, didn’t make more of her sharing his covers like some did. He knew the score—knew she liked her sex as most men did. Dirty, nasty—and often.

  For her, sex was a purely physical release. An addiction she craved like some women craved chocolate. She ached with need. Already her nipples beaded, and her pussy oozed cream. Just the thought of his large cock sliding inside her had her blood humming in her veins.

  To ease the ache between her legs, she slipped a hand between her thighs and stroked her cunt.

  Moses pushed open the bedroom door. “Couldn’t wait for me before you started the party?” His generous lips were stretched into a grin.

  Glad she’d left the lamp atop the nightstand on, Sidney smiled and opened her legs so he could watch her play with herself. “I’m just priming the pump, honey.”

  He hadn’t wasted any time himself. His dark chest was bare. His hands were already busy shoving his pants down muscled thighs. His cock sprang from confinement, huge and veined.

  “Baby, you know I got a terrible thirst.” His dark gaze smoldered as he watched her fingertips slide into her wet slit.

  “I was counting on that.” She dipped two fingers inside and swirled them in her juices, then she painted her nipples.

 
He strode to the end of the bed and crawled onto the mattress, his expression taut. His hands circled her ankles and jerked her legs wider apart.

  Sidney yelped, but thrilled to his sheer physicality.

  His face came down between her legs, and he made a growling sound as he sucked her lips into his mouth.

  She hissed air between her teeth and lifted her hips, eager to accept his sensual kiss.

  “Oh man, you know I missed the taste of you, girl,” he said, rolling his face in her pussy. His large hands skimmed up her inner thighs, and his fingers spread her labia.

  “Oh Christ,” Sidney moaned. “Eat me, Moses.” Her hands smoothed over the crown of his shaved head, and her fingers curved around his ears.

  His tongue lashed out and rimmed her cunt, licking as deeply as he could reach along her channel walls, all the while the rough pads of his fingers tugged and massaged her pussy.

  Sidney squeezed her eyes shut at the delicious sensations—his tongue caressing her sensitive flesh, his fingers now pinching the hood guarding her clitoris.

  He sucked her lips into his mouth again and let them go. “If I wasn’t hard as a rock, I’d spend hours here.”

  “Just like a man,” she teased, breathless. “Full of regrets and blaming his cock.”

  “Rain check?” He kissed her inner thigh and looked up her body, his expression unrepentant.

  “All right, lover. But you have to fuck me like you mean it.”

  “You’re sassy when you’re horny.” He grinned. “Turn over—I promise to give you everything you got comin’.”

  Just as eager to get to the rough stuff, Sidney rolled to her belly and came up on her knees. She spread them wide on the slippery comforter and tilted her ass up to receive his cock.

  Moses’ hands curved around her waist, and he jerked her higher. “I’m gonna make you howl like a wolf.”

  “Promises, promises.” Her words ended on a moan as the crown of his massive sex eased past her entrance.

  Moses pressed forward, pulsing as he stretched her to accommodate his size. “Baby, you’re tight. Ain’t had a brother in a while, huh?”

  “No one fills your…shoes,” she gasped, wriggling backward to take him the rest of the way inside. Her arms trembled as she tried to hold herself up, but her vagina was already quivering and spasming around his cock.

  Finally seated with his groin snug against hers, Moses leaned over her back and hugged her tight. “Oh, damn! You ready to be fucked to oblivion?”

  She fisted her hands in the bedding. “Do the wild thing, baby!”

  * * * * *

  As Sidney drove to the estate nestled in the hills overlooking Seattle, she fought fatigue. After stopping at her apartment for a quick shower and change, she had precious few hours before the sun rose.

  Her body was still warm, pliant and ached deliciously from Moses Brown’s rough play.

  Their conversation afterward had been brief. With his eyelids drooping and deep voice purring in her ear like a contented cat’s, he’d finally given her the rundown on the latest homicides.

  The dead men inside the nondescript house had been savaged, their necks laid open, their bodies drained of blood. Vampires. No doubt about it.

  But something about the choice of victims niggled at Sidney’s mind. Forty-something scientists meeting over dinner? Not an obvious target for creatures that tended to roam the streets seeking younger, tender morsels.

  Not that she fully understood vampires’ appetites and habits. Hell, she hadn’t even known they existed until a few short months ago.

  She’d been following a trail of missing teenagers taken out by gang violence—or so the police reports stated. Never satisfied with the official accounts, she’d done a little digging.

  First, she’d found notices posted in the obits of the Seattle Times for rosaries, eulogies and remembrance ceremonies—but the bodies were never presented for viewing, and stranger still, she couldn’t find a single instance of an actual burial. The few parents willing to speak to her had been told the kids’ bodies were dumped in Elliott Bay and never recovered.

  Next, her curiosity had led her to Moses Brown, a name that appeared again and again in the police reports. A uniformed cop at the time, he’d worked the areas where the teenagers tended to disappear. She’d hounded the man, stalked him to his hangouts and to his apartment door. She’d even joked with him that her middle initial “P” stood for “Persistence”.

  Then one night, following a tip from one of the victim’s friends, she’d attended a Halloween party at a trendy nightclub called The Cavern, and she’d discovered the truth for herself.

  The club was near the docks in West Seattle, situated among a shabby row of brick buildings. Its violet neon sign beckoned from the street, techno music pounded from the open door.

  Once inside The Cavern, she’d tugged at the hem of her French Maid costume, feeling exposed and conspicuously older than the majority of the revelers. For a Halloween party, few of the young people in attendance actually wore costumes—if one discounted the dime-store fangs.

  “Well, if it isn’t Sidney Coffey—the ‘News at Nine’ girl.”

  She jumped at the sound of the masculine voice drawling so close to her ear and whirled.

  The man in front of her was tall and lean, dressed in a black leather jacket and pants. With his pale skin, longish dark hair, and porcelain-smooth vamp dentures—he looked like Dracula gone biker.

  “Do I know you?” she asked, raising her voice to be heard over the music.

  “Not yet.” His dark gaze swept down her body in a slow, sensual perusal.

  No prude, Sidney could out-ogle most lounge lizards—but something about the predatory way this man loomed over her raised her hackles. She flashed him a small, tight smile. “Not ever.”

  His grin reminded her of a crocodile’s toothy grimace. “We’ve started this conversation in the wrong place.” He held out his hand. “Name’s Nicky Powell.”

  Although he was handsome, Sidney had reluctantly laid her palm in his hand to shake it. “You already know my name.” She lifted her chin in challenge and tried to pull away her hand.

  He held her tight, the pressure just shy of cracking her knuckles. “You’re a bit spiny. Delicious.” He drew out the words like a man who meant to savor a treat. Then he bent over her hand and licked her skin.

  Sidney blinked and tugged in earnest. “Okay, Vlad—enough with the tasting. Let me go!”

  Instead of heeding her request, he followed her arm upward, licking and scraping his teeth along her skin, raising goose bumps and her heart rate. However repulsive he’d seemed at the start, her body started to quiver the higher his tongue caressed.

  When he reached the cuff of her short sleeve, he looked up into her eyes.

  Sidney swayed toward him, drawn to his bottomless gaze. She wet her lips, anticipating a kiss—

  “Uh-huh, sugar. How many times I gotta tell you to leave off the rum ‘til I get here?”

  A strong arm circled her waist, and Sidney found herself looking up into Moses Brown’s chocolate gaze.

  Nicky released her arm and stepped back. “Officer Brown, how nice to see you.”

  Sidney shook her head, trying to rid herself of the muzzy, lustful feelings still ruling her body. When she looked up again, several young men stood behind Nicky, flexing their muscles and trying to look tough.

  When she scanned the group, her body turned cold like she’d been doused with ice water. Their faces were familiar—she’d seen their pictures in the obituaries. “What the hell?”

  Moses pulled her closer and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Not now, baby. Wait ‘til we get to the car.” To Nicky, he said, “You won’t mind if I dance with my girl, will you?”

  Sidney shivered as the man’s eyes narrowed, but he shrugged and tilted his head to his posse for them to follow him as he walked away.

  “Moses,” she hissed. “Those boys—”

  “I bet you couldn’t hol
d your piss for five seconds when you were a little girl.” His hand slid from her hip to her arm, and he pulled her onto the dance floor. Once there, he tucked her body close to his, a thigh nudging between hers as he began a sexy dance that rubbed his body—chest to groin—against hers.

  Her body still hummed from the other man’s seductive lick-fest, but she trusted Moses wouldn’t do her any harm, so she snuggled closer to his tall, hard-muscled frame, riding his thick thigh. Conversation was impossible the music was so loud, her questions would wait. She closed her eyes and just—felt.

  Her body melted all over him as she ground her crotch on his leg, heat pooling between her legs.

  “He’s found himself another target. Let’s get out of here,” he whispered in her ear.

  Sidney blinked dreamily and looked over her shoulder. Nicky Powell held a plump blonde woman in his arms who was struggling to free herself. “Looks like she needs help.”

  Moses nodded to two men moving in on the couple. “That’s the owner—Dylan O’Hara—he’ll take care of it. In the meantime, let’s get out of here.”

  Sidney followed Moses’ long strides as quickly as her heels and shaky legs would allow. For the first time, she noted a dark undercurrent of rising excitement stirring the crowd. Laughter had stopped, and all eyes turned to Nicky and the blonde.

  “Keep walking!” Moses pulled her behind him, until once more she was outside the bar.

  That night clouds had obscured the stars and a misting rain held the chill of coming winter. She’d raised her face to the mist, letting the cool clear the sensual fog from her brain. “You have a lot of explaining to do,” Sidney said, casting Moses a sideways glance.

  “I’ll give you answers, but we need to get out of here quick.”

  She lifted her hand to point. “My car’s over—”