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MIK-7 Countdown: Love Bites
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

**I had planned to take a break in my countdown because I’m supposed to be blogging at the Samhain blog today, but I couldn’t figure out how to log in there. So until someone sends me instructions, I’m posting this. If I get there today, I’ll come back and post a link! Not sure what I’m going to talk about… Oh! And my NaNoWriMo wordcount so far is 7701!**

Okay—I finally got into the Samhain blog. The posting is a little lame because I couldn’t figure out how to use it! Stop by and comment. If you do,
I’ll count it toward the drawing! Samhain Blog

November 11th is the day! Knight of My Dreams has been a long time coming for reasons I’m sure you don’t really want to know. But for the next week I’m going to give you snippets of the prequels to that story.

Today, you a chance to win a download of Love Bites, but you have to post a comment to win. If you already have the book, post a comment to let me know whether you want me to keep going with this series and whose story you’d like to see next!

Anyone who posts a comment on my blog during this countdown will be entered in a drawing for a free download of Knight of My Dreams the night before it officially releases!

Yesterday’s winner will be announced at the end of this post.

Love Bites was originally released in January 2004. The hero quickly became a fan favorite. This story had one hell of a ménage scene between the heroine, her police partner and the naughty Quentin.


From Just Erotic Romance Reviews: “…congratulations to Ms. Devlin for creating a masterpiece. This story has all the elements that a Gold Star book has in it. The novel has intense suspense that was thrilling and delightful,…”

From Sensual Romance: “… LOVE BITES is a delicious, emotional romp of a story, a tale that builds powerfully on the old, often-used love triangle and succeeds beautifully in creating something new and exciting.”


Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.

Quentin followed close on Darcy’s heels as she sped to her front door. All night long he’d simmered. The sight of her hands wrapped around Joe Garcia’s cock as the other man gained his satisfaction had boiled like an ulcer in his gut.

After two more fruitless stops at vampire dens, he finally had her to himself. He’d toyed with her breasts and sweet cunt at each of the hells until her fevered gaze and the aroma of her arousal had nearly driven him mad.

Joe had watched Quentin’s seduction, impotent, his fists on his thighs, his gaze bleak. When he’d finally dropped them at the curb in front of her house, he’d mumbled something about making reports and gunned the engine as he left.

This time Quentin would have her to himself. No interruptions—and a bed beneath her back while he ravaged her senses. After tonight, she’d have no doubts about which man she preferred between her legs.

Quentin didn’t heed the voice in the back of his mind, warning him to woo her. He would take her.

Darcy fumbled with the keys and dropped them.

Quentin smiled, grim satisfaction filling him. She had reason to be nervous. He was going to eat her up. Wring every drop of sweet cream from her she had to give. After he taught her a lesson.

He stepped beside her and snatched the keys from the ground. Holding them out for her to take from him, he relished the tremor he detected when her hands accepted the keys.

This time she opened the door and shoved it wide. “I’m tired. Goodnight,” she said over her shoulder, heading straight for her bedroom.

When she slammed her door closed, his hand stopped it, and he shoved it open and advanced into the room, stalking her.

“You’re angry. And I suppose—from your viewpoint—you have reason to be.”

His smile grew as she babbled and took a step backward for each he advanced.

He admired the stubborn tilt of her chin. She didn’t lack courage. “But you haven’t any right to your anger. You don’t own me.”

When her thighs met the side of the mattress, she tried to sidestep him, but his hands grasped the edges of her miniscule top and he tore it down the middle, halving the slender strips of fabric. Perfect for what he had in mind.

She backed onto the mattress and then crawled on all fours away from him.

Quentin leapt onto the bed and straddled her back. His hand smoothed over her bare skin and cupped her shoulders.

She shuddered beneath him, the quaking raising his already rock-hard cock. “All right. You win. I want to fuck just as much as you do. You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”

He traced her spine with a finger. “I’m not going to give you what you want. Not until you beg. And then, I’ll make you wait some more before I let you cream.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Why? Don’t you trust me?”

“You have me pinned to the bed. Why should I?”

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Because I’m about to become your whole world.” Her answering shiver of delight was all he’d hoped to arouse.

He stretched his hand along her arm until he reached her wrist. Her arm tensed, but she didn’t resist when he tied the fabric strip around her wrist in a knot. She was curious. More curious than afraid. Foolish girl!

He eased off her and dragged her closer to the headboard, and then looped the fabric around one iron bar and tied it. He did the same with her other wrist. “Now, get on your knees.”

Darcy’s breath was harsh and coming faster. She struggled against her bonds and pulled herself into a kneeling position.

He reached around her body to the snap of her jeans and opened them, then smoothed the rough fabric over her hips and down her legs.

Raising one knee at a time, she helped him remove the pants.

He tossed them to the floor. “Do I have to tie your legs?”

“No,” she replied, her voice small.

Having subdued her, Quentin was ready to begin his campaign. “What do you want, Darcy?”

Her back quivered. “For you to touch me.”

With his hands on the soft skin of her buttocks, he almost lost his resolve. He parted her cheeks and pressed his thumb against her asshole. “Like this?”

“Quentin?” her voice rose on a plaintive note.

“No?” He leaned down and tongued the rosy ring. “Like this?”

“Quentin!” Her breath caught.

“Is that all you want me to do?”

“No. I want you to fuck me.”

He kissed each cheek. “Well, we all have our disappointments.”

He left the bed and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Quentin? Quentin!”

With her angry curses ringing in his ears, he strode into her kitchen and found a bottle of lousy Scotch. Pouring two fingers into a tumbler, he savored the bite of the liquor and willed his flesh to obey his command.

He wasn’t one to ponder over the deeper emotions, so he didn’t question why this particular woman raised his possessive hackles. He just accepted that she was his. It was time he took a mate.

He imagined her still perched with her shapely ass in the air, fighting her restraints. She’d spit nails at him right about now.

It was going to be a long night, but she would learn who was the master.

* * * * *

Darcy woke to an incredible sensation. A hot, wet cloth swirled over her ass and in between her legs. She moaned and widened the gap between them. The cloth dipped to circle her cunt and she lifted her hips. An invitation her tormentor couldn’t miss.

“You’re awake,” Quentin said, his tone matter-of-fact.

In an instant she recalled everything. Her hands tugged against the headboard, but her restraints held. “What are you doing?”

“Preparing you, love. I don’t want Joe’s scent on you when I take you.”

Darcy bit her lip. Her body remembered even better where they’d left off. She still ached for completion after his diabolical seduction. He’d promised to make her cream.

Instead, she’d been left to scrunch the bedding between her thighs in an attempt to masturbate herself.

“Get on your knees.” His voice held a self-satisfied tone. He was enjoying her torment.

She glowered, but complied immediately.

“Good girl.” His naked skin blanketed her back and his cock slipped between her legs.

Darcy tilted her hips, hoping he’d slide right in.

“Not yet.”

She was afraid of that. Her legs trembled and her cunt wept.

He brought the cloth to her neck, rubbed over her breasts, paying special attention to her aching nipples. Then he scrubbed her stomach. “That’s better.”

“I’m not going to beg,” Darcy said, hoping to incite an argument and break through his icy control.

He chuckled, a mirthless sound that worried her more. “Your legs are shaking. I’ll make you more comfortable.” He reached past her and snagged a pillow, then placed it beneath her belly. “Lie down on this. “

Darcy lowered herself, disturbed to find the pillow raised her ass. She was positioned for his pleasure.

His hands cupped a buttock each, then glided to her thighs. “Open your legs.” He arranged her thighs and knelt between them, encouraging her to widen the gap with nudges from his knees. “Just right.”

Just right for what? A warm gust of air blew over the heated flesh between her legs.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.

Darcy hesitated. The last time he’s asked that question her answer hadn’t done the trick.

“You have to tell me, or I won’t help you.” His words gusted over her quivering flesh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He slapped one side of her ass. A stinging, sharp blow. “Wrong answer.”

“Did…did you just spank me?” she asked, her voice incredulous.

Smack! “You don’t ask the questions. I do.”

“You arrogant—”

Smack! “Don’t raise your voice to me. Not unless it’s to plead.”

Darcy gritted her teeth, seething, but holding onto the thought that eventually she’d get an opportunity to give him some retribution. In the meantime…

“Now tell me.”

“I want to please you,” she said between clenched teeth.

He shifted on the bed and his rough tongue lapped her pussy. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No.” The word was a moan.

“What do you think pleases me?”

Control, you fucking asshole! “Being inside me?”

Smack! He spanked the other cheek.

“What the hell did I say wrong that time?”


Darcy pressed her hot face into the bedding. Her ass was warming up and she couldn’t help wriggling on the pillow. If he’d just lick her cunt one more time, she was sure to pop.

She needed one right answer.

His hands kneaded her buttocks, and Darcy moaned.

“What will please me, Darcy?”

“For me to beg,” she said, her words muffled in the comforter.

“Will you?”


“Beg sweetly, love.” His tongue fluttered on her cheeks, then moved to the crease and descended. When he reached her anus, he paused.

“Please,” she blurted, hearing her rebellious inflection.

He gave her a single flicker.

She got the point. He wanted a constant stream of supplications. Shit! Darcy’s chest heaved. Anger warred with need. “Please, Quentin. I need you inside me. Oh please.”

He bit her ass. “Try to sound a little more convincing,” he said, a wry note of humor in his voice.

“What do you want?” she asked, angry with this humbling, but unable to deny what would satisfy her body. “I ache. I’ve been hurting for hours. I need you to deep inside me.” She took a deep breath. “Please, come inside me.”

“Better.” The point of his tongue pushed into her ass and fluttered.

“Oh God. Please, take my pussy.” Her words this time were sincere. “I need your cock, deep inside me.” Her moan ended on a higher note, when his finger replaced his tongue.

“You’re tight here, love. Don’t guess my cock will be playing in here for a while.” His finger pushed and pulled, in and out.

Darcy sucked air into her starving lungs.

“Don’t forget to beg, love,” Quentin warned.

“Can’t even think, you bastard.”

He swatted her ass, part of his palm slapping her cunt.

The sting ignited her. “Oooh. Fuck me. Fuck me, please,” she pleased hoarsely.

“Then raise up to meet me.”

Eager to comply, she knelt, her hands twisting in the fabric that bound her to the headboard. The head of his cock pushed into her cunt.

She needed no further prodding. “Please, yes! Give it to me.”

He thrust his hips forward, and Darcy whimpered. He didn’t go very far, her vagina was tight and resisted his thick cock. She wriggled her hips to accommodate him, and he plunged deeper this time. Her gasps were loud as each successive thrust shoved him deeper inside until he was fully seated.

It was embarrassing how easily she came. He didn’t have to move again—her cunt did all the work. Deep, spiraling spasms gripped his cock and squeezed, pulsing around him. Darcy hung on her ties. His strong shaft was the only thing that kept her from crumpling to the bed.

When her heart slowed, she realized he was still buried to the hilt inside her. There’d be more.

The winner of yesterday’s contest is…Alisha!

16 comments to “MIK-7 Countdown: Love Bites”

  1. Rasha
    · November 4th, 2009 at 11:10 am · Link

    DD this one sounds great. Must confess I do not have some of the books in this series yet but I think this is swaying me. Do tell us if you make to the Samhain Blog 🙂

  2. Delilah
    · November 4th, 2009 at 11:46 am · Link

    Rasha! I finally figured it out, somewhat. The link’s at the top of this posting!

  3. Fedora
    · November 4th, 2009 at 12:50 pm · Link

    Oh my! Another hot, HOT excerpt, Delilah! I don’t think I’ve read this one yet, either. Yowza…

  4. Delilah Devlin
    · November 4th, 2009 at 2:13 pm · Link

    Fedora! Just think, you have one day to read every story before MIK-7 releases! 😆

  5. Heather Brewer
    · November 4th, 2009 at 3:06 pm · Link

    Stopped by the Samhain blog before I ended up here. What a great excerpt. I am going to have to check my list to see which books in this series I am missing.

  6. Maribel H
    · November 4th, 2009 at 3:54 pm · Link

    I can’t wait to read another one of your books!

  7. Estella
    · November 4th, 2009 at 4:56 pm · Link

    Can’t wait to read another of your books!

  8. Jody F.
    · November 4th, 2009 at 5:51 pm · Link

    The way Quentin wakes a woman up is so much better than my Hello Kitty alarm clock!

    Please send him my way soon!

  9. Deidre
    · November 4th, 2009 at 7:29 pm · Link

    Love really does bite, doesn’t it, in so many wonderfully delightful ways? lol


  10. Wesley Nichols
    · November 4th, 2009 at 8:12 pm · Link

    What is your next major writing project going to be?

  11. Patricia K
    · November 4th, 2009 at 10:37 pm · Link

    I love it so far it is great. Is Knight Dreams
    part of Knight of My dreams as I love that story.I am so far behind on to read pile but I have to get to your books as they are the best

  12. Delilah Devlin
    · November 4th, 2009 at 11:17 pm · Link

    Heather! I hope you like them, and thanks for stopping by the other blog. I’m having problems seeing the messages there. May be my computer!

    Maribel! Well, you don’t have to wait long now! 😉

    Estella! Thanks for dropping by! Good luck in the drawing.

  13. Delilah Devlin
    · November 4th, 2009 at 11:20 pm · Link

    Jody! Q’s wicked hot. I’d be happy just to watch HIM sleep.

    Deidre! You’re right there, hon!

    Wesley! As soon as BBG is done, it’s onto a short novella for a charge at Nocturne.

  14. Delilah Devlin
    · November 4th, 2009 at 11:20 pm · Link

    Patricia! Knight of My Dreams is Knight Dreams completed and retitled.

  15. LaurieF
    · November 5th, 2009 at 11:02 am · Link

    Please continue the series. You were one of the first authors I followed from Ellora’s Cave (or any publisher of Romantica) and it was because of this series. Already have Love Bites in print so enter me for the main draw and pass Love bites on to the next person.

  16. Delilah
    · November 5th, 2009 at 11:26 am · Link

    Laurie! You gave me a very warm fuzzy moment today. Thanks for the gift!

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