A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark #2)(40)

He nodded. “And my body gets bigger, while the shape of my face changes, becomes more…lupine.”

She grimaced. “Snout?”

He actually chuckled at that. “No. No’ like you’re thinking.”

“Then it doesn’t sound that different from you now.”

“But it is.” He grew serious. “We call it saorachadh ainmhidh bho a cliabhan…letting the beast out of its cage.”

“Would it scare me?”

“Even older, powerful vampires cower.”

She bit her lip, contemplating all he’d said. Try as she might, she couldn’t imagine him as anything other than hot.

He ran a hand over his mouth. “It’s getting late. Do you no’ want to drink again before dawn?”

Embarrassed by how badly she wanted to, she shrugged and studied her finger tracing the bedcover’s paisley design.

“We’re both thinking about it. We both want to.”

She murmured, “I might, but I don’t want what comes with it.”

“What if I vowed no’ to touch you?”

“But what if…” She trailed off, her face heating. “What if I forget…myself?” If he kissed her and stroked her as he had before, she had no doubt she’d soon be begging for him to bend her over the bed, as he’d put it.

“It would no’ matter because I’d put my hands on this cover and I would no’ move them.”

She frowned at his hands, then nibbled her lip. “Put them behind your back.”

He clearly didn’t like that. “I would put my hands”—he glanced around, then spread his arms over the top of the headboard, palms down—“here, and I would no’ move them. No matter what occurs.”

“You promise?”

“Aye. I vow it.”

She could try to convince herself that mere hunger compelled her to walk on her knees over to him. But it was so much more than that. She needed to experience the sensuality of the act, the warmth, the taste of his skin beneath her tongue, the feel of his heartbeat speeding up as though she’d pleasured him by drawing greedily.

When she knelt before him, he leaned his head away, exposing his neck, beckoning her.

She saw he was already hard and grew nervous. “Hands stay put?”

“Aye.”

Unable to stop herself, she eased forward, took his shirt with her fists, and sank her fangs into his skin. Rich warmth and pleasure exploded within her, and she moaned against him. She felt his groan reverberating beneath her lips. When she almost toppled over from the rush of sensation, he bit out, “Straddle…me.”

Never taking her lips away, she did, gladly, better able to relax and revel in the taste and feeling. Though he never removed his hands from the headboard, he thrust his hips up against her. Then, with another groan, he seemed to make an effort to stop.

But she liked the sounds he’d made, liked that she could feel them, and wanted to hear more. So she lowered herself fully to his lap, uncaring that her skirt was slipping up her thighs. The heat that met her made her ache. Thoughts grew dim. So hard…. Gone nearly mindless, she rubbed against him to ease it.





14


“R elease me from my vow, Emmaline.”

She didn’t respond, wouldn’t release him, and damn it, it had begun to matter to him if he broke his word to her. Her only answer was spreading her knees wider over him, then slowly, sensuously rubbing his length between her legs, with only his trews and her silk between them. “Ah, God, yes, Emma,” he grated, shuddering with need, disbelieving that she was doing this to him.

He would use this against her, he thought hazily. If his blood on her tongue made her lose control like this, he would force her to drink him until she surrendered everything….

Force a vampire to drink him…what was happening to him?

She put her hands on the headboard between his and held on as she ground against him, making his head fall back. The scent of her hair, flowing just before him, the feel of her bite, and her own obvious pleasure were sending him over the edge. “You’re going tae make me come like this. If you doona stop…”

She didn’t. She continued grinding against him as if she couldn’t stop. The frustration was like nothing he’d ever known. To not be able to touch her, or put his mouth to her flesh…She brushed her breasts against his chest and back again. The headboard began to crack under his hands.

The throbbing pressure built up inside him, had been building all night from her first taking. Now his breaths grew ragged as she moved faster, riding his length. Just when he perceived she’d stopped drinking, she whispered in his ear, “I could drink you forever.”

You will….

“Taste so good,” she said, moaning the last.

“You drive me mad,” he grated, then threw his head back and yelled out as he came hotly under her movements, forced by the firm bucking of her hips against him. The wood beneath his hands disintegrated to splinters and dust.

When he finally finished shuddering, he clenched his ragged fists beside her legs. She fell against his chest, clinging to him, her small body quivering.

“Emma, look at me.”

She faced him, her silvery eyes mesmerizing. He knew her, she felt familiar, and yet he knew he’d never seen anything like the stunning creature she was. She tilted her head, regarding him with an unsure expression.