A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark #2)(60)

Right at this moment, she thought she might be.

“Lachlain, if someone like you were to…to make love to someone like me, could he be easy with her? Take things slowly?”

His body shot tight with tension. “Aye, he could vow it.”

“He wouldn’t…he wouldn’t turn?”

“No, Emma. No’ tonight,” he said, his voice so low and rumbling it made her shiver, made her nipples go tight. She needed him—desired him—knowing fully what he was.

When she raised her fingers and gently brushed the backs over his face, he gave her a disbelieving look before his lids closed briefly with pleasure. “Lachlain,” she murmured, “I struck you.”

His expression was unreadable. “So you did.”

“Aren’t you going to…retaliate?”

He groaned, and as he took her mouth, he lifted her onto the counter and pressed himself between her legs. His hands palmed her backside and yanked her against his unyielding hardness.

When she gasped, he touched his tongue to hers and she met him, wanting him to take her mouth deeply, to kiss her as he had that first night in the hotel. But it was better than even that. He was aggressive but masterful. He made her melt for him, undulating her hips up to his erection, seeking more.

He growled low, then rasped against her lips, “I canna stand to see you hurt. I will no’ let you be hurt again.”

She leaned forward, now kissing him, twining her hands in his thick hair. Her legs had wrapped themselves around him as he squeezed her backside, grinding her against him.

She attempted his buttons with tremulous fingers and made a sound of frustration. Instantly, he ripped off the shirt, and she wanted to thank him for displaying the muscles flexing and tensing beneath her palms. Aroused even more, shameless with it, she glided her hand down past the waist of his pants to grasp him.

He put his head back and yelled out, then snatched her sweater and bra up just above her breasts. He nuzzled her nipples, his breath hot against them, then suckled them until she thought she’d die with pleasure.

Screw the future and commitments and fears and whatever else. “I want you,” she said on a breath, thumbing the moist head of his penis. When he took her nipple between his teeth and growled against it, she cried in response, “All of you.”

He groaned against her damp breast, then rose up to face her with an incredulous expression. “You canna know how much hearing that pleases me.”

With her free hand, she unzipped her pants. He reached down to pluck off her boots, then snagged the ends of her jeans and tore them from her with one movement.

Then he went back to kissing her as if he knew she would lose her nerve, making her arch her back to him as she ran her hand along his impossibly large shaft. Shuddering, he lifted her legs to place her feet flat on the counter. Spreading her knees wide, he pulled aside her panties, groaning at the sight of her bared flesh.

For some reason she wasn’t embarrassed as he stared, his eyes dark and hungry. In fact, his gaze made her tremble, made her wetter.

“How long I’ve waited.” His voice was husky. “Canna believe it,” he said, before taking her mouth so thoroughly, she was left panting and stunned.

He sucked one nipple, then the other between his lips to tongue them. Her hand squeezed his shaft, and her shaking intensified as her body throbbed for release. Why wasn’t he touching her? Thrusting inside her? Why had she ever said to take this slow?

She was close, she felt it, on the verge of finally knowing the pleasure she’d never experienced, had only imagined.

Did he want her to ask as he had in the shower? She was no longer above it…. “Please touch me here,” she begged as her knees fell open in surrender. “Touch me. Kiss me. Whatever you want to do….”

He groaned. “I’m going tae do it all,” he bit out. “I’ll make this good for you….”

She gave a sharp cry when his fingers gently caressed her sex.

“So wet,” he rasped. “You feel like silk.” Fingers up and down slowly, leaving her flesh trembling in their wake, coaxing her even wetter. Then one dipped fully inside her, giving her no quarter as he had before, forcing her body to accept it, pressing her back into the mirror. Nothing could feel that good. She moaned in bliss, running her fist up and down his rigid erection.

“Why did you never make love before?” he rumbled in her ear, then hissed in a breath when she cupped his heavy sack.

He knew? Could he feel? “There’s no one…For what I am, there was no one who…” She struggled for a word that meant no one my family wouldn’t kill. “No one—”

“Who was no’ disqualified from the competition.” His lips curled. Wicked grin. Wicked Lykae. With his slow, hot touch.

“Uh-huh.”

“Then it’s good we found each other.” He grasped her neck, holding her to face him. With his other hand, he thrust his finger and stroked his thumb over her clitoris. She was glad he held the back of her neck or her head would’ve lolled. “Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open.

“You’re mine, Emma,” he grated between ragged breaths. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Another thrust. Her hips lifted to meet it this time, and she ground into his hand, needing release, needing him deeper.