A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark #2)(68)

“Emma, it’s your home whether you accept me or no’. It has always been and always will be.”

She jerked from his hand. “I don’t want your home and I don’t want you,” she cried. “Not when you’ve hurt me like this.”

His body went tense and his expression turned bleak. As though he’d failed. “Tell me how.”

“When you lied, it…it hurt.”

“I dinna want to lie to you.” He brushed her hair from her face. “But I dinna think you were ready to hear everything, and I already sensed a threat from the vampires and feared you would run away.”

“But now keeping me from my family pains me even more.”

“I will take you to them,” he said quickly. “I have to meet with some of the clan and then I must go away for a short while. After that, I will take you there myself. But you canna go alone.”

“Why?”

“I am uneasy. Emma, I need you to cleave to me. I know you doona and I fear losing you. They will talk you from any headway I may have made with you.”

Annika would, in fact, remind Emma that she’d gone insane.

“I know the minute you enter that coven alone, I will have hell to get you back.”

“And you have to get me back.”

“O’ course I do. I will no’ lose you just when I’ve finally found you.”

She rubbed her forehead. “Why are you so certain about this? For someone who’s not a Lykae, this all seems really extreme. I mean, you’ve only known me for a week.”

“While I’ve waited my entire lifetime.”

“That doesn’t mean you were right to have. It doesn’t mean you should have.”

His voice went low. “No, but it means having you here now feels verra, verra satisfying.”

She ignored the warmth his words conjured, ignored her dream of him.

“Emma, will you drink from me?”

She scrunched her nose. “You smell like alcohol.”

“I had a dram or two.”

“Then I’ll pass.”

He was silent for a moment, then held up the necklace again. “I want you to wear this.” He leaned forward to reach around and fasten it. Which placed his neck directly before her lips.

She spied a nick just inches from her mouth. “You’ve cut yourself,” she murmured in a daze.

“Did I, then?”

She licked her lips, trying not to succumb to the temptation. “You’re, oh, God, move your neck,” she whispered, panting.

The next thing she felt was his palm on the back of her head, pulling her to him, forcing her mouth against his skin.

She pounded her fists against his chest, but he was too strong. She finally surrendered, unable to stop herself from darting her tongue out. She licked him slowly, savoring his taste and the way his body tensed, she knew, with pleasure.

Moaning, shuddering, she sank her fangs in and drew.





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A s she drank, Lachlain squeezed her in his arms and rose to sit on the edge of the bed. He lifted her onto his lap, making her straddle him.

He knew she was lost, clinging so sweetly to him, her elbows on his shoulders, her forearms crossed behind his head. The necklace was cold against his chest as he pulled her closer.

She drew in deep.

“Drink…slowly, Emma.”

When she didn’t, he did something he wouldn’t have thought he was capable of. He broke away from her.

She swayed immediately. “What’s happening to me?” she asked in a slurred tone.

You’re drunk so I can take advantage of you….

“I feel so…strange.”

When he rolled up her nightgown, she didn’t stop him, even when he palmed her between her legs. He groaned anew to find her so wet. His erection was about to rip through his pants.

She was breathing hot and fast against his skin where her lips and teeth had been. She licked him there when he thrust his finger inside her tight sex, then ran her face against his, moaning softly.

“Everything’s spinning,” she whispered.

He felt guilt, but he knew what they needed and would take them headlong to it, damn the consequences. “Spread your knees more. Rest on my hand.”

She did. “I ache, Lachlain.” Her voice was throaty, sexy as hell.

She whimpered when he leaned down to drag his tongue over her nipple. “I can ease it,” he bit out as he unfastened his pants with his free hand and his cock sprang forth just beneath her. “Emma, I need…tae be inside you. I’m going tae press you down on me.”

He forced her hips lower and lower. Gentle. First time. So small.

“And then I’m going to take you until neither of us aches like this,” he said against her nipple. Just when he was about to touch her wetness, when he could perceive her heat, she flung away from him, scrambling to the headboard.

He growled with frustration, yanking her right back, until she pummelled his shoulder.

“No! Something’s not right.” Her hand flew to her forehead. “Feel so dizzy.”

Put the beast back in its cage. He’d made a vow to her, never to touch her when she didn’t want him to. But her gown was barely covering her, red silk teasing against her white thighs, her nipples hard. He couldn’t catch his breath…needed her so badly….