Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(81)

Her hands eased down to his ankles. Grasping them tight, she wrenched upward with all her might.

Caught off guard, he dropped flat on his back. “Holly!” he roared. “What the f*ck—”

But she was already straddling him.

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He tossed her to her back on the fur. “Is that how we’re to play this?” he grated. He didn’t recognize his own voice.

When he pinned her arms over her head, his cock slipped against her damp sex, making him shudder with want. She rolled her hips at the same time, almost dooming them both—because for one perfect moment, the crown had nudged right at her entrance.

His gaze trailed from her face to her breasts, rising and falling with her hectic breaths. With a groan, he dropped his head to suckle her.

As his tongue swirled around one of her nipples, he couldn’t stop himself from rocking his cock against her folds again, hunting her wetness for that connection again.

She was looking for it, too, undulating her hips. “Cadeon . . . please.” She didn’t know how to ask for what she needed.

“Does it ache inside?”

“Yes!”

He drew his hips back to slip up and down . . . again that tightness began to glove him, giving him a maddening glimpse of what it could be like. “You need my shaft in you?” Why was he teasing her like this? When he had no intention of taking her fully? “But are you wet enough to take it?”

“I am . . .” she moaned.

At her ear, he whispered, “You want me to mount your little sheath? Ride you till you clench for my seed?”

At that, her head thrashed, her hair tossing on the fur. “Cadeon, why?”

He didn’t know why he was goading her, pushing her. He needed something from her. As he suckled her breast, he tried to read his own instinct. An ache, a need for more than just plunging inside her.

No! The only thing he needed was the will to stop this.

But why? He couldn’t permanently hurt her. She was an immortal. Wanted to be one because he was.

“Please . . . ”

Holly, wet for him, begging him to take her . . . he tried to recall all the reasons this was a bad idea. But he’d wanted her for so long.

“Let my hands go,” she murmured. “I’ll be good.”

He released her, his own hands trailing beneath her to cup her ass. “Ah, gods!” he bit out, when he prodded right at her soft core again. The scent of his female’s need, those beseeching moans . . . they were triggers he couldn’t fight. He was turning. “I’m going to . . . lose control.”

Suddenly he wanted to bite her, to pump his seed inside her body, marking her as his own.

No! I can’t have what I want . . . He began to draw away from her—

She seized his horns, clutching them tight.

“Uhhh . . .” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. Too stunned to speak, to move.

She guided him back down to her body. “I need you inside me.” When he tried to pull back, she gave a decisive yank.

Which meant—it was over.





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Release me . . .” His voice was a hoarse rasp.

When she’d first clutched his horns, he’d gone wild, shuddering his massive body over hers. Now his eyes appeared almost dazed as she held on to him. “Cadeon, I want you.”

Using his knees to spread her thighs, he loomed over her, his breaths in her ear. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m hurting right now!”

At once, he gripped his shaft to guide it into her. “Holly . . .” he groaned as he wedged that broad head inside. “I need to f*ck you so bad.”

“Then do it,” she cried, arching her back.

Inch by inch, he pressed into her, stretching, filling her. “You’re so little . . . so tight.” His forehead was beading with sweat. His brows were drawn as if he was suffering pain, but his eyes slid shut like he was savoring it.

Holly needed this, was desperate for him, but it did hurt. If she’d done this before she’d become an immortal, she probably would’ve passed out from the pain.

Now she gritted her teeth, willing her body to accept his. To get this out of the way so she could have pleasure again.

He began to change above her, his horns lengthening in her grasp. His skin was altering as well. He’d said it would act as an attractant.

He hadn’t told her it would make her crazed.

As his flesh slickened with sweat, it darkened into a burnished red color that made her feel frantic to lick it, to taste it.

She released his horns to caress his magnificent body, leaning up to flick her tongue against his chest and nip it. She grew wetter in a rush, and the pain began to ebb.

“That’s it. I feel you taking me in.” When he opened his eyes, they were black, staring down into hers. “You’re goin’ to be mine?”

“Yes!” This was more than sex, more than taking her virginity. He was claiming her, and she wanted it.

Possession—she read it lit so clearly in his burning gaze. “I’ll never let you go now.” His voice was low, almost frighteningly rough.

“I never want you to,” she whispered.

By the time his shaft had delved as far as her body would allow, his appearance had altered utterly.