Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(82)

Firelight flickered over his seething muscles and his taut, dark skin. In this form, his face was harsher, more brutal but still starkly beautiful to her. His eyes were filled with hunger and promised wicked things. That armband above his bicep glinted in the light.

A demon with immortal need was seated deep and tightly within her. She was unafraid, wanting him for her own with a desperate ache.

At last, he drew back his hips and plunged forward, rasping, “Mine . . .”

She gave a cry in pain. Yet she heard herself saying, “Do it again!” After another long withdrawal, he thrust even harder. Pleasure began to drown out any discomfort as he drove into her again and again.

Holly didn’t understand half of what was going on, just that everything was happening so fast. She was changing—her claws curled as she sunk them into his muscled ass, urging him on for more. She began panting as electricity charged the air.

He was changing—not only in appearance. His aggression was spiking, his manner with her rougher, more demanding. “Need you . . . to take more of me. Need deeper inside you.” He was earthy, animalistic, making her want to be as well. “More!” He shoved harder.

She cried out in bliss.

“Arch your back.”

As she did, he lifted her hips and wrenched her along on his shaft.

“Ah, yes!”

He tangled his hands in her hair, cupping her head with one hand. He looped his other arm around her back, clutching her ass tightly, holding her flush against him as he rode her. At her ear, he rasped, “You’re goin’ to take me good and deep . . . then I’ll come for you.”

She moaned at his words, writhing in his arms. “Cadeon . . .”

*

The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain.

But it was also unfamiliar, as if he’d never had sex before.

He’d never known how heavy and aching his sack could feel. He’d never had to grit his teeth from the throbbing pressure as his semen rose in his shaft.

The moist clench of her sex seemed to demand it from him. The heat of her . . .

As he lunged his body over hers, his chest rubbed against her stiffened nipples. Her back arched to him, her breasts jutting.

Elemental drives ruled him. His gaze was drawn to the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder, just under the line of her shining pearls.

“Holly . . . can’t stop myself.”

“Don’t stop!”

“Mine.” He sank his fangs in her.

Her arms fell limp over her head, her body quiescent as he rutted over her. She screamed with pleasure as she helplessly came.

Her sex clenched around his cock, milking it for the seed he could finally give her.

Mindlessly snarling against her flesh, he plunged into her again and again. The ache, the pressure, the throbbing inside . . .

He was crazed with the need to ejaculate, thrusting, grunting, driving. He released her neck, throwing back his head to roar as his come began to shoot from him. His back bowed from the force of it, jetting out in wave after wave.

He’d claimed her. Holly’s mine . . . at last.

He collapsed over her, heaving his breaths against her marked neck.

Once he’d begun to gather his wits, he leaned up to see how badly he’d hurt her, an apology on his lips. “Holly, I . . .” He trailed off at her expression.

She looked even hungrier for him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she said, her voice a purr.

His eyes went wide, then narrowed. “Oh, I’ve got more, baby.” He clutched the back of her neck. “A lot more.”

“Then let’s see it.” Her claws sank deeper into his ass.

He hissed in a breath, and his cock pulsed inside her. “Later, I’m gonna do you nice and slow, but right now I just need to bend you over things and see what this sexy little body of yours can do . . . .”

“Try to keep up, demon.”





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He’d exhausted her. Holly lay sleeping soundly beside him, her slim arm stretched over his chest as he sifted his fingers through her hair.

Cade had been merciless with her, making her come over and over. But he wanted her to remember this night for the rest of her life.

He kissed her shoulder where he’d bitten her, glad to see it was rapidly healing. Her transition was indeed complete. She was an immortal. His little immortal.

He’d claimed her. There was no going back, even if he wanted to. And he did not want to.

In the morning, he’d remember why this had been unwise, but for now, he blocked out all doubt, allowing himself this night.

Awash in satisfaction, he’d been grinning, or on the verge for the last half hour. Prim Miss Ashwin had thrown one over on him, making the ancient demon feel like a weak-kneed lad. She was a wanton, holding nothing back from him.

Even as she wore her dainty pearls.

He’d never imagined a sense of completeness like this. And what if he’d gotten a babe on her? Again, he grinned. My female and my kid.

If Holly thought that Cade could try her patience, imagine what his demon spawn would be like.

Maybe Valkyrie daughters and demon sons . . .

His phone rang, casting him back to his much bleaker reality. He dragged himself from the bed to answer it, knowing who it would be.

R?k had been checking in several times a day. And never with good news . . . .