Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(108)

“Demon,” she whispered, already nearing her peak. “I’m close . . . .”

He stopped at once, withdrawing his fingers, making her whimper.

“Straddle me,” he commanded as he sucked his glistening finger, shuddering with pleasure at her taste. “My female is delicious.”

Shivering, she maneuvered herself over his lap.

Once she was poised above his shaft, he fisted it with his free hand. “Come to me. Take me into that sweet sex.”

“Malkom,” she gasped, lowering herself. When the crown breached her entrance, he growled, ripping the cups from her bodice so he could suckle her, licking one nipple while rolling the other between his wet fingers.

She couldn’t hold on. “Ah, gods!” With only the tip inside her, she began to come, her slick orgasm sending her slipping down his length. She wanted to throw back her head to scream with pleasure, but he rose up from her breast to meet her gaze, his hands capturing her face.

With his teeth clenched and sweat beading his brow, he forced her to stare into his flickering eyes as she slid along his beautiful cock, crying out with every inch.

Pulsing thickness within . . . waves of gripping heat.

Gazing at him as she came made her feel bare to him. The act was searingly intimate—and even more arousing.

By the time the spasms had finally ended, when he throbbed deep inside her, she was already on the verge again.

Laying his palms over her hips, he rasped, “I’m not done with you.” Then he wrenched her down while surging his hips up, sending her spiraling into another climax . . . .



This time Malkom let her throw back her head as she came, savoring her abandon, her body’s eager surrender. Her long hair brushed his thighs as she screamed his name, her pale throat working.

Her neck was fully bared to him—no collar. His aching fangs went sharp for that flesh, craving relief as much as his shaft did. But he would never again take her blood without asking.

When she faced him once more, she panted between red lips, her eyes like stars, glittering from her pleasure.

He grasped her finger, pulling it to his mouth to nick it on one fang. Then he held her bleeding finger between them. “ ’Tis to be your choice, ara.”

They both stared at the bead welling, the stream gliding down.

“But I want all of you, demon,” she said breathlessly. “Every part of you.” Before his riveted eyes, she painted the crimson along her neck, beckoning him. “I need your bite as much as you need to give it to me.”

“Witch!” he growled as he swung her around to the bed. Still wedged deep inside her, he laid her down beneath him, then raised himself on straightened arms.

As his hips rolled between her thighs, he stared down at her. Three weeks ago, he would have thought this a fevered fantasy—the most exquisite female he’d ever seen, offering her neck while he drove in and out of her luscious sex. “You are too beautiful to be real, channa.”

“Drink from me, Malkom. Taste me. It’s yours, whenever you need.”

Gods, could she truly be his? A woman to accept everything about him? He caught her neck in the crook of his arm, using his forearm to press her head to the side. Leaning down, he licked the blood from her neck, fangs sharper than they’d ever been. With a snarl, he plunged them into the tender spot between her neck and her shoulder.

Her body shot tense when he sucked her. “Malkom! It’s . . . ah, gods, demon . . .” She cupped his head to her neck, pressing his mouth closer.

She feels it, too.

That closeness, a bond he’d never imagined, was even stronger when he was inside her. With her essence coursing through his veins, and his hips pounding against her, he had to fight not to come.

As he surged over her, riding her tight sheath, pleasure rocked him down to his bones. To finally know this, to share it with her.

Last, Slaine, last! This is actually happening . . . .

“Malkom, I’m close!” He felt her words as much as heard them. “Demon!” she screamed as she began to orgasm.

The clenching of her sex robbed him of his willpower. Now that he was to give her his seed, he noticed the way her sex milked his cock, demanding its due.

Too much pressure . . . about to explode. He released her neck, his back bowing from the intensity as his semen rose within him.

“Come inside me,” she said, panting. “I need to feel it. Give me all of you.”

Her words sent him over the edge. “Can’t keep it in . . . ah, no longer!” Helpless to stop it, he slammed his body between her thighs, taking her harder than he ever had, until . . . in a blinding rush . . .

He was released.

“Carrow!” he bellowed as he began to ejaculate. Again and again, his shaft shot deep into her heat. Pumping . . . ecstasy . . .

As he mindlessly thrust, filling her womb, she cried out, “I feel it inside me. Malkom, you’re so hot . . . like a brand.” Her knees fell wide as she fisted the sheets, coming once more.

Just as the tension left her body, he groaned, emptying the last of his seed. They lay for long moments, catching their breath. He could scarcely formulate thought—the connection had been too complete, the pleasure too consuming. I feel nigh dumbstruck.

“Demon,” she gasped, sounding dazed.

“I couldn’t have imagined that,” he murmured. “ ’Twas pleasure with no equal.”