Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(46)

“Yes, Malkom! More . . .” She knew demon males loved when females guided them by their horns, but when she grasped his, he wrenched his head back with a violent shake, loosing her hands. He cast her a warning look so ominous that she swallowed. “S-sorry, demon.”

Still he glowered. Biting her bottom lip, she began petting her breasts for him. Ah, Hekate, she could tell that pleased him.

Mollified, he settled back in. When his tongue snaked over her throbbing clitoris, she cried out and he stilled.

“No, more, more. Keep going!”

Her back arched when he made a second foray there. Another firm flick came, then another. “Oh, yes!” she cried, surrendering completely, wantonly rolling her hips up to the demon’s mouth.

When he began thrusting his forefinger as he licked, she mindlessly murmured, “You clever demon. It’s so good, it’s so . . .” Her head fell back. The tension built and built, the coil tightening.

The feel of his thick finger exploring, his wonder, his strong tongue.

“Alton, ara,” he grated against her. Come, female. But this time the phrase had a completely different meaning. It was a command uttered by a dangerous male who expected her to obey him.



Malkom had planned to feast on her luscious sex until he tasted her coming against his mouth.

She was about to, was undulating to ride his finger and tongue, stealing any control he’d thought he possessed.

Last, Slaine! He feared he’d embarrass himself with her again.

The bud at her apex was sensitive—working his tongue over it made her squeeze her breasts more urgently, made her moans louder. So he circled her there over and over, gazing up at her face.

With glittering eyes, she met his gaze, panting as he plunged his finger inside her channel.

Between licks, he said, “Alton, Carrow!”

To see a female coming, my female . . . to taste it.

Suddenly, she bucked, her body spasming as she rocked to his tongue. She screamed, “Malkom!”

He gave a desperate groan when he felt her little sheath gripping his finger again and again, as if sucking it deeper. Once he tasted her orgasm, he licked in ecstasy, growling with pride and pleasure.

“Ah, demon, yes!”

I wrought this from her. She was so beautiful like this, her body amazing him. She was made for me alone.

Eventually she pushed his head away though he still laved. Against his will, he surrendered his prize.

When he stood, trapping her body against the wall, his shaft strained between them. He’d never known it could pain him like this. “Sex, ara!” The water running over his heated skin was somehow arousing him even more.

“N-no, Malkom,” she said between breaths.

Why can I not mate her? He’d pleasured her hard. He wanted to seize her breasts from behind, holding her steady as he planted his cock into her, deep where he’d licked her softness—

She pressed her mouth to his chest, her tongue darting against his pierced nipple.

His eyes widened. Would she reciprocate? When she brushed her lips lower, his heart thundered so loud he knew she could hear it.

At last! To know what this felt like . . . .

He turned to lean back against the wall. With her collar in his hand, he guided her to kneel between his legs. “Kiss,” he commanded in Anglish. She dutifully nuzzled the hair just below his navel, pressing her lips all around.

In Demonish he told her, “Give me this.” He fisted his shaft to her mouth. “Take it betwixt your sweet lips.”

Peering up at him to gauge his reaction, she daubed her tongue against the crown.

He bucked uncontrollably, nigh coming. Once he’d stilled his hips, inhaling for control, her tongue flicked out again.

His cock pulsed and a bead arose. He bit back a groan when she lapped up that hint of the seed. Voice gone hoarse, he told her, “I will want this from you, Carrow, every day, every night.” He stared down into her bewitching green eyes.

Strange beautiful female. She was a gift, a treasure.

“You belong to me.” Never will I be separated from this creature.

When he threaded his fingers into her hair, she cupped her hand round his shaft, drawing him to her lips. He gave a shout when she suckled the head into her hot little mouth.

Gods, he wanted to savor this, but she’d begun masturbating him as she circled her tongue around the tip.

With the water running over his body, her tongue swirling and fist pumping, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Cannot withstand this . . . for much longer . . .



The demon had been so proud at how he’d pleasured her—she could perceive his masculine satisfaction. His pride had emanated as strongly as his wonder.

But on the heels of that, she could sense his agony. Her poor demon was about to explode, his engorged penis throbbing against her tongue.

Still, she couldn’t deny the urge to tease him to a feverpitch, to make sure he would never forget his first time. His reactions told her this was yet another pleasure he’d never received.

So she eased back to drip water over his length, dotting droplets over each of his smooth piercings. His expression anguished, he rested one hand on her head, the other tightly covering her nape, guiding her head back. He grated in English, “More. Be . . . good, ara.” Telling her not to tease him?

“I’ll be good, Malkom,” she promised, returning her fist to stroke. But he surged forward, grinding into it. He’s going to come in my hand, he’s going to . . .