Lothaire (Immortals After Dark #12)(120)

She stared at it covetously. “But I’ll hurt you.”

He cupped the back of her head, pulling her up to him until her lips pressed against it. “Drink.”

Take from her. Hadn’t he always had that thought during sex? Tonight, he thought, Give everything to her. . . .

With a lost moan, she covered his flesh with savoring licks, easing down to nuzzle his sac, then back to his shaft. But she wouldn’t bite.

Instead, she whispered his name, smoothing loving kisses along his length, caressing her face against it . . . cherishing him.

He tenderly tucked her hair behind her ear, wanting her to continue doing this forever—even as he was desperate for her to bite.

To tempt her, he ran a claw along the side of his shaft, drawing a line of blood. “Lizvetta, love . . . take!”



Ellie’s gaze was transfixed by the crimson drops beading the top of Lothaire’s erection. A cry escaped her when her fangs dipped, seeming to swell inside her mouth.

“I will be anything you need.” Had his accent ever been so thick? “Taste me!” His big hand covered one of her hips, his claws digging into her skin. He was more forceful with her now, more animalistic.

Though his aggression called to her, summoning an answering wildness within her, she shook her head. “Lothaire, I can’t hurt you!”

“Do your fangs ache?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

“You need to sink them into flesh. My flesh. The pain will only get worse.”

Gazing up at him for courage, she parted her lips.

“Yes, Bride, feed. . . .”

She darted her tongue to the stream; with the first contact, a delirious moan escaped her.

His blood seared her, seeming to leap to her tongue, bringing that sense of homecoming, of rightness.

At once, thirst and arousal suffused her. Unbearable.

He hissed in a breath. “You must bite. . . .”

Before she’d even made a conscious decision, her fangs began sinking into the side of his thick erection.

She pierced his flesh; her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Gods, yes!” he roared, his back bowing.

Undeniable. As Lothaire’s delicious blood drenched her tongue, his mighty heart thundered in her ears, a drumbeat to his groans of ecstasy. “Suck, Lizvetta, until you can’t anymore. I’m strong for you.”

She did, drawing a rich, sultry rush from him. She felt as if she’d waited her entire life to drink like this. With each swallow, her breasts and sex swelled, her nipples jutting wantonly. She was aflame, her body seeming to throb with each beat of her heart—or of his?

Lothaire’s blood was affecting her in ways she couldn’t understand. She felt more alive than ever before, but her emotions were out of control.

One moment she thought she’d cry, the next, laugh hysterically. She sucked harder.

“Don’t stop, don’t release your fangs.” Easing onto his back, he rasped, “Must kiss you in turn.”

She kept him under her bite as he maneuvered her body to his side. “Scream, Lizvetta, scream for me.” When he burrowed his head between her legs, pressing his opened mouth to her, she did scream.

“Ah! Keep feeding,” he commanded her with a lash of his tongue, “and I’ll reward you.”

Dimly, she remembered the last time he’d said that. She wanted her reward, wouldn’t stop her suck until he pried her away.

He thrashed with pleasure when she kneaded her claws into his torso, drawing with greedy pulls. And then he covered her clitoris with his mouth, suckling her.

Rapture. Never take this away from me. She sank her claws into his ass. Never want this to end.

When he growled against her flesh, the vibrations pleasured her even more. About to come. To orgasm as she never had before.

His blood on her tongue. His flexing muscles snared beneath her claws. His shaft in her ravenous mouth.

She could feel his seed rising, thought she tasted it.

And when she perceived a tiny prick of his own fang, her eyes flashed open. She toppled over the edge.

Screaming . . . sucking deep . . . screaming more.

He snarled against her as his semen began to pump over his torso, reaching his chest.

The scent of seed, of sex. Of blood. Heaven.

Even after he’d come, he remained hard between her lips.

Between harsh breaths, he grated, “Love, you’re going to have to give me this back for your reward.” He cupped her face, pressing a thumb against her jaw muscle to make her release him.

She reluctantly did, giving his shaft longing licks as he pulled it from her. Losing my mind.

He carelessly wiped away some of his seed marking his chest, then traced between her legs. “Now that we’ve gotten that first frenzy out of the way . . .” He slipped his finger inside her slick core.

“Lothaire!” He gave her no quarter as he wedged a second finger deep inside. With flicks of his wrist, he wickedly thrust them, faster . . . deeper. The veins in his bulging arm and neck muscles now looked doubly sexy to her. “Is it . . . is it always like this?”

Human orgasm, firecracker. Vampire orgasm, atomic blast.

“Once we learn what your body can do? It will only get better. I’m going to make you love this, going to make you thank me for turning you into my kind.”

She shook her head hard. “I still haven’t accepted this—”