Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(9)

It was a constant struggle.

Growing up without a father, or any other male of his kind to look up to and emulate, he had chosen as his role models the few mortal men that over the years had gained his respect. And the type of man he admired and believed he ought to be wasn’t the fierce warrior or the ruthless commander.

It was the cultured gentleman: polite, lenient and accommodating.

Civilized.

Except, with Syssi it seemed his civilized facade was cracking—the fissures getting wider—and last night, in that damned elevator, the false veneer had shattered completely.

That being said, he was all too aware that Syssi liked this side of him—at least to some degree. But the thing that gave him pause, the reason he strained to rein in the beast, was that he might cross the line and scare her off.

He wanted to bring her nothing but pleasure; to be the one and only to fulfill all of her wildest desires. And by doing so, some of his own.

Sitting down on the bed, he lowered her down over his knees, just as he had promised. And as he caressed her denim-clad bottom, his other palm resting between her shoulder blades and holding her down gently, he waited to see if she’d try to get free.

She didn’t. Turning her head sideways, Syssi laid her cheek on the comforter, holding her breath in strained anticipation.

“You know it’s only a game? That I would never hurt you?” he asked quietly, his voice raspy with his arousal.

“Yes,” she answered, her throaty whisper betraying how much she wanted this.





5

S Y S S I

W hy? Syssi had no clue. She had never done anything like that before. Hell, she had never even thought about it. Up until she had met Kian, she had been convinced she was purely vanilla: and a very boring flavor of vanilla at that. What could be so damn arousing about a spanking?

Something must be really wrong with her to be so turned on by the prospect of what she should find at least degrading, if not scary and completely wrong.

On some level, she hoped she would hate it—that it would hurt and prove to be a big turnoff—because that would make her normal.

Not kinky and weird.

As Kian yanked down her jeans with her panties coming along for the ride, she bit down on her lower lip, and feeling the cool air on her exposed bottom, fought the urge to giggle and make him stop. But she forced herself to stay put. Resolved to find out once and for all what it was like. To have the experience so she could put that demon to rest—one way or the other.

With his hand lightly caressing her bottom, Kian inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth, making the kind of hissing sound that she came to expect before his bite. Syssi tensed, bracing for his fangs. Instead, she felt his soft lips, kissing each cheek before he went back to caressing them.

“You have a gorgeous ass, Syssi, small and perfectly plump…,” he said with that same snakelike hiss as his finger stroked over her drenched folds.

“And you’re soaking wet… my sweet girl.”

Syssi groaned. Then she almost climaxed when he brushed lightly over her sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves.

Between her fearful anticipation and his light caresses, Syssi was so turned on she felt like crawling out of her skin. “Please…” she pleaded, not knowing what exactly she was pleading for. At this point, she would’ve done just about anything to get what she needed to hurtle over that strained edge.

Answering her plea, Kian’s palm descended, landing with a light smack on her upturned behind. But it was not enough, she needed more. The next three landed in quick succession, but he was still being too gentle with her, and she was getting antsy. Pushing her bottom up with a little wiggle, she tried to communicate her need for him to do better without having to say a thing.

“Greedy little minx, aren’t you?” He smacked her bottom harder, finally bringing on the sting she craved. After five more delicious smacks, the small ache pulsing in her behind was almost enough to send her over the precipice.

She groaned again, waiting. But he stopped.

“Not yet, sweet girl, I want to be inside you when you come,” he growled. With a quick surge, he moved her over, pulling up her hips so she was propped on her knees with her cheek still pressed down to the mattress.

While caressing her warmed-up bottom with his palm, Kian struggled to pull down his pants with the other. He ended up only pushing them down past his hips, and with a grunt, thrust inside her from behind.

Syssi felt as if a tight rubber band had snapped, and as she was flung over that cliff, she flew apart. Kian kept his hold on her hips, preventing her from being shoved forward as he kept pounding into her and prolonging her climax.

As his pelvis kept slapping against her tender behind, the explosive combination of the submissive pose and his forceful thrusts had her orgasm two more times. Though coming one on the heel of the other, they felt like one long rapture crashing to shore in several powerful waves.

Drained to the point of passing out, Syssi thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Except, Kian wasn’t done yet. Pulling on her hair, he brought her up so she was kneeling with her back pressed against his chest. His arm holding her in an iron grip around her middle, he tilted her head and with a loud hiss sank his fangs into her exposed neck.

Syssi found she still had some hidden reserves, climaxing again when Kian’s venom and his seed flooded her body.

With a keening moan that sounded more like a weak sob escaping her dry, hoarse throat, she collapsed—utterly drained yet completely sated.