Immortals After Dark 09 - Pleasure of a Dark Prince

he’d tried to hide it when he’d buried his face in her hair, inhaling deep.
    “It’s me. Lucia,” she said softly. “I need you back.”
    Finally he faced her, but he still refused to meet her eyes. She wanted him to look directly at her, to
recognize
her. If he met her gaze, he might comprehend that this wasn’t a dream.
    Instead he was eyeing her like a wolf with its paw in a trap, warily,
angrily
. She sensed that any second he’d attack.
    He doesn’t think I’m real.
Maybe he did think her his punishment.
    With tentative movements, she gradually eased her arms around him, her hands meeting at his nape. She sighed with pleasure, merely from feeling him warm against her. “I missed you. So much. I don’t want to part from you again.”
    The love she felt for this male overwhelmed her. Once, so long ago, Lucia had dreamed of a hearth, a husband, and children. Now it struck her that she’d always been waiting on this Lykae to help her realize those dreams.
    “There,” she murmured. “This isn’t so bad, now is it?” His body was tense, thrumming. “Let’s just calmly—”
    Like a shot, his huge hands wrapped around her waist, and he tossed her down to the pallet on the floor.As he loomed over her, an animal intent burned in his blue eyes.
    When he reached for her to claw her jeans from her body, she cried, “Scot, wait!” But she knew he wouldn’t. The beast was in control, its image so pervasive, overlaying Garreth’s face. The sight unnerved her, but if she loved Garreth, then she had to accept this facet of him.
    So she didn’t resist as he sliced her shirt and bra from her, nor when he bit away her panties in a frenzy. Her reflex was to close her legs, but he overpowered her, shoving her thighs open. He gazed at her naked sex for long moments, until she was squirming in his grip, surprised at how aroused she’d grown.
    He slowly licked his lips, making her whimper. Then his hot mouth descended to her flesh.
Licking, suckling… hungry.
The beast was ravenous for its mate.
    Her exhaustion, her worry for him, and the constant dread she’d been battling all were no match for his mouth’s furious taking. Her legs fell wide, and she dug her fingers into his hair, gripping him tight.
    When the pleasure hit her, she screamed, “Ah, Garreth, yes!” As he growled and licked, she rocked to his wicked tongue again and again until her orgasm finally subsided.
    Once he tore his mouth from her, he ripped his own jeans away. Naked and crazed, he knelt before her. His swollen shaft strained toward her, pulsing, the broad head moist as it prepared to enter her.
    He gripped her waist once more, positioning her on her hands and knees. She twisted around to lie on herback, but he shoved her right back the way he wanted her. Spreading her sex with his thumbs, he mounted her from behind with one swift thrust, bellowing with pleasure. After her orgasm, she was more than ready for him.
    Clapping his palms under her shoulders, he drove into her with all his strength, seating himself so deep.
    “Garreth!” She gave herself up to him.
For now…

FIFTY-ONE

    Long hours of frantic sex had passed, sweating bouts of animalistic pleasure as MacRieve had taken her from behind repeatedly. But now at last, by dint of her coaxing—and biting—Lucia had gotten him positioned above her, with his hips wedged between her thighs.
    Finally, they faced each other. Yet even as he moved over her, languidly rocking inside her, he still hadn’t met her gaze. “Look at me, Garreth.”
    Without ever increasing his savoring pace, he thrust deeper, growling as he kneaded her breasts.
    She bit her lip, fighting to keep her eyes open. “Please come back to me.” The act was not as crazed—measured strokes instead of writhing bodies—but it was just as intense. Already she was on the edge. “I’m here, and I need you.” When she tried to kiss him, he buried his face against her neck, licking her heated skin.
    His sweat-slicked chest slid across her nipples, his rigid shaft plunging relentlessly. Her claws dug into the taut muscles of his ass as he worked to pleasure her. Tension stole through her, coiling tight. Head thrashing, she undulated beneath him—
    “Garreth!”
she screamed, coming around him, bucking wildly.
    At once, he yelled out, the sound reverberating off the walls around them. She could feel his spurting seed, his shaft pulsing with each forceful wave. Rising up on straightened arms, he arched his back