MacRieve (Immortals After Dark) (34 page)

“Oh, it would.”

She shuddered. “Have you forgotten that I’m a virgin? I don’t want to see that thing again!”

“Doona want?” He crossed to her with a black look. “I gave you a chance to tell me what you want! You declined.”

She quickly said, “Then I’d prefer not to have sex at all. We can be as we were before.”

“No’ an option.” When he stood before her, he said, “I’ve sacrificed myself on this altar. I stand ready to be harvested thoroughly—and one fuck closer to being envenomed. You’re going to feed, succubus, and feed well.”

She bit her lip, wondering if there was any play at all for her to make. “Then tell me what
you
want.”

Control.

Will needed for this to be different from the sex he’d known with Ruelle, and craved for it to be different from the sex he’d had as a beast.

“The succubus would like to know how I’d have this?” he sneered, still surprised she hadn’t sunk her claws into him yet. “Why? So you can deny me what I truly crave?”

He was close enough to spy the swells of her breasts beneath that damnable red robe. Close enough that her breaths ghosted over his chest.

—
Claim her. Provide.
—

He was bloody about to!

She gazed up at him with those big hazel eyes. “Just tell me.”

Why no’?
He was just drunk enough to be honest. “I want to kiss you till your lips bruise beneath mine. I want to swat your plump arse, simply because you belong to me and I can.”

She swallowed and her nipples stiffened even more against her robe.

He peered hard at them, giving a harsh laugh. “And because I know you’ll get off on it. I want you to come a dozen times, but only when I allow it.” He reached forward to clamp her nape. “When I look down on you as I mount your little body, I want to know that you’re as desperate to receive my cock as I am to give it to you.”

Her lips parted, her lids going heavy.

“I want to say filthy words in your ear, because it gets me hard”—he tightened his grip on her—“and because it’s a tool for me to use, like a third hand with which to pet you.”

She’d begun panting, her breasts rising and falling so temptingly. Her nipples now
strained
against the silk. Yet her hands still remained by her sides.

Could
this be different from before? Because Chloe was different? He shook his head hard, now wishing for clarity. “I want total control of this situation, total domination of you, until my beast wrests it from my claws.”
And in exchange, I’ll be giving you one-third of my soul.
“I want you on that bed, awaiting my touch.” Now that he’d spelled out his wishes, imagining every one, nothing less would do. He’d feed her, on his own terms. “Have we an understanding?”

She shook her head.

Denying him! He dropped his hand with a growl. Why should he be surprised?

“I’d like my lips bruised from your kiss,” she began, “and I want you to come as many times as I do. Because that’s only fair. Right now, for some
reason, the idea of you spanking me turns me on—as much as the neolithic idea of belonging to you. So I’d love for you to demonstrate what the hell that’s all about. And I’m asking you to use every filthy word you can think of, but stop calling me succubus.”

She climbed on the bed—awaiting his touch?

“Chloe?” His voice broke lower.

She removed her robe. Gods, her body took his breath away. She was thinner, but still so lovely. All curves and sweet hollows.

Yes, mayhap he’d find peace inside her.

When she was completely naked before him, she lifted her chin, as if daring him to come take her fire. “I’m waiting.” Then she lay back, reaching out her arms for him.

His heart seemed to stop.
And
this
is why she’s my mate.
In a daze, he joined her, passing the point of no return.

—
Claim her. Provide!
—

Nothing could keep him from doing both. Their fates were sealed.

THIRTY-FOUR

Lying beside her, MacRieve buried his fingers in her hair, holding her steady, his gaze on her mouth.

When he kissed her, he growled against her lips, “There’s my Chloe. It’s
you.
”

He sounded a shade less drunk—and relieved.

Chloe was as well. He hadn’t made her grovel, and they were in bed together. Waves of energy had begun to wash over her, like a fingertip rippling a still pool of water. Though she hadn’t forgiven or forgotten, she was happy to return his kiss.

So he needed her to give over control and let him call the plays?
Lead the way, Coach.
Everything he’d promised had excited her.

They would have sex, apparently wicked sex; but it wouldn’t
mean
anything.

Their tongues twined harder and harder until she was moaning into his mouth. His kiss was shattering. He’d wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her body captive against his, chest to chest, as he ravished her mouth.

He didn’t break that kiss until she was light-headed—and her lips were good and bruised. “MacRieve?”

His voice a rasp, he said, “It’s you, Chloe. It’s you I crave.” He gave her another whole-body squeeze, as if he wanted to feel all of her at once. As she lay beside him, his hands dipped down to knead her ass, grinding her mound against his shaft.

She could feel the blood-filled heat of it, scalding against her. “Oh, God, oh, God.” She threw her leg over his hip, wishing he’d put her beneath him, needing his weight on top of her.

“I’m goin’ tae take you tonight,” he said, his brogue thick.

“Yes, yes!”
Just keep grinding.

“And I’ll do it how I need tae.”

Just as she was puzzling over his words, she felt his big palm land across her ass.
Slap!

Her reaction shocked her. Sounds she didn’t recognize left her lips. She writhed for more, bucking against him. A cool draft of air streamed across the heated skin of her bottom, making her tremble.

He grated, “Now do you understand what the hell that’s all about?”

Somehow she found the presence of mind to cry, “Nope!”

Slap!

Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was all but levitating, dimly aware that she’d begun sucking on his neck. She tightened the leg over his hip, her foot spurring him.

But he was releasing her.

She blinked up at him. “What? Why?”

“Go tae your back. Keep your arms over your head.”

She nodded, biting her lip, wondering what he was going to do to her now.

He rose to his knees, leaning over her. His lips scorched a path from her neck toward one nipple, closing around it. When he suckled her hard, her back arched sharply. He moved to her other nipple, tormenting the peak with another harsh suck, but she loved it, grasping his head to hold him to her.

He nipped her breast. “Arms.”

She shuddered from his bite, a sexy reminder of who was driving tonight. Her arms collapsed over her head.

“Now part your legs.”

She drew her knees up and spread them, welcoming him.

He grated, “Good lass,” and knelt between them. He kissed down her belly, each thorough sweep of his lips making her hips rock. Once the backs of her thighs rested over his shoulders, he dipped his head down to nuzzle her thatch of hair.

“MacRieve!” She flooded with wetness when she realized he was inhaling her scent.

His eyes were heavy-lidded when he finally drew back. “Spread your thighs wider. Let me see what’s mine.”

She bent her knees, letting her legs fall wide.

His gaze was nearly palpable as he peered at her sex. And then . . .

He licked his gorgeous lips with such a possessive—predatory—look that she almost orgasmed at once.

When she’d spread herself in complete surrender, Will’s mouth had watered for her honey. He’d been without it for days.

He clamped her hips and licked the length of her. His sharp growl of pleasure drowned out her cries. “Woman, your taste!” With his second foray, he found her even wetter. He’d be feeding her soon, but right now she was feeding him the sweetest mead he’d ever tasted. He couldn’t lap it up quickly enough.

Between strokes of his tongue, he said, “Did you miss me licking your wet cunny? Tonguing it like this?” He delved deep.

“Oh, oh God . . . not fair . . .” She was on the brink.

Will wanted to tease her even longer, but his Instinct was tolling in his head like a bell:

—
Claim your mate.
—

His beast was already stirring. And Will felt certain his cock was about to explode.

“Going tae ready you for me, for the seed I mean tae give you.” He slipped a finger inside her, groaning when her untried sheath clenched around it. The moment seemed unreal. He was going to be inside his virgin mate. He could feel her delicate maidenhead, ready for him to claim.

He pressed his opened mouth over her clit to suck it till it throbbed between his lips.

Her hips tried to shoot up from the bed, but he kept her pinned. Her head thrashed, her drying hair streaming out over the pillow.

He wedged a second finger inside her. Brushing kisses against her swollen clit, he said, “Relax, my sweet, and open for me.” As he probed his fingers, her core stretched around them, her folds swelling in welcome.

His beast wouldn’t be denied much longer, was baying inside him to possess its female.

“Chloe, look at me.”

She cracked open her eyes.

“I’ll try tae stay in control as long as I can.” He sat up on his knees, positioning himself. “If I look into your eyes, I might be able tae remain with you longer.” He wanted to be above her like this, watching her expressions, mastering her, taking her like a man.

“And if not, I’ll be looking into your eyes while you change.” Her voice was miserable.

He had his mate in his bed, after waiting nine centuries for her, and she was miserable. Why wouldn’t she be? She was about to lose her virginity to what she believed was a monster.

With his free hand, he awkwardly brushed her hair from her forehead, trying for tenderness, having no idea how to go about it. “I’ll tell you when tae close your eyes. You need tae relax again.” He fingered her entrance harder with shallow pumps, coaxing wetness. “There. That’s it, baby. Give me more of that.”

Her face was relaxing. Her nipples tightened into stiff little berries. He
leaned down for a taste of each, earning a moan and more of her honey. It glistened on his fingers as he thrust them inside her.

When he drew his fingers from her, she gave a cry, twisting in the bed, undulating to be filled. His heart sang when she kept her arms above her head. “You’re ready, Chloe.”

Was he?