Immortals After Dark
Chapter 92 : He c.o.c.ked a brow. “Smarta.s.s.” “Seriously, what’s up with the one-eighty?” He shrug

He c.o.c.ked a brow. “Smarta.s.s.”

“Seriously, what’s up with the one-eighty?”

He shrugged. “Changed my mind.”

Awww. He was skittish about such a drastic change. After countless centuries of sameness . . .

It was up to her to drag him to the finish line. She replayed his reaction in her motel room, when she’d goaded him and flashed her fangs at him. For her “defiance,” he’d shoved her against the wall, kissing her like his life depended on it.

“Changed your mind?” She nodded with understanding. “Problems with little Rune, old man? Do you know the v.i.a.g.r.a symbol?”

Eyes narrowing, he gestured at his bulging shaft. “Obviously that is not my problem.”

It’s working. “I bet Desh doesn’t need v.i.a.g.r.a. Hey, on the way back, can you drop me at Lafitte’s?”

Rune’s muscles tensed, his fangs becoming more prominent. “You’re wearing my G.o.dsd.a.m.ned blood on your skin, and you’re talking about f.u.c.king another demon?”

“You want me to be all dressed up and nowhere to go?” She pinched the hem of her dress, sliding it up her legs.

“Stop what you’re doing.” His s.e.xy ears twitched at the sound of satin skimming her hose.

“Look at these.” She exposed her black garters, adjusting them. “I won’t wear them for just anyone. But you don’t appreciate them?”

His fists clenched. “I told you to stop this.” As if he had no control of his body, he dropped to his knees in front of her, just to pet a hose-clad leg. “You’re defying me once more?”

She collected her dress hem again, drawing it even higher. “I was so busy choosing my hose and garters, I forgot panties.”

“You wouldn’t defy me if I’d marked you. You’d come to heel.”

Intense male! She brought one knee up. “Don’t you want to see where you should be?”

He inhaled deeply, his pupils blown. “You’re playing with forces you don’t understand. The demon in me . . . needs . . . to make you surrender.”

She spread herself to him. “How’s this for defiance?” She’d never felt more exposed. But dark urges gripped her. She wanted to be vulnerable, to put herself in his control.

One second he was on his knees staring; the next he’d traced atop her, pinning her down on the blanket. . . .

Like flipping a switch.

Rune had barely withstood the mouthwatering scent of her s.e.x. But to see it, to see the little shadow of her opening? His c.o.c.k throbbed to claim it. His demon half was in a lather for it.

Her defiance maddened him. Provoked every primal need in him. She’ll respect the male who masters her.

He felt demonic. Savage. Out of control.

Claim. . . . Her dress was an obstacle. He wanted her naked but for those garters. He fisted her bodice, ripping it away. She gasped as he tore the dress from her body.

He couldn’t kiss her bared t.i.ts fast enough. He wrapped his lips around a nipple, suckling hard. His teeth clicked against her piercing. Perfection.

Never releasing his suck, he tore off his own clothes, his tongue flicking when his rigid c.o.c.k met cool air.

He dimly remembered the need to prepare her. His hand shot between her thighs, cupping her possessively. Mine. He slipped a finger in, groaning against her breast.

Her p.u.s.s.y was hot, giving. He thrust his finger, f.u.c.king her with it.

“More!” She rocked her hips.

Another finger. He spread them wide inside her, opening her up for him.

“I’m ready, Rune!”

“Ready when I say you are.” He lightly bit her nipple.

She cried out, her claws raking his heated skin, spurs to a beast.

Her honey drenched his fingers, wetting his palm. Still he worked her p.u.s.s.y. He wedged a third finger inside.

She bucked to his hand. “About to come!”

He stilled his fingers. “No.”

“No? Then f.u.c.k me!”

Can’t wait any longer! He slid his fingers free. He sucked them with a snarl as she watched with those sultry eyes.

“Need you, Rune! Now.” She raised her arms and spread her thighs to welcome him.

He’d waited seven thousand years for this! On his knees, he leaned over her, aiming his c.o.c.k. He tilted his hips, and her lush wetness kissed the tip. Claim!

He yelled and thrust. The crown slipped along the plump folds of her p.u.s.s.y. “AHH!” He nearly came. “Get so wet!” He didn’t recognize the sight of his own member. Never so engorged.

He sweated, his muscles straining. His aching b.a.l.l.s tightened. It took everything in him not to fall upon her in a frenzy. He gnashed his teeth as he fought his instincts. Have to get control!

The head rubbed her swollen c.l.i.t, and she cried, “Rune, do it!” Her little fangs sharpened.

For my flesh. The demon in him roared with satisfaction. She drinks me alone. After tonight, she f.u.c.ks me alone.

His own fangs readied for her neck. About to know my mark.

For the first time in his existence, he could perceive s.e.m.e.n climbing up his shaft. It’s for her. It’s all hers. Give it to her . . . put it where it belongs.

Her head thrashed, her hair coming loose, silken strands haloing her head. He went awash in her scent.

The crown tucked against her entrance. No turning back.

Her thighs fell wide in surrender, her heart racing. Its beat spurred him as much as her claws.

Her eyes were as frantic as he felt. “Put it in.” She needed; he provided.

Emotions? He was raw. Scalded. With a bellow, he shoved home.

Pleasure seared him. Her body gloved him. “Ah, G.o.ds, YES!” A demon covering his mate.