Immortals After Dark 01 - The Warlord Wants Forever

her clothes off in the steamy bathroom was like witnessing a gift unwrapped.

    He stood under the pounding water, his body healing at a rate he’d never imagined. He’d taken a blow from her that would’ve crippled him for days in the past, and yet he was already hard for her again. In fact, his pain had been the only thing that had kept him from covering her in the courtyard and plunging into her as she writhed from her orgasm, her eyes firing silver with pleasure. Now nothing would spare her.

    When she was completely naked, he stared at those plump breasts that had haunted him, his mouth watering at the thatch of auburn curls between her legs. What to make her do? The possibilities were endless. He could tell her to take him into her mouth and see how many times she could make his cock rise under her tongue. He could force her to beg to do it, to beg for him shoved inside her. After these last long years of agony, and now to have such a gift as this chain…

    If Wroth had a sense of humor, he might have laughed.

    He didn’t understand the chain’s power, only knew that it was absolute over her. He wasn’t one to mull over its origin. If he spent time questioning every new development in his life for the last centuries, he’d have gone mad. It was a tool he needed. Simple enough.

    He’d decided to bury the past, but tonight he’d realized she was too wild and too vicious to accept him. She’d proven she was just as his dreams told him. With this mysterious chain, could he make her a biddable wife, in his life—and in his bed?

    Earlier, he’d been very conscious of her reaction as she came. She’d rubbed her face against his cock, wanting it. In an alley, with his clothes on, having just had his manhood battered, he hadn’t been able to fully capitalize on her need. But in the shower…?

    “Join me, Bride.”

    She was compelled to, though she had an expression of disgust on her face. “You keep calling me that, but you don’t have that right. I’ve given no consent, so I think the term you’re looking for is slave.”

    His eyes narrowed as he took her tiny waist and pulled her into the water with him. “Semantics. The end’s the same. You forget that I’m from a time when men needed no consent to take what they wanted.”

    “And you forget that I lived in those times as well and was glad to get past them. I’d almost forgotten what it was like having to kill all the leeches like you when your pesky little hearts would beat for me.” She cast him a look of pure venom. “But it’s coming back to me.”

    When she bent down to wash off her knees, he crossed to sit on the marble bench at the end of the shower, watching her move. “If I weren’t a vampire and we had no history, would your body be aroused by mine?”

    She’d just stood fully to lift her face to the water. At his words, she clenched her jaw.

    “Answer me.”

    “Yes,” she grated.

    “Good. Come here. Closer.” When she’d finally sidled over, he commanded, “Kneel once more.”

    “You can’t make me do this,” she hissed even as she obeyed.

    “I’m not going to make you do anything. I will never force you to touch me or force myself upon you,” he explained while her expression turned disbelieving. “No matter how badly you’ve treated me. In fact, just to make this harder on you, I will never touch you or kiss you unless you ask me for it. This will be that much sweeter when you reach to put your hands on my cock or beg me to fuck you.”

    “Never.”

    He ignored her protest. “If at anytime in anything we do, you want to deepen the experience, for instance by climbing up here to straddle me, I give you leave.”

    “Are you off your meds?” she snapped, but he could tell she was nervous.

    He gently cupped her face with both hands, thumbing her glistening bottom lip. “Touch yourself.”

    She gasped, her hand flying to her skin as though magnetized. She stroked up and down between her breasts.

    “Lower,” he commanded. Her fingers snaked down her flat stomach though she clearly resisted the order. “Lower.”

    She twitched from the fight, but she obeyed, her fingers descending to her sex.

    “Open your knees wide and pleasure yourself as if I wasn’t here.”

    “Don’t,” she whispered, even as she spread her knees to run her delicate finger against her flesh. His cock pulsed and the head grew slick. After long moments of simply staring in awe as she began trembling and her eyes