Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

turning again?
    In the space of one of his new heartbeats.
    When he lashed a hard stroke of his tongue against her swollen little clitoris, she sucked in a breath and arched her back sharply. How had he ever thought he could handle his own reaction? It was everything he could do not to yank out his shaft and impale her exactly where his tongue was dipping right at that moment.
    But then, there was no way he would forgo this pleasure now. He had waited for so long and already he was in love with the act. Her sexy heels were digging into his back, urging him on like spurs.
    She leaned up on her elbows to watch him, biting her bottom lip, panting, sending a shock of lust through him. She touched her own breasts, strumming her nipples as if for him. How did she know he was enthralled with her pink nipples and plump, soft breasts? For her to play with them... ?
    “Bastian!” she cried. “I’m so close... ”
    No, not yet! Shouldn’t have taken her with my fingers. She’d have lasted longer. I could have had my mouth on her longer. But she threw back her head, arching with her nipples tight and pointing, and he couldn’t stop himself from licking her madly.
    She moaned as she began coming, and his eyes closed with pleasure, as it went on and on. Her lithe body shuddered against him and her cries filled his ears.
    Once she’d finished, she pushed at his head to close her knees, when all he wanted to do was taste her orgasm. No, damn it, he was going to have more of this. Had to. “I’m not done yet,” he growled, not recognizing his own voice.
    Her eyes widened when he scooped her up and carried her to the bed in the back, tossing her down. The room had a panorama of small windows, and all around her, he could see lightning striking in the background. Sebastian was in a plane—actually flying—and he could not give a damn.
    When he moved her bodily so he could lie between her legs, she said, “Bastian, I-I can’t... not so soon.”
    She pushed at him when he spread her legs wide once more, but he yanked her arms to her sides and clutched her wrists, capturing her in place.
    “ Spread your legs, ” he ordered in a tone that dared her to deny him.
    She did with a whimper, knowing what was to come. He set back in, more aggressive, emboldened at how he’d made her come already, at how she’d given off lightning. He’d worried that he would be awful at this, that she would yawn with boredom. But she’d made it so easy with her moans and cries, letting him know exactly how she liked to be kissed.
    When he decided to try suckling her clitoris, she moaned with abandon, head thrashing on the pillow, making him grind his cock into the mattress in agony. Her legs fell wide again in total surrender, and light exploded outside; the plane shook as she rolled her hips to his waiting tongue.
    “Yes... yes... yes,” she cried, panting, writhing. She screamed—loudly—when she came, and though he held her wrists, her claws dug down and shredded the sheets.
    He devoured her until he’d wrung every last whimper from her. Then he kissed her silky thighs where he’d squeezed too hard, wanting to soothe her even as he ached.
    “Bastian?” she murmured.
    He finally pulled himself away and rose to sit back on his haunches, not bothering to hide his amazement. She appeared to share the feeling. “Well”—she had to swallow before continuing—“you’re, uh, certainly no slouch in that department.”
    Sebastian was proud and relieved. Very relieved. But now he would have to leave her. He had a cock full of seed that would not be denied. And he’d promised her he’d do no more than touch her. Even in the unlikely event that she wanted to make love to him, he didn’t want her to in exchange for anything—
    “Bastian,” she purred. “I want to touch you.”
    He shook his head. “I told you I wouldn’t.” But when she reached out her soft palm, his hips shot forward, seemingly of their own accord, to place his cock at her disposal.
    By the time he’d gathered the will to think about denying her, she’d already undone his jeans.
    In a throaty whisper, she asked, “Do you think I could let that go unrewarded?”

    Kaderin grasped his shaft, pulling it free. Her eyes widened at her first sight.
    Gods, he was glorious. The crown was glistening, the shaft so thick as it pulsed and throbbed in her palm.
    She glanced up to find his face flushed as he looked down to where she held him. When she caught his darkened