Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

to the man she’d seen in the storm and confusion tonight, she wouldn’t be coerced into it.
    After washing her hair, she dried off and shrugged into a pink silk robe. When she returned to the bedroom, stepping around his things, he stood.
    He’d removed his wet jacket and shirt. His chest was still damp, the muscles tense. His eyes were black once more. “Come here,” he said, and she could barely make her feet move.
    Worrying her bottom lip, she crossed to him. When she stood in front of him, he wasted no time, palming the curves of her ass under her robe, making her gasp.
    Then he languidly kissed her neck with slow licks, before dipping to her breasts. When he sucked her nipple through the silk, she moaned, and her knees went weak. But he held her firmly.
    “Bastian,” she breathed. “I want to tell you something.” Would he believe she never intended to go to bed with Gamboa?
    He drew away. “The time for talking is over. Now, do you want your trinket or not?”
    “I won’t make love to you,” she told him.
    His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “You assume that I want to make love to you?”

    She blinked up at him, clearly surprised by his words. “What if I told you that I want you to give me the prize? As a gift to your Bride? You offered once.”
    “We’re past that. I’m not a gentleman anymore. I’m not even a human. And you’re no lady.”
    When he pressed down on her shoulders, there was no mistaking what he desired. She stiffened, but he said, “Oh, no, you want your prize, then you’ll do as I wish.”
    She went to her knees before him. “Couldn’t get a nymph to do this?”
    “Why would I settle for a nymph when I have a Valkyrie at my bidding?”
    “And this is what you want?” she asked, gazing up at him.
    “Yes,” he rasped, one hand on her head, the other clutching her nape. He wanted her before him like this, to be forced to look up at him and acknowledge that he was in control. He could master her if he chose. He wanted her to taste him, to show him this pleasure.
    No, not like this.
    Where did that thought come from? When he was so goddamned close to finally knowing what this was like?
    He ground his teeth, not even able to imagine what her mouth closing over his shaft would feel like. But doubt nagged him. Lust warred with an indistinct warning deep inside him.
    The way she turned to me tonight...
    He choked out, “Stop.” He clutched her shoulders. “Get off your knees. I don’t want you to do this.” He yanked her to her feet, then strode away. “This would make you a whore. I can’t do that.”
    “How is it different from the basilisk’s egg?” she asked, her tone rising with anger.
    “Then I sought only to touch you.”
    Her eyes flashed silver. “Why do you even care if this would brand me a whore?”
    “Do you know what this is like? I know you care nothing for me, but I feel as if we’re wed. For you to have gone to another man... and let him touch you... ” He ran his hand over his face, his arousal waning quickly. “Forget it.” He tossed the box onto the bed and turned away. “You can have it.”
    “Payment on the pillow? But, Sebastian, I didn’t earn it.” Before he could trace, she said, “By the way, you arrogant ass... ”
    She sauntered to his back, trailing a finger over his shoulders, which tensed from the light touch. Lowering her voice to a breathy tone, she said, “You’ve just sacrificed the chance to experience how an immortal female worships a male with her mouth.”
    Her finger skimmed to his front as she walked around to face him. She stood on her toes, and at his ear, she murmured, “I would have given you the hottest, wettest kiss you’ve ever received. I would have spent ages taking you with my tongue.”
    Sudden sweat beaded on his forehead.
    “But now, I’ve only to thank you for saving me all those hours. ”
    He shuddered, then strode away from her with a grated sound of frustration. “Do you think this was easy to give up when it would be from you?” He felt crazed with lust. Curiosity goaded him. He threw his hands up, pacing in long strides. “Seeing you on your knees when I’ve never had—”
    “Had what?” When he said nothing, just stilled and ran his hand over the back of his neck, she asked softly, “You’ve never had that?”
    Sebastian looked away sharply, unwilling to admit it to her, and unable to deny it.

    He isn’t denying it? Kaderin’s lips parted. He’s never experienced