Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

lust, nearly insensible. His chest was slicked with sweat, and his entire body quaked with the need for release. He reverted to his native language, and the things he told her made it clear he didn’t think she could understand him. However, she spoke Estonian fluently.
    Oh. Had she forgotten to tell him?
    He rasped that she was his kena, his darling, that she was so precious to him. He admitted he hadn’t been able to tell her that, no matter how badly he’d needed to.
    He would die if he knew I can understand him.
    He told her he wanted her with him, only him, after this night. Just as he’d been loyal to her and would ever be. For always...
    Sebastian hadn’t had another that night in Colombia? Emotion trilled through her, making her toes curl, and she became hungrier for him—if possible—and aroused to the point of agony.
    Her fingers longed to trail down to her sex for what would be an instant release. Loyal for always? She shivered, kissing him lovingly now, breathing hot and fast. She couldn’t stop a moan—
    Immediately, he lifted his head, shaking it hard, as if to clear a haze. “ Let me free. ”
    What had brought about this abrupt change? “Bastian, this time I promise you can—”
    “Let me free, or I will find a way out of these chains.” His demeanor was becoming alarming. His eyes were narrowed and black.
    Seeing that he was serious, she leaned up. “Why? Didn’t you like what I was doing?”
    He yanked on the chains, straining, as her eyes went wide.
    She wasn’t at all certain she wanted to release the vampire she’d just been sexually tormenting. While she was naked and needing. And not when his eyes promised retaliation. “Wh-what do you want to do?” Good money said, To turn the tables.
    If she unlocked those shackles, he’d take her this very night.
    Now she felt like he was skipping a step.
    She hadn’t been prepared to have sex with him yet. Yet? Oh, gods. As if it had been a foregone conclusion. She’d only slept with men she’d trusted, and for all of Sebastian’s considerable charms, she did not trust him.
    He strained against the bonds even harder than before, but no vampire could break through those—he’d only hurt himself.
    Suddenly, she became very conscious of how much larger he was than she. His cut muscles that usually thrilled her now made her swallow with alarm. His shaft, which she’d always found so big and wondrous, daunted her.
    Everything added up to make her want to run, but when a trickle of blood slid from his wrist, she cried, “Wait!” and dove forward for the key. With trembling hands, she unlocked him—
    In an instant, he tossed her onto her back, looming over her, and began palming and fondling her between her thighs. He groaned to the ceiling to find her so wet.
    “Bastian! What’re you doing?”
    He faced her. “ It’s time. ” His voice was unrecognizable.
    “Wh-whoa, what time? Why now?”
    “You’re denying us for no reason... you want me, too.” His whole hand covered her sex possessively, rubbing. “Tell me you don’t need me inside you, and I’ll stop.” With his other hand, he grasped her breast, brushing his thumb over her jutting nipple. “Tell me.”
    She glanced away, gritting her teeth. Finally, between panting breaths, she said, “If we do this, Sebastian, there’s no making love. There’s no claiming me, like I’m lost luggage. This isn’t a promise of any kind. Just meaningless sex.” Surely he’d balk at that?
    Instead, he grated, “Agreed.”
    “Wh-what? You’re agreeing to meaningless sex?”
    “Any kind with you, Bride.” The dark look he gave her made her shiver, even before he growled, “I’m due. ”
    “So you think you’re just going to take the reins?” If he does, I’m lost.
    In answer, Sebastian knelt between her legs, shoving them apart with his knees.

    Kaderin was so beautiful, her breasts lush beneath his hands, her nipples stiff against his palms. Her sex was visibly wet, waiting to be filled, and his cock throbbed to be buried inside it.
    “Sebastian, we can’t just do this! I’m not ready—” Her words died in her throat when he slipped his finger inside her.
    “You feel ready.” He pressed a second finger in.
    When her knees fell wide in surrender, he knew he was about to have her, at last, and nothing would stop him. Not after what she’d just been doing to him—and to herself. His Bride desired him, had moaned around his shaft as she licked it desperately.