Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

Her kiss had maddened him, but the idea of her aching for what he could give her was too much to take.
    He didn’t want to hurt her, though, and he knew he’d never been this hard. He could hold on a little longer and make sure her body was ready for him.
    His fingers thrust in and out, slowly, as he played with her nipples, and soon she was as frenzied as he was. “Bastian,” she cried. “I’m ready!”
    When she tried to draw him down to her, claws biting into his shoulders, he caught her wrists above her head with one hand.
    She went wild. Cries burst from her as she arched her back sharply. He’d known taking her would be furious...
    With his other hand, he grasped his shaft to guide it in. When the tip met her heat, he bit out an agonized curse, and ran the head up and down her slick sex.
    “Please... ”
    He worked just the head in, and groaned in anguish. The urge to buck between her legs or fall into her was overwhelming. He choked out the words, “You’re so tight.” As tight as he suspected a virgin would be.
    She was panting, her soft breasts pressed against his chest as she rolled her hips on his cock head to work more of it inside her. He had to release her wrists so he could clamp his hands on her hips and pin her down to the mattress.
    He was desperate for release, for her release. He would follow her if it killed him. As he drove his length into her, inch by inch, he gritted his teeth. When he flexed his hips, plunging deeper, she cried out, and he froze. “Ah, God, I’ve hurt you.”
    As soon as he’d said it, he felt the real reason she’d cried out, and threw his head back at the shock of pleasure. She was coming—her sex contracting frantically around his shaft, gripping it like a hot fist, her body demanding what he had to give it.
    Her orgasm continued on and on, pulling him deeper inside her. He’d never imagined...
    After that, there was no denying her wet, hungry sheath. Unable to stop himself, he sank into her as far as he could go, grinding against her, yelling out, about to lose his seed right then.
    He’d never known...
    Her head thrashed on the pillow, and her sleek body twisted beneath him. Her legs tightened around his waist, locking his cock deep as she writhed, as untamed as he’d known she would be.
    The pressure... her tight heat.
    No fighting this. Pinning her down hard, he bucked uncontrollably. He gave a brutal yell as his seed came. He groaned out with each shot, over and over, relentless, as she delivered the most violent pleasure he’d ever imagined.

33
    K aderin strode down the street, barely after dawn, having just left the beautiful passed-out vampire—and the box—behind.
    She’d vacillated for an hour about whether to claim the points or not. In the end she couldn’t do it, though she’d gotten as far as lifting the box to just below her heart. She supposed that part of her anatomy had been as affected as all the rest of her after last night.
    Although she needed to get to the jetport to be ready for the next update of the scroll, she kept hesitating, distracted, replaying scenes from last night.
    After he’d reached his end, he had continued to thrust so gently, rocking over her in the dark, brushing his lips over her face. She’d known he wanted to have her again, but he’d been very pale. When his body had begun shaking, she’d suspected he hadn’t been drinking regularly. He had finally rolled over to his back, drawing her to his chest with the crook of his arm.
    Now that she and Sebastian had made love, everything felt different to her. This morning, she was seeing things in ways she couldn’t remember. Spring always imbued London with miraculous colors and scents, but she couldn’t recall the last time she’d noticed.
    She’d watched this city grow from a soggy camp to a grand metropolis. The thought made her pause. She was old. And last night also had brought into glaring relief how dissatisfied she was with her life overall. Of course, she missed her sisters, but she fully expected to retrieve them, even if she died.
    Kaderin believed that sacrifice could bring them back. How many fables—which were ninety-nine percent true—told of a warrior given a chance to make up for a grievous lack of judgment? Atonement had to be Kaderin’s ultimate fate. If she was to die, surely it wouldn’t be for nothing? Sacrifice could restore her sisters to life, and as far as destinies went, she was honored by hers.
    And besides, did she want