Immortals After Dark 04 - Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night

suitors—and there were many—she’d chosen him to marry. She would’ve been a good mate and a caring mother.
    He frowned. Except that she’d told him she hadn’t wanted to have children. No matter how long he’d always looked forward to a family.
    But then she hadn’t been a bloody witch either.
    Bowe turned to his side away from Mariketa. This confusion wasn’t as racking as the constant guilt, but at least with the guilt he’d known where he stood.
    He heard Mariketa stirring and recognized that her desire was building once more. She eased to her side, then over again. Oh, bloody hell, she was not furtively grazing those sensitive breasts of hers. She hurt for what he would gladly kill to give her.
    He palmed his shaft through his jeans yet again, hissing in an agonized breath. One hundred and eighty years had passed since he’d been brought to come by another. Not ten feet from him, a trembling bundle of lust in the form of a fantasy lay aching for a male’s touch.
    How much more could he take?

23

    O verstimulation.
    Being on the cusp of immortality left a lot to be desired. Literally.
    Mari hadn’t had a pocket rocket in her bag for no reason. She’d needed the thrice-daily release it provided like an ailing person needed medicine—she might as well have had a prescription for it. And now she craved an orgasm so badly that she’d briefly considered using MacRieve.
    How could she still be attracted to him after his admission? She tried to ignore the need. Think of other things.
    She would not think about how firm his lips were or how unyielding his erection had been when it had rubbed against her ass.
    She wondered if she could work this out for herself right now, without him hearing. Two quick strokes and she’d be done. At least for a couple of hours. Maybe he was already asleep—
    “Gods, Mariketa, I need to touch you.”
    Not asleep. “Go to hell.”
    “You think I canna tell how much you need a male? You keep forgetting what I am.”
    “I know exactly what you are. And what you’re capable of.”
    He crossed to her so silently, she didn’t even know he’d moved until he lay beside her. “Let me help you.”
    “Any closer, MacRieve, and I’ll pin you to the ceiling and cackle at your expression like the witch that I am.”
    Her eyes must have changed, because he narrowed his. “This will only get worse. If you’re truly transitioning, I canna imagine how you must be feeling.”
    Pretty damned bad. And by bad she meant horny . The need was unrelenting—how she would ever get used to this she couldn’t imagine. She’d already been in love with sex even before she’d been on the verge of immortality and an eternity of superhuman lust.
    And yet she hadn’t had it— in four years . The timing of her breakup with the demon Acton had been regrettable—right at the advent of the cloak years. When she hadn’t a chance in hell of attracting another lover.
    Now she could enjoy sex once more. Now she yearned for this Lykae to stroke her.
    “If you will no’ let me pleasure you, then pleasure yourself.” She’d begun to notice that the more aroused he grew, the more pronounced his accent became.
    “Maybe I just will—if you leave.”
    “I canna leave you, no’ alone in here. Just do it. We’ve established that you’re no’ shy.”
    He was so close that she could feel the heat of his body and smell his clean masculine scent. “I know your game. You think I’ll get so lost that when you reach out, I’ll welcome your touch—”
    “I’d vow to the Lore that I would no’ touch you. It will give you what you need and me a chance to earn your trust. There’s no need for you to suffer just because you doona trust me.”
    “And what exactly would you be doing?”
    “The same.”
    “Oh,” she answered inanely. The idea of seeing him handling his thick erection until he came made rational thought leave her brain.
    “I believe I’d go to my knees if I thought it would move you in this.” His golden eyes were so intense when he gazed at her—as if there was nothing else in the world worth seeing. “Or I’d return the hand you gave me tonight.” His voice husky, he said, “Mariketa, think of how good it will feel.”
    She couldn’t seem to take her eyes from his, even when she amazed herself by skimming her hand down her front to her panties.
    His brows drew together. “ Ah, you good lass,” he rasped.
    She swallowed. “You start.”
    His hand flew to his