Immortals After Dark 04 - Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night

truly was in a contest for the right to have you, I’d have bitten his goddamned throat free, then laid it at your feet in offer!”
    Her lips parted. She thought she’d just caught a glimpse of the inner workings of how a Lykae male thought.
    And she... liked it.
    He was breathing hard, with that muscled chest heaving. His eyes were still that lightest blue color, and were locked on her as if she was his most coveted possession—and one he’d feared losing.
    MacRieve was fresh from the fight. Yes, at the assembly she’d realized she could watch him for hours, but now, she admitted that night had been when she’d first recognized how much she desired this Lykae.
    That night she hadn’t been able to kiss him as she’d desired, or stroke his powerful body.
    Yet now...
    Ferocity, the intensity . She’d craved it, always had—even before this uncontrollable, immortal need had begun to consume her. Want it... want him.
    Her expression must have betrayed her hunger. His brows drew together, and he grated, “ Mariketa? ”
    Her hand shot up and cupped the back of his neck, tugging him down so she could kiss him.
    Obviously shocked, he stilled for a moment. Then, with a groan, he released his clenching hold on her arms. His hands landed heavily on her ass, kneading as if he’d only been awaiting a chance to feel her like that. Against her mouth, he rasped, “ Lusty witch .”
    “Kiss me really hard, MacRieve, like you mean it.”
    “Lusty and demanding. Gods, how you please me.” He did kiss her then, slanting his lips over hers, slipping his tongue between them to sweep it against her own. Hot... wet... hard. She could do nothing but mindlessly meet him.
    His big palms on her ass rocked her up to him, forcing her against his rigid shaft.
    She was in heaven...
    Yet he broke away. Between breaths, he grated, “I doona share what’s mine. No other males. Only me. It’ll only be me for you.”
    She blinked open her eyes, becoming aware that at some point he’d begun holding her upright—her legs had given way under his kiss. Then she frowned. “And what about you?” she asked, trying to keep her wits about her when he began greedily kissing and licking her neck. “Telling me you’re the only one for me—when you plan on ditching me for another female at the earliest opportunity?” With every word, her resentment grew.
    He drew back and met her eyes. “I canna say for certain that I would now.”
    “Oh, because you think I’m about to give it up?”
    He swallowed, then rasped, “ Are you, then? ”
    She glared. Then her gaze flickered over his gorgeous face and muscle-packed body. She was so hungry for him. But she couldn’t get past being passed up, which meant she couldn’t enjoy his ferocity, which meant she was now furious. Her desire was thwarted again, blazing out of control, yet it remained fixated on a totally undeserving male.
    “Mariketa, I doona know that I could part from you... for even as long as it’d take to go back.” As if shocked by the realization, he murmured to himself, “It’s true.”
    Good enough! “Okay, I’ll give you props for that.” She raised her face to snare another deep taste of him. Between kisses, she breathlessly said, “This is good bullshit—and it’s working ! Kiss me more!”
    But he cupped her face, holding her away. “ No’ bullshite.”
    She blinked at him. She was burning for him and he was going to get chatty? “I’m not in a cave with you again for your scintillating conversation. Put up or shut up, Scot.”
    He raised his brows. “Wicked little witch.” His brogue was so thick it gave her shivers. “I’ll make you eat those words.” He yanked off his ripped shirt and tossed it to the ground. With one hand cupping her between her legs from behind, he lifted her and set her on his shirt on the sand. “Sit that pretty arse down right here, and I’ll give you what you’re wantin’.”

30

    W hen Bowe yanked the triangles of her suit to the sides, she leaned up on her elbows. With heavy-lidded gray eyes, she watched as he bared her luscious breasts.
    At the sight of her nipples, his cock pulsed, about to rip through his jeans. “I’m going tae suckle you so hard you’ll feel me for the rest of the day. Do you want me tae?”
    He groaned when she arched her back and fisted her wee hands in his hair to pull him down to one of her breasts. Sucking the peak in bliss, he felt it stiffen and bud under his tongue. As he moved to the