Immortals After Dark 04 - Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night

know.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Witches believe the ‘eerie’ spells are the most powerful ones. What’s more unnerving? A charging wolf or a non-poisonous snake dropping down on the back of your neck?”
    “And you witches ponder these things?”
    “We’ve kind of had to.”
    No longer. At least not his witch.
    If Mariketa wanted to make bees sting, then that was one thing, but he would forbid the dark magicks, like the conjuring and enchantments. He would lay down the law, and by the gods, she would—
    She turned to give him her siren’s smile as she lazily trailed her finger over a boulder—a hip-high one. His heart raced, his previous thoughts unrecallable. This was truly going to happen—after twelve hundred years, he was going to claim his mate.
    Yes, tonight.

36

    B y the time they saw the first strike of lightning that night, MacRieve had completed a platform and lean-to by a stream and had hunted for Mari. Once the nightly rain started, they were fed and clean. She was cozily dressed in his shirt once more—and nothing else.
    And he’d just taken his first deep kiss from her.
    When he drew back, it took her a moment to open her eyes. She found his were flickering from amber to ice blue and were intent on her as he studied her reaction.
    She sighed, “I really like the way you kiss me.”
    “I hope you’re going tae like more than my kiss.”
    “Bowen, you won’t lose control, will you? It’s been a while for me.”
    “No, lass, I will no’. But how long’s it been?”
    “Over four years.”
    He laughed without humor. “Try one hundred and eighty.”
    Her brows drew together. “Not a single female? Not a single encounter?”
    “No’ one. Hell, I might have forgotten how tae do this.”
    “Like riding a bike, right?”
    “Let’s see, then.” He leaned forward once more to kiss her neck, flicking his tongue until she softly moaned. She found herself easing back under the firm weight of his hand as he rucked the shirt to her waist.
    Then he laid his rough palms on her inner thighs and pressed her legs open. Though she began trembling, he didn’t touch her bared sex. But his ice blue eyes were riveted to it, his growl rumbling low.
    When he licked his lips, she shivered and grew wetter, knowing what he planned. “Bowen... ” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from begging for his tongue against her. Her body yearned for it.
    He settled between her legs, kissing down her torso to nuzzle her ring. Then lower...
    When he pressed his open mouth against her sex, slipping his tongue into her folds, she arched her back in delight, threading her fingers in his hair. He gave a harsh groan against her, and his hands clenched her thighs hard, as if he’d forgotten himself.
    “Dreamed of tastin’ you,” he growled, his breaths hot against her. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she stared down at him. As he licked and teased, his brows were drawn, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was in an agony of pleasure.
    She fought the building tension, wanting this to last forever. But under his hungry kiss, she waged a losing battle.
    “Come for me, lass,” he rasped, then gently suckled her clitoris, his strong tongue flicking over it.
    She gave a cry out into the night, the deep knot of lust unfurling. As she began to come, she shot upright. Gripping his hair, she undulated her hips, rubbing her flesh against his tongue. He was snarling against her, lapping at her wildly. “ Witch... you drive me mad... ”
    When he’d wrung every last shudder from her, she had to push him away.
    As if reluctant to leave, he kissed her thighs languidly, though she could feel his hands shaking.
    “Bowen,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”
    “Anythin’,” he grated, rising up to yank off his clothes, while she lay back and stared at him in awe.

    This is actually going to happen .
    Though he was in a lather from licking that orgasm from her—and still staggered from her wanton response—he somehow controlled himself to make sure she was ready to receive him. He delved his fingers inside her tight sheath until her nails bit into his shoulders with frustration.
    At last, he allowed himself to lie in the cradle of her thighs. Again, his dazed mind thought, I’m going to claim her.
    And he was... nervous.
    He’d vowed to her that she’d never want to leave his bed, speaking with all the arrogance he’d used to possess—before he’d been celibate for nearly two centuries.
    Yet even when he