Immortals After Dark 04 - Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night

stopping this. She’d signed on for the full experience. This step was her due.
    He placed his mouth between her neck and her shoulder and growled loudly against her, alarming her, yet thrilling her. She felt his strong tongue lick her there—
    Fangs pierced the skin. She screamed with pain, and with shock because a violent orgasm raged through her. In total abandon, she arched her back beneath him, spreading her knees and mindlessly writhing her hips for more.
    Even as he continued plunging between her legs, he didn’t withdraw his fangs, seeming unwilling to release her now that he had her like this.
    Just when she didn’t think she could take any more, she felt his entire body tense over hers. He snarled brutally against her skin, then came in a forceful, searing wave, pumping on and on.
    He finally released his hold and collapsed over her, still slowly thrusting, as though savoring their mingled wetness.
    “ Never lettin’ you go. ”

    “I need... to rest, Bowen.” Late into that night, her body was sore, utterly spent. “I’m not strong enough for this hour after hour. Please, just a little rest... ”
    “Sleep.” Without withdrawing, he moved them on their sides, with him spooning her. Still inside her, he reached his hand around to cup between her legs, pulling her close and holding her sex. Possessively.
    Through heavy-lidded eyes, she saw vines growing over her. Witch, nature, good . Just as she relaxed, she felt him tense beside her, dragging her even closer, throwing his leg over hers protectively. He leaned up to scent the vines, hesitating. But he didn’t move her, and his close hold on her meant he was enveloped as well.
    About to drift off, she whispered, “It’s okay, Bowen.” And he allowed it.
    When she woke it was still dark, yet the vines were gone, as were the scrapes at her knees and her palms and the aches in her muscles. Bowen was stretching his body over hers, holding himself up on his elbows. She saw the image of the beast was beginning to fade, the pale blue of his eyes just starting to darken.
    Cradling her face with both his big hands, he gazed down at her with such questioning emotion, she felt her eyes water in answer.
    He pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, her eyelids, her nose. If she’d seen the beast in a frenzy of lust earlier, now she was seeing it praising its mate for sating him.
    Then his gaze flickered over her neck. She’d caught him looking at his bite throughout the night, appearing both proud and relieved to have it on her. “Your skin’s healed. But the mark remains.” His voice was returning to normal—yet she’d gotten kind of used to his beastly voice and raspy murmurs and was glad she’d hear them at her ear next month.
    She frowned. Was she going to be with him for that long?
    “Claimed you forever.”
    Well, at least one of them believed so. And who knew what would happen between them? He’d pushed her to new heights, demanding her body do things she’d never known it could. The affection she’d begun to feel for him surged strong within her.
    Who knew what could happen?
    “Need you again, ’fore dawn.”
    When she nodded eagerly, he reached down between them to grip his shaft, positioning it. At that contact, he threw his head back and she arched up to him, as if it were their first time joining. When he flexed his hips, gradually sinking into her almost to the hilt, he grated, “Canna get enough o’ you.”
    Slowing the furious pace of the night, he lowered himself to his elbows once more, easing down until their skin just touched. As he kissed her, he languidly moved over her, with a skilled rolling of his hips that fed his shaft into her just as his body pressed forward to plunge it so deep. Never speeding up his rhythm, he did this again and again until she was panting. Against his lips, she cried, “Bowen... ”
    “I know my female’s tone,” he rasped. Even when she could feel how swollen he was and knew he was on the verge, he gnashed his teeth, continuing the measured thrusts for her until she climaxed. With a scream into the night, she arched her back, squeezing her legs around his waist.
    “Givin’ me... so much !” He yelled out as his body tensed, motionless, before he bucked uncontrollably between her thighs. As she smiled from the rapturous feel of his heat pouring into her, he groaned in her ear... “ Mariah! ”

43

    B owe woke to find his arms empty of warm, curvy witch. This displeased him.
    When he