Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

night, he groaned in bliss. Using her forefinger, she daubed the moisture, spreading it in circles on the crown. “That’s so good, baby,” he rasped. “Now, just stroke it for me.”
    She didn’t, instead continuing to explore with whispery touches when he needed fast friction. When she dipped her other hand to cup him, hefting the weight of his ballocks, he yelled out in fresh agony, hips rocking uncontrollably.
    “Wrap your fingers around it! I’ll do the rest.” He attempted to calm his tone. “If you understood the pain…”
    Taking her hand, he had her grip his shaft. “Ah! Better… ” he groaned once he could grind into her fist for relief.
    He reached down to rub her tight little clitoris. With his other hand, he kneaded her breasts, one then the other.
    She ran her face against his torso, moaning as she kissed him there. She had the sexiest moans—short, sharp, each one laden with need, making him crazed to sate her.
    I could take her… He could be fucking her in seconds. She’d let me. Though he desperately wanted inside her, he couldn’t do it. He would change, going fully demonic.
    And then he would know for certain that she was his.
    So he bucked harder, reaching farther down to cup her sex, fondling her with his whole hand. She squeezed his shaft, beginning to pump it until his hips stilled, and she took over.
    Stroking his female while being stroked. Nothing has ever been this good….
    Her eyes slid shut as she started coming again, giving him more of those maddening moans.
    His demon instinct recognized her as his own, roaring within him to claim her. As she quivered on his palm, he began to turn but fought it.
    “Holly, you’re going to make me come so hard…keep going.” His breaths heaved, his body tightening like a coil. “Keep—ah, fuck!”
    Release… He roared to the ceiling in a blinding surge of pleasure. Though he didn’t ejaculate, the orgasm continued on and on, relentless, until he had to shudder away from her grip. Falling back on the bed beside her, he stared at the ceiling in amazement. For nine hundred years, he’d been waiting to pleasure his female.
    And then to be the first to show her this…? He felt a pure masculine thrill recalling how her silvered eyes had gone wide with surprise right before she’d gone over the edge.
    At last, to have this shared experience between them—it felt destined, momentous.
    When he faced her, she said, “Cadeon, you didn’t…?”
    “Rage demons don’t ejaculate, not until we claim our fated female.”
    “So that’s what you meant by how you would know.” When he nodded, she said, “I didn’t do anything wrong?”
    “No, love.” He leaned over to nuzzle her ear. Even after his mind-numbing release, her scent had him stiffening again, his cock distending against her pale thigh. “Of course not.”
    “Very good, then.” She pulled her clothes into place, then rose with a firm nod. “That was pleasant, Cadeon.” She might as well have dusted off her hands. “I’ll just freshen up, and then we can get on the road.”
    As she sauntered into the bathroom, all he could do was blink in disbelief, lying on the bed with his damned pants at his knees. He felt…used, finally understanding how he’d made nine hundred years’ worth of females feel before.
    This feeling sucks. He snatched his jeans up. Hell, he had been used. And worse, he’d gained no overall ground with her, which angered him.
    When she returned, he tossed her back to the bed.
    “What are you—Stop this!” she cried.
    “Looks like I won the bet, poppet.” Taking her slaps, he shoved up her skirt, then yanked off her panties, stuffing them into his pocket. “I’ll be taking my prize.”

26
    C an’t get my mind off earlier,” Cadeon murmured, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
    No kidding, she thought. For the last two hours, she’d kept reliving the things he’d made her feel—and made her do.
    Twice.
    And she kept seeing the pained look on his beautiful face before he came and the way his thick flesh had pulsed as she’d stroked him. His brutal yell had given her shivers.
    Going without her panties wasn’t helping. Knowing they were in the demon’s pocket was surprisingly erotic to her. “Well, you’re going to have to try harder.”
    Just as she would. If only she weren’t so aware of him. She definitely had hypersensitivity. His scent was mouthwatering to her, lulling her to get closer to him whenever they sat near