Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

and leg too hard, as if he were holding on for dear life. Yet still he seemed on the verge of leaving her. She delved to read his mind, but demons could deflect her probes. She only heard his stray thoughts, and only because they were so strong.
    - "Been so long without a woman . . . can't have her . . . responsibilities." -
    Exactly how long had he been celibate? And was this brute truly thinking to deny her? For responsibilities! The rejection was intriguing.
    She knew that demon males loved to have their horns touched, relished having their females steering them sexually. His had straightened and become duskier with his arousal, so she raised her hands and wrapped her fingers around them.
    He shuddered as if in ecstasy.
    "Kiss me, demon." She gave a firm tug to lead him down to her, and he finally bowed his head. When their lips met, he groaned from deep in his chest.
    -". . . connection with her, maybe the connection." -
    Yes, already he sensed what she was to him. Now he'll
    come to heel.
    He began taking her mouth, twining his tongue against hers slowly. She got the impression that he was endeavoring to be gentle for her. He probably feared he'd scare her off. But when she met his tongue and gave it teasing laps with her own, his hands landed hard on her ass to rock her against his sizable erection.
    So the rumors about demon males weren't exagger-
    ated.
    When she felt him subtly thrusting that shaft against her, she thought, This is better. Once males got to this state, they ceased to think.
    As she relaxed somewhat, she began to find his kiss enjoyable. He tasted good, his lips were firm, and he knew how to use them. More of his delving kisses, more squeezing and exploring her body.
    But when heavily aroused, Sabine unwittingly cast illusions of fire. If he saw them, he could guess her identity. Just when she began to worry that her reaction to him might get that intense, he broke away from her.
    "I . . . can't do this now. I have to meet someone. Much rides on this."
    Was he serious? "Make love to me," she whispered, now sidling closer to him. "Here. Under this tree, in the moonlight. I'm aching for you." And that might actually be true.
    "No. I have obligations." His voice was rough, his thoughts in turmoil, blasting past his own blocks.
    -". . . she's so lush . . . cock's throbbing for her . . . horns straightening . . . No! The kingdom's needs always come before the king's." -

    Yes, Rydstrom was supposed to be patient and wise. Apparently, she could add selfless to that list.
    When he backed away, her lips parted in wonderment. He's going to deny me. She'd offered up her body, all but begged him to take it, and he'd declined.
    How surprising. The only thing Sabine loved as much as a good juicy plot was a surprise.
    He'd resisted her-his own female. "Then you leave me no choice, Rydstrom."
    Just when he frowned, no doubt wondering how she knew his name, she began withdrawing her illusion. The road and the moonlit night gradually disappeared, revealing the sealed and locked cell. As he twisted around, his eyes narrowed with recognition.
    "You're Omort and Groot's sister, Sabine, the Queen of Illusions."
    "Very good, Rydstrom."
    The brows-drawn look of desire from before vanished'. Now he appeared disgusted with her.
    "Show me your real form."
    "This is." She smoothed her palms over her breasts and lower. "I'm so pleased by how much it arouses you." But it hadn't enough. . . .
    Clearly struggling to control his temper, he asked, "Why have you done this to me, Sabine?"
    She motioned toward the bed now revealed in the center of the cell-the one with chains at the head and foot. "Isn't it obvious?"
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    No, it's not obvious." Rydstrom glanced from the bed back to the sorceress before him.
    Thoughts ran riot in his mind-suspicions arose and were dismissed. A bed and chains. She'd failed to seduce him to willingly bed her. Was she now intent on taking what she'd wanted?
    When he felt a confusing surge of lust at the idea, he realized she must already be enthralling him. Of course she was. He'd seen the road disappear, had seen the bridge abutment move. She had unthinkable power, and for some reason she'd targeted him.
    He surveyed the dimly lit space. She'd lured him directly into a large dungeon cell. And one he recognized, because he'd kept prisoners here when he was master and king of Castle Tornin.
    She's trapped me in my own goddamned dungeon.
    When he faced her once more, she met his gaze. Her eyes were