Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

servants under her and
    Sabine's protection. Lanthe honestly believed her sister was safer with the demon than any being inside Tornin.
    And the sisters had made a pact that if anything should
    happen to one, the other would provide for and protect her Inferi.
    Omort faced her with confusion in those yellow eyes. "What are you saying to me?"
    "I can't generate a threshold for several more days." When he shot to his feet, storming toward her, she scut' tied back from him. "If you do anything to me, you'll never get Sabine back."
    "Or, I could take your power." He raised his palms, sinister heat rising above them. "And butcher your use-less body. ..."
    Sabine flailed and coughed as the demon lugged her to
    a beach.
    "It took you long enough!" She'd thought she would drown again, was sure of it, until she'd felt his hands clamping her sides.
    "I dove straight down!" Glowering at the metal as if it were to blame, he took hold of her headdress, unlocking it from her collar.
    "No!" she cried.
    But he tossed the piece over his shoulder toward the camp. Once he'd removed her choker and spun it away like a Frisbee, he clutched her ankles. Before she could react, he'd snatched her feet out from under her. When her back met the sand, he was already yanking a boot off.
    "Stop this, demon!" Fighting him was futile, but she still tried. She kicked out, aiming for his recently injured chest, connecting a couple of solid hits.

    He didn't even seem to notice them, flinging her boots away. "You're my captive. My responsibility. I'll make sure you're clean."
    After her spanking, Sabine had noticed that Ryd-
    strom had calmed, that wild look diminishing-but in no way disappearing. Now it was back full force. His very voice was altered, his language and bearing decidedly not kingly. He'd held himself rigid and aloof before. Now there was a fluidity in the way he moved.
    Glaring up at him, she said, "And I suppose I don't have any say in this?"
    He shook his head slowly, his attention already on her bustier. He stood, hauling her to her feet. With his brow furrowed in concentration, he began unlacing the intricate knots of her top, unraveling the swollen leather ties.
    He was getting aroused once more, that thick shaft rising. His movements became unhurried, as if he relished this task and didn't want it to end.
    Once he'd removed the bustier, his gaze was transfixed by her breasts, rising and falling with her hectic breaths. He seemed to give himself a shake, then worked her skirt down her sandy legs.
    "Enough!" She bucked against him again, thrashing her body, but he looped an arm around her waist to still her.
    With a slap on her still burning ass, he gave her a look of warning so menacing, she decided she might heed it. "Stand here. Do not move." He tugged down her panties and mesh hose, tossing them into a pile.
    After he'd stripped her completely, he began unbraid-ing her plaits. His countenance was fierce, but he handled her hair with infinite gentleness.
    When he'd finished, he pulled her into the water up to her knees. There he laid his hands on her shoulders,
    pressing her down to kneel, putting his jutting shaft right in front of her face.
    Just when she thought he was going to try to force her to take him with her mouth, he knelt before her.
    Once he'd rinsed the sand from her, he began invests gating her body. He traced her collarbone with those big demon hands, his eyes following his movements, then his lips. When his gaze dipped to her breasts she knew what would follow. He grazed rough palms over them, kissing her nipples with the merest brush of his lips.
    Somehow, he was being gentle with her, his caresses so out of place with the anger she could feel still seeth-ing inside him. His touches were . . . tender. Consola-tory. But did he want to console her over what he'd done-or what he was about to do?
    He scooped water over her chest, licking it from her breasts, sucking drops from the tips. He used his teeth to nip at her straining peaks, then he drew back to stare at them. His eyes were riveted on them, as if he was fascinated with this part of her.
    She cursed her body for responding once more. But she was unfulfilled from their earlier encounter, and from nights of yearning for him even before her abduc-tion. Her lids grew heavy, her earlier alarm and rancor
    ebbing.

    He ran his lips over her ear, nuzzling it as he said, "I've waited a long time for my female.
    Fifteen centu-ries, I've gone without her." He gently