Immortals After Dark 09 - Pleasure of a Dark Prince

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    Breaking away, he stared down at her, giving her alook—a purely masculine expression of intent—that promised he was about to do wicked things to her.
Oh, that look.
Robbing her of thought…
    “Your eyes are goin’ silvery,” he said, his accent growing thicker. “You want me, too.” Before setting in again, he commanded, “Now kiss me back.”
    Over her long lifetime, many men had tried to seduce her, but she’d easily disregarded them. What was so different about this Lykae? It was as if he knew exactly how to tap into her need, into the wildness inside her.
    That dark part of her she feared took over and
ruled
her.
This won’t be more than a kiss. I’d never let it be more than that….
    In a rush, her body flooded with desire, her breasts growing heavy.
The wildness within me. Can’t fight it…
    She was starved for this. And a bounty lay before her. Pleasure building… losing control… losing…
    Lost.
This felt so…
right.
With a moan, she surrendered.
    The Instinct was screaming inside him.
—She needs you. Aches for her male.—
    At last, she offered her lips up to his, freely, letting him in. He delved with his tongue, tasting her, drinking her in. When she kissed him back with a tentative lick, he groaned against her, squeezing her tighter to him.
    She’s yielding to me.
Garreth wanted to growl with pleasure.
I’m bringing home my woman this night
.
Into my bed, into my life.
Finally, after so long waiting for her.
    For…
Lucia
.
    With each shy lap of her tongue, she stoked his need. When their tongues began tangling in earnest, when they began sharing breaths, she gave a surprised moan into his mouth.
    Then it was as if a dam had burst, as if she, like him, had been waiting centuries for this night. She seemed to share his unimaginable need—or even suffer from it more keenly.
    He kissed her deeply, squeezing the flare of her hip and raising his other hand for one of her breasts. He hesitated just above her chest. But like a dream, she arched to his palm with a plaintive whimper, pressing her breast into his hand. Against her lips, he said, “Gods, you madden me, Lousha.” He cupped her generous, soft breasts, one, then the other, learning them.
    She trembled from his touch, crying out as he circled one of those stiff nipples with his thumb. When he bent down to close his mouth over one of her tight buds, she said, “What are you—”
    He suckled her through her shirt, and her words died in her throat, replaced by a moan. When she completely relinquished her bow and clutched the back of his head to hold him to her breast, the world seemed to fade away until all he knew was his mate—her scent, the sight of only her, the feel of her sensuous body. As he sucked her, he reached down, unfastening her leather quiver, tossing it away.
    Her arms laced around his neck, her moans growingmore frantic, mingling with his groans as he explored her.
    But then she whispered, “Not more than this. Mac-Rieve, only this…”
    “Aye, only this.”
For now.
    His assurance seemed to embolden her, melting any lingering resistance to him. She rolled over atop him, rocking her sex against his. He yearned to claim her, to mark her tender flesh so badly, but he’d never imagined a female in need of release like this. When she ground against his shaft, nearly robbing him of his seed, he hastily tucked her beneath him.
    Aggression ruled them both—each trying to get the upper hand, rolling over again and again.
    He was all for her riding him like a horse if she wanted—later. Right now he needed her hands pinned above her head, her thighs spread to cradle him, her eyes gazing up at his. So he shoved her beneath him, wedging his hips solidly between her legs.
    At last, she surrendered to him, but not before those little claws scored down his back. He threw back his head, roaring with satisfaction. She made him wild, frenzied for her. With each of her cries, he fell deeper under her spell.
How’d I ever live without this?
    But then came a trickle of unease. Never had he been so crazed for a female. He comprehended his life would never be the same if he continued tonight. A daunting thought for any male. Yet when he gazed down at her, Garreth knew he had to have her no matter what.
    With that in mind, he reached down, using his foreclaw to slice the crotch of her shorts. As he shoved the material to her waist, he clumsily fumbled his jeans to his knees.
    Her panties were black and