Immortals After Dark 09 - Pleasure of a Dark Prince

have happened if she’d made different choices, if she could have enjoyed a night with a virile male, with no repercussions. The only thing between them was her past, her shameful past.
    And her blighted future.
    If the Scot was disgusted by her vow of chastity, how would he react when he knew she’d bedded the devil?
    She was lying in the dark, peering at the cabin’s new fist-sized porthole, when MacRieve returned, soaked through. Without a word, he grabbed a shaving kit out of his bag, then headed for the shower.
    Shaving? And he took my bow with him?
    When he exited ten minutes later, he wore nothing but a towel and his cuff. His face was smooth, now clean shaven. He set her bow case by the cabin door, then shook out his hair—wolflike.
    Dear gods, the man was fine. His damp skin was tan, his chest muscular perfection, with golden hair on the center. She wanted to rub her face against it.
    At the mere sight of him like this, her exhaustion began to fade, her traitorous body readying against her will. She dug her curling claws into her palms and furtively clenched her thighs.
    “My path is clear to me,” he said, his expression inscrutable.
    “You’ll leave?”
    “Nay, beauty. Was thinking.” He sat at the edge of the bed. “You weren’t completely
chaste
in the bayou that first night. So I figure we can do whatever we did then.”
    “Whatever we did?”
    “You can still be chaste, just no’ have intercourse. That’s why you stopped me in the swamp—if I had no’ tried to take you, I’ll bet you would’ve let me continue to my own end.”
    Her lips parted. “No, you can’t know that.”
    “You said you will no’ take a male into your body. Does no’ mean I canna suckle and stroke you. Does no’ mean you canna do the same to me.”
    “We’ll lose control.” He could seduce her—she would surrender to that wild recklessness inside her. “You’ll try to get me to do more.”
    “Will no’. I’ll wait until you tell me you’re ready. You’ll have to tell me you want me.”
    She hesitated. “I might get… caught up and say something I’ll regret.”
    “Then you’d have to say it when we are
no’
in bed.”
    He was getting
that
look in his eyes. Her heart beganracing, drowning out any lingering fatigue. Before her mind shut down, she needed to extract a vow from him. “No matter what happened. No matter what I said. Or did?”
    “I’d never do anything you dinna want. Why I got this cuff from the bluidy witches.”
    “I mean it! You would vow to the Lore?”
    “Aye, I vow it,” he said. “Are we agreed?”
    “I don’t…” She trailed off, staring up at his mesmerizing gaze. What woman could turn away a male who looked at her like this? At length, she gave a shaky nod.
    He wasted no time reaching for her clothes. “Let’s take this off you.” He pulled her halter top over her head, seeming to go speechless at the sight of her dark red bra. She hadn’t chosen red because she’d known he’d see it tonight—truthfully, almost all her lingerie was now scarlet and crimson.
    She must’ve been unconsciously buying them. For him…
    He pressed her back on the bed, then removed his towel. Out of habit, she averted her gaze, but everywhere else on his body was titillating too. She wanted to sigh at those thick muscular thighs, dusted with more golden hair.
    As he eased his towering, naked frame down beside her, he began slowly undressing her with grazing kisses. When he bared her breasts, his lips were only inches away from one of her nipples. They hardened for him, budding before his eyes.
    He flashed her a wolfy, dangerous look, knowing hiseffect on her. “They want to be sucked.” He leaned down and wrapped his lips around one, flicking his tongue all over it. She helplessly arched up, gasping with pleasure as it pebbled in his mouth. Her gasp turned to a moan when he suckled her, hard, again and again.
    Once he moved to her other nipple, he left the first one achy and damp. Dimly, she was aware that he’d continued stripping her but hadn’t acknowledged she was naked in a bed with him until he reared back on his knees.
    Raking his gaze over her, his voice a deep rumble, he said, “Look at you. You make my mouth water.” His rigid penis pulsed, and a shining drop beaded the broad crown.
    He began skimming his hand down her belly, but once he reached her sex, she stiffened. She couldn’t help it, even after his suckling had made her body boneless with