Immortals After Dark 09 - Pleasure of a Dark Prince

sweat. Though his eyes were frenzied, he somehow held his shaft still within her, even as his claws raked down the stone on each side of her body, slicing the vines.
    When the leaves fell away, she saw symbols carved on the face of the stone. Symbols? The rock was long, flat, waist high….
    Not just a rock.
An altar.
Lightning exploded.
    “No, no!”
Tears filled her eyes, then tracked down her cheeks. “I can’t….” She struggled, shoving against him.
We’re on an altar.
    Still inside her, MacRieve cupped her face. In that beastly voice, he rasped, “Whatever you fear… whatever you’ve known… this is different.”
    She couldn’t imagine what this effort was costing him—to defy the Instinct screaming inside him, to patiently speak to her when the beast was ravening within.
    “Lousha, we’re different together… come back… tae me.”
    “No, you don’t understand!”
    He pulled her up to his chest, clutching her against him. “Wanted you for months… been obsessed with you… but now…”
    “N-now what?”
    At her ear, the beast rumbled, “Now you’ve taken… the heart from my chest.”
    At that, she gave a little sob. “MacRieve,” she whispered.
    He’d brought her back to the present, but she still trembled in his arms—it tore at him, even as he had to clench his jaw, grappling with the drives inside him. He had to ignore how her soft breasts rubbed his chest, her dusky pink nipples rigid and damp against him. Her sheath squeezed like a fist, taunting his throbbing cock to thrust. Gods, he needed to plunge hard into his mate!
    But her fear… he could scent it.
    “Ride me.”
    “Wh-what?” She frowned when he gripped the curves of her arse, holding himself within her as he turned to his back.
    Once she straddled him, her hands flew to his shoulders, her wee claws digging in, her dark eyes wide with surprise. But when he rubbed the pad of his finger over her clitoris again, her sex clenched around him and she murmured, “That feels so
good
.”
    “Need you tae… ride me.”
    After a hesitation, she gave a shaky nod. “Sh-show me?”
    He clasped her hips to guide her, easing her body forward until her breasts bobbed just above his hungry mouth. Then he worked her back down. Forward and back…
    When she took over, he knew she was his.
This will happen. At last, I’m claiming my mate. My Lousha.
    Each time she rocked over him, one of her nipples dragged across his waiting tongue. The fear in her disappeared—her eyes grew silvery and wicked as she rode him for her pleasure.
    Lightning struck as her long hair lashed over her breasts and face. Rain misted her skin as she panted.
    So beautiful. Mine.
And he needed
more
. “Harder,” he bit out.
Need to mark her neck… claim her forever.
“Ride me harder!”
    She arched backward, hands behind her on his thighs, her hair sweeping over his legs. Breasts jutting to the sky, she frantically ground on his cock.
    “Lousha!
Canna last.” As she continued to whip her hips in his lap, he rose up to meet her gaze.
    With her eyes half-lidded and her voice a sultry purr, she asked, “Are you going to mark me?”
    “The ever livin’ hell out o’ you,” he growled. “Right as you’re about tae come on me.” Seizing her arse with both hands, he shoved her down on his cock just as he bucked upward.
    “Ah, gods! MacRieve!” Her breasts bounced against him. “You’re making me…”
    She was already there? Gritting his teeth to keep his seed, he thrust up again, harder. The stone beneath him began to fracture.
    “I’m… I’m…”
    Eyes fixed on her neck, he leaned in, licking her, lulling… As he shoved up into her slick heat, he bit her flesh in a frenzy.
    Claiming her… marking her… His eyes rolled back in his head as she cried,
“Coming!”
    Desperate to feel it, he snarled into the bite, plunging her up and down.
Harder… harder.
As the stone cracked, she screamed with pleasure, her sheath contracting, milking him, demanding.
    He followed her, ejaculating inside her with a broken yell against her skin, mindlessly pumping wave after searing wave.
    She sagged against him, gasping, “It’s so
hot
….”
    After-shudders. Arms wrapped around each other. Hearts thundering.
    He reluctantly released his bite, but he remained aching and stiff inside her, still needing to drive into her. So he dragged her to the ground with him.
    Just before he took her on her hands and knees, she gazed back at the rock they’d broken