Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

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    Much less a vampire who’d coveted his queen for ages.
    “I do trust you, Leo. You’re my guy,” she murmured, gazing up at him from under her lashes. “You’re going to take care of me tonight.”
    How could her words make his chest feel tight? Make him desperate not to hurt her? “Then I can’t touch you.” He laced his fingers behind his head. “Not till I know I can get through this.”
    “You make it sound like an ordeal.”
    It will be. “Just know that you’re on your own.”
    “Fine. I can do this. How hard can it be?”
    “As fucking steel.”
    She arched a brow. “Then we’re a perfect match, ’cause I’m feeling hot as a forge right now.” Taking him in hand, she stroked unhurriedly, up and down . . . up . . . down, leaving his control ragged.
    Barely recognizing his voice, he said, “Begin this, Lizvetta. Mount me.”
    She nibbled her lip and nodded, lowering herself over him.
    When the tip of his cock met her soft, damp sex, he almost spilled against her opening. “Gods almighty, you’re tight .”
    She widened her knees, but was only able to take the head inside. “Lothaire, please . . .”
    Don’t touch her! If he clamped her hips, he’d wrench her down on his length, tearing her tender flesh. His interlocked fingers tightened until he thought bones would snap. “You’re . . . doing . . . fine.” He dropped his hands, clenching them by his sides.
    Once again, she widened her knees, but she was trapped fast. “I can’t get lower. Oh, God, I need to get lower.”
    He bit out, “And just how had you planned to take me?”
    She blinked. “I thought I’d just slide down.”
    “Then I’ll need you slick, I’ll need you dripping.” He drew back to behold her swollen breasts. Right before his eyes, a flush radiated over her supple skin, teasing him with all the places he could pierce her. “Cup your breasts to my mouth.”
    When she did, he held her gaze as he nuzzled one nipple. Closing his lips over it, he tongued the peak. . . .
    “Lothaire!” As he began to suckle, she undulated, working to impale herself.
    Agony. He felt like he would explode, seconds away from pumping into her with only the crown inside. With a groan, he pierced her nipple, a tiny prick of his fang, blood streaming to his lapping tongue. Delectable! Would he ever get enough of it?
    She screamed. In pain? No, she was arching her back. “Lothaire, suck harder .”
    He did, until the suction on her nipple was nearly holding her upright.
    When he forced himself to stop, she whimpered, hastily cupping her other breast to tempt him again. “Here.”
    He stole another taste. Against her breast, wetted from his mouth and her blood, he rasped, “Can’t take more.”
    Clutching his shoulders, she muttered, “Neither can I.” Still he hadn’t penetrated her. “You really are too big.”
    She started to crawl off him. To get away from me? His fangs grew even sharper, his instincts commanding him. . . .
    Trace her to the bed, pin her down.
    Take her blood, flood her with seed.
    He gripped her tiny waist, trapping her, just preventing his claws from digging into her skin. “Ah-ah, Lizvetta.”
    “We don’t fit!”
    “We will . I won’t let you go until I’ve claimed you.” Forgive me. His hips bucked, bouncing her on his shaft, sending her up, then sliding back down.
    “Lothaire!” Her voice was a mix of pain and desire. “Let me go!”
    “No. Because right now, you are not”—another buck of his hips—“yet”—a more forceful thrust— “mine!” he growled as he hit the top of her sex.
    With a choked cry, she dipped her head forward, her body trembling against his heaving chest.
    “Look at me. Did I hurt you?” he asked, ignoring the voices in his head, the ones clamoring, Pin her, claim her, make her understand who’ll mark her.
    Who’ll master her.
    She bit her lip, her expression grave. “It hurt some, Leo.”
    No, never hurt you! He shook himself, inwardly chanting, Endgame. Endgame. Elizabeth as my queen. Can’t frighten her.
    She’d never know the battle inside him as she began maneuvering over his shaft. He splayed his fingers across her ass, feeling her flesh move so sensuously as she tested her body, their tight fit.
    Fuck, he was throbbing inside her! No, c ontrol yourself! He gnashed his teeth, sweat dampening his skin.
    When she gave a cautious rock of her hips, they met eyes, both wondering how she’d react.
    Her lids grew heavy . . . a moan slipped from