Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

back?”
    Can’t lie. “I’ll give you everything I can.”
    At his words, her gaze locked on his neck, on the vein pulsing there.
    “You want more blood?”
    She glanced away, but not before her tongue darted to her lip.
    “Never be ashamed of your thirst. We hold it sacred. Look at me, and tell me you want more.”
    She slanted her gaze up at him. “God help me . . . I-I do.”
    “Right now, my blood flows strong to one place on my body.”
    Her eyes widened with realization.
    Before she could protest, he had them in the bed. “Lie back, then.” When she hesitantly did, he rose up on his knees beside her head. Fisting his shaft, he told her, “Sink your beautiful fangs into me here.” He could tell she wanted to, knew she could hear his blood coursing there. “Drink, Elizabeth.”
    She stared at it covetously. “But I’ll hurt you.”
    He cupped the back of her head, pulling her up to him until her lips pressed against it. “Drink.”
    Take from her . Hadn’t he always had that thought during sex? Tonight, he thought, Give everything to her. . . .
    With a lost moan, she covered his flesh with savoring licks, easing down to nuzzle his sac, then back to his shaft. But she wouldn’t bite.
    Instead, she whispered his name, smoothing loving kisses along his length, caressing her face against it . . . cherishing him.
    He tenderly tucked her hair behind her ear, wanting her to continue doing this forever—even as he was desperate for her to bite.
    To tempt her, he ran a claw along the side of his shaft, drawing a line of blood. “Lizvetta, love . . . take!”

    Ellie’s gaze was transfixed by the crimson drops beading the top of Lothaire’s erection. A cry escaped her when her fangs dipped, seeming to swell inside her mouth.
    “I will be anything you need.” Had his accent ever been so thick? “Taste me!” His big hand covered one of her hips, his claws digging into her skin. He was more forceful with her now, more animalistic.
    Though his aggression called to her, summoning an answering wildness within her, she shook her head. “Lothaire, I can’t hurt you!”
    “Do your fangs ache?”
    “Oh, God, yes!”
    “You need to sink them into flesh. My flesh. The pain will only get worse.”
    Gazing up at him for courage, she parted her lips.
    “Yes, Bride, feed. . . .”
    She darted her tongue to the stream; with the first contact, a delirious moan escaped her.
    His blood seared her, seeming to leap to her tongue, bringing that sense of homecoming, of rightness .
    At once, thirst and arousal suffused her. Unbearable.
    He hissed in a breath. “You must bite. . . .”
    Before she’d even made a conscious decision, her fangs began sinking into the side of his thick erection.
    She pierced his flesh; her eyes rolled back in her head.
    “Gods, yes!” he roared, his back bowing.
    Undeniable. As Lothaire’s delicious blood drenched her tongue, his mighty heart thundered in her ears, a drumbeat to his groans of ecstasy. “Suck, Lizvetta, until you can’t anymore. I’m strong for you .”
    She did, drawing a rich, sultry rush from him. She felt as if she’d waited her entire life to drink like this. With each swallow, her breasts and sex swelled, her nipples jutting wantonly. She was aflame, her body seeming to throb with each beat of her heart—or of his?
    Lothaire’s blood was affecting her in ways she couldn’t understand. She felt more alive than ever before, but her emotions were out of control.
    One moment she thought she’d cry, the next, laugh hysterically. She sucked harder.
    “Don’t stop, don’t release your fangs.” Easing onto his back, he rasped, “Must kiss you in turn.”
    She kept him under her bite as he maneuvered her body to his side. “Scream, Lizvetta, scream for me.” When he burrowed his head between her legs, pressing his opened mouth to her, she did scream.
    “Ah! Keep feeding ,” he commanded her with a lash of his tongue, “and I’ll reward you.”
    Dimly, she remembered the last time he’d said that. She wanted her reward, wouldn’t stop her suck until he pried her away.
    He thrashed with pleasure when she kneaded her claws into his torso, drawing with greedy pulls. And then he covered her clitoris with his mouth, suckling her.
    Rapture. Never take this away from me. She sank her claws into his ass. Never want this to end.
    When he growled against her flesh, the vibrations pleasured her even more. About to come. To orgasm as she never had before.
    His