Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

her eyes widening with delightful fear. . . .

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    E llie’s hands flew to the vampire’s chest as his mouth descended to her neck. “What is wrong with you?”
    “This body belongs to me now! It will never be touched by another.” Against her skin, he grated, “Damn you, allow Saroya to rise!” His lips parted, and his tongue flicked out.
    “Oh! I-I can’t—she’s not even trying.” Is he gonna drink from me again?
    His skin was warmer than it’d been earlier, growing hotter and hotter beneath her fingers.
    Another wicked lick on her neck sent shivers coursing through her. Ellie’s nipples tightened into sensitive points, her breasts swelling.
    “You’re in need of my touch. Fade back and make her come to me,” he commanded, his voice gravelly. “I’ll pleasure this body, and then you’ll be relieved of this ache when you wake.”
    “I don’t know how to fade back,” she cried, her accent growing thicker. He was kissing her neck so greedily, not biting, but still with an urgent hunger. “Oh, God, I can’t think when you’re doin’ that .” Had she moaned the last?
    She must have, because he broke away from her, gazing down to gauge her reaction. She was panting, eyes focused on his sexy mouth, those lips.
    He unfastened the button on her slacks. “You hate me . . .”
    She gulped with fear. And anticipation.
    “. . . but you’ll still let me do whatever I want to you.” He pinched her zipper, rasping words in Russian to her as he slowly began to tug it down.
    “I-I hate you more than anything! But that—that mouth of yourn feels so good . You probably got some kind of unnatural vampire control over me.” Something had to explain this animal craving she felt for him.
    When he spread her slacks open and fingered the lace on her silk panties with a groan, Ellie bit her bottom lip, struggling to keep her eyes open. Would his fingers continue to dip down, discovering her wetness . . . ?
    How much more could he control? Her life, her future, and now her desires? She was suffering from temporary insanity, understandable considering everything she’d been through.
    Everything he had put her through.
    At the thought, she hated him all over again. Ellie gave a hard shake of her head, then met his fiery eyes. “No, I won’t let you do whatever you want.” She grabbed his wrist, pulling his ever-descending hand from her panties. “Because I do not want you, will never want you.”
    A muscle ticked in his jaw.
    She didn’t know if he was going to kiss her more—or kill her.
    He turned and punched the kitchen wall, sending up a plume of
plaster. “As if I want you—I detest you so much it burns! And I can’t
kill you!”
    “Yet.”
    He swung his gaze on her. “Not yet. But soon.” He vanished, reappearing seconds later, completely dressed.
    His broad chest was still heaving under a dark gray sweater of some fine material, probably cashmere or something expensive. Whatever it was fitted over his muscles like a second skin. His black slacks were obviously tailored for him. He wore a sword belt and sword.
    Staggeringly handsome.
    “We’re going for a jaunt.”
    A chance to escape? “Where?”
    “To see a hag.”

    Lothaire traced Elizabeth inside a seaside shack at the edge of a solitary beach on the Outer Banks.
    He needed an emergency meeting with his oracle, a fey female known as the Hag in the Basement.
    “Where are we?” Elizabeth whispered. “You said your enemies would find me outside of the apartment!”
    “Not here. Her protections are identical to mine.” Elizabeth would be safe enough. Besides, he had no choice but to consult with Hag—his mind was growing more disordered.
    Dangerously so.
    Moments ago, he’d decided to yank Elizabeth’s pants to her ankles, then bend her over the table to fuck her right there. He’d briefly thought that a brilliant idea.
    Making her moan my name before I allow her to come, plunging into her tight heat, feeling her grow slick around me . . .
    No, no! Focus! Aside from the fact that he awaited Saroya’s rising this very night, he could kill Elizabeth. If he lost control, pounding into her with all his strength . . .
    His nostrils flared and his fists clenched. Bloodlust warred with sexual need. He’d already come close to piercing her this morning.
    Hag could help him find focus, could help him sort through his memories—so he could get rid of Elizabeth as soon as possible.
    The oracle was the one person he even marginally