Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

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ging her close until her breasts pressed hard against his side. She had no other place to put her hand but on his heaving chest, above his thundering heart.
    Emotionally stunted, sexually desperate, she repeated to herself. That was the only reason she’d just screamed in abandon with the male who was bent on killing her.
    The vampire who’d bitten her lip for blood.
    After a hesitation, he rested his chin on her head. Just when she thought they were acting like normal lovers, he grabbed her wrist and shoved herhand into the wet heat of his pants. “Eager little Elizabeth. Feel what you made me do.”
    Without thought, she closed her fingers around his damp shaft, still semihard. When it pulsed in reaction, she sighed softly. The first one she’d ever held.
    She longed to see it, to kiss it. Never had she been interested in giving head, as he’d called it. But now she licked her top lip, imagining it was the swollen crown. . . .
    “If I wasn’t so spent, I’d make you clean me up.” He sounded angry, but then he leaned down to brush his lips over her ear. “With your tongue.”
    She shivered at his husky tone. As she pondered whether he was serious, and what her own reaction might be, he said, “The blood kiss didn’t bother you.”
    “I was kind of in the moment. I pleased you, didn’t I?” She gave him a squeeze, earning a growl. “Made you yell to the rafters?”
    He suddenly went tense, clutching her wrist hard. “All your effort was in vain, little pet.” He yanked her hand away. “Your pathetic attempt to garner my affections failed. You can’t compare to Saroya.”
    Without another word, he disappeared.

25
    W allowing in a human, just like my father.
    Appalled with himself, Lothaire traced into his bathroom, stripping for another shower. As the water sluiced over him, he pressed his palms against the wall, grappling for calm.
    In the throes, he’d wanted to consume Elizabeth, so frenzied he’d reverted to his native tongue.
    He’d never lost control like that, couldn’t remember ever coming so hard—as if he’d been dismantled like a puzzle, then slowly pieced back together.
    And he hadn’t even claimed her.
    He would never forget the look in her eyes when she’d grabbed his hair, yanking him close for more of that blood-drenched kiss.
    I’ll never forget coming like a fountain as my Bride orgasmed over me.
    No, no . . . she wasn’t his Bride. Being near Saroya before had primed him; Elizabeth had merely been in the right place at the right time.
    If Saroya had bothered to rise, she would have wrung that staggering ejaculation from him. Saroya would be the one intriguing the living hell out of him right now.
    Of course.
    Still, he kept replaying what had just occurred with the mortal, finding himself aroused all over again. Just moments after that kind of release?
    He scowled down at his rampant cock. This will not do .
    He’d ridiculed Elizabeth’s intentions, expecting to be amused by her inexperience. At the very least, he’d expected her to feign desire. Instead, she’d been desperate to come, working his seed from him without using her mouth or hands.
    By riding him. Wantonly. Which made him imagine her naked, riding other things. My thigh, my mouth . . .
    Elizabeth had said she’d had boyfriends enough. How many had she practiced on to be able to move like that?
    How many had been just like him, lost in her, powerless to do anything but spill beneath her? Lothaire’s fangs sharpened with aggression at the thought of her with another.
    At least none of her “boyfriends” had taken her virginity. He wondered why she hadn’t squandered it. Lothaire hadn’t been there to interrupt every swimming session with young males, and obviously she enjoyed her sexuality.
    As did I.
    He smirked. Elizabeth’s maidenhead belongs to me alone.
    His smirk faded. He would never know her like that. He could only claim Saroya.
    Never to experience Elizabeth’s unbridled passion? Never to inch his cock into her dripping sex?
    So he’d be no different from all her other conquests.
    His fist shot out, connecting with the wall. Marble crumbled; his erection waned.
    He wanted to kill anyone she’d been with. To annihilate them all. Horde vampires were notorious for seizing on sudden ideas, acting on stray impulses. Just as his mind was about to seize on murder and his seven little tasks became eight, he heard her marching into his bathroom.
    Curiosity ruled him once more. What