Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

tugging at her nipple through the silk. She gasped, her body gone boneless.
    “Answer me.” He dipped his mouth to her neck, teasing her with small grazes of one fang. “Yes or no, Elizabeth, before I stop pretending your answer matters.”
    When he began slipping her nightgown up her thighs, she shivered with need, lost. “Yes, yes. . . .”

27
    T he fog receded. Lothaire wasn’t dreaming.
    He had one of his hands on a tender breast, his other steadily inching Elizabeth’s lingerie up her taut thighs.
    How had he gotten into this position? He couldn’t remember. Why did he taste her delicious blood? Why couldn’t he recall—
    Wait. Had she been questioning him? As his mind began to clear, he realized the mortal had thought to take advantage of him. “You were digging for information?”
    She swallowed.
    “You little bitch!” He wanted to punish her—and he couldn’t. Blyad’! What would it take to secure the ring—and to finally be rid of her ?
    Frustration bubbling up inside him, he rose and brusquely tossed her back onto the bed, making her cry out.
    Yet as she scurried to right herself, her nightgown rode up and he caught the fleetest glimpse of her sex.
    Bare? At once, he traced to the bed, throwing her back down. “Have you a surprise for me? I’ll see it now—part your thighs.”
    “No!” She yanked down on her nightgown.
    He clamped his hands on her knees, spreading them, rucking up the gown.
    Face gone red, she fought, but he easily overpowered her, wedging his hips between her thighs. “I did things your way the last time. Now I’ll do them my . . .” His words trailed off at his first sight of her female flesh. Glistening lips opened like petals.
    A growl escaped him as his hand dipped to her.
    He didn’t want to want her. But the sight of her aroused sex and its luscious scent made him lust beyond control. When she needed release, he instinctively needed to sate her.
    His first feel of her . . . wet, hot to the touch, unimaginably soft. He gave a reverent groan.
    “Let me go!” She shoved at him.
    To take this prize away from him? “ Mine , Elizabeth!” He cupped her possessively, giving her a harsh jostle. “This belongs to me. You don’t deny me what’s mine.”
    When her nails dug into his arm, he laughed cruelly. “Like the claws of a kitten.” Another jostle. “Understand me, woman, I own your body, will enjoy it for the rest of my life. Licking it, fucking it, all at my leisure.”
    She’d begun trembling with fear, gazing past him with bleak eyes. . . .
    Damn her, that won’t do.
    Yes, he hated her and enjoyed taunting her—especially since she’d questioned him. Yes, he was furious to have no new leads from his earlier slumber, and he wanted to take it out on her.
    But now he had an aching cockstand, which meant he craved the uninhibited sexuality she’d shown him. Want her wetter, want her abandoned.
    With effort, he calmed his tone. “Relax, pet,” he forced himself to say. “I won’t hurt you tonight.” Hmm, not a lie?
    Still tension thrummed off her.
    “You don’t trust me?”
    She shook her head, her flowing hair stark against the sheets.
    “I only want to finger you, just play. Watch me, then.” To illustrate, he leisurely rubbed his forefinger over her clitoris. Once, twice . . .
    She lessened her grip on his arm. Another light caress and she began to relax.
    “That’s it, female.” When he teased her, she lifted her hips for more. “So responsive.” He skimmed his forefinger between her damp, silken lips. “You’re quite pretty here, Elizabeth,” he said hoarsely. To utter that statement without the rána , he had to add, “I find you exquisite here.”
    She swallowed nervously, studying his expression.
    “Put your arms over your head. And keep them there.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I’m driving. Do it. Clasp your elbows.” When she hesitantly did, he fisted his hands on her nightgown and ripped it clean from her. Leaving her wholly naked.
    Gods almighty.
    “Lothaire! Your eyes . . .”
    Between breaths, he grated, “I’ve needed to . . . to see you. Like this.”
    Tiny waist flaring to shapely hips. Generous, mouthwatering breasts. Skin the color of honey.
    The lush heat between her legs . . .
    Lothaire believed he deserved all good things coming his way, considered them his due; but even he felt giddy with fortune as he beheld her spread before him.
    When she started trembling again, he lay on his side next to her, bending