Munro (Immortals After Dark #18) by Kresley Cole

            She whispered, “You’re putting some kind of spell on me.”

            “I could say the same of you.” Munro was high from her, lost in her sultry gaze. Their play enlivened him, making him feel young again. Right now, he felt like he could do anything. Topping his list was getting free of his vows so he could kiss her for the first time and bring her to come.

            Licking an orgasm from a mate was a dreamed-of milestone. He would pet her till she was senseless, then spread her thighs over his face and feast. Spearing her with his tongue, suckling her wee clit. His body quaked in anticipation, his ballocks tightening—

            He jolted when he caught the honeyed scent of her arousal. My gods. Want my first taste of that cunny. Want my due. His shaft throbbed as bad as a battle wound.

            Her petting grew bolder, and he knew the knife was forgotten. Your arse is mine, female.





TWELVE





            As Ren’s palms luxuriated in the Lykae’s smooth skin, that hazy feeling came over her, the immortal spell.

            In this cave, the two of them were cut off from the world and its rules and responsibilities. The pounding water misted over them, but the fire kept them warm. They were both out of breath, desire sparking between them.

            With each inch of him she caressed, her thoughts turned racier. What would he taste like beneath her tongue? Could she make him shameless?

            Peering down at her, he rasped, “Your eyes are eating me alive. If you’re begging me for something that I would gladly kill to give you, how do you think this will end?” He eased even closer. “Kereny, I was born to pleasure you, to deliver anything your body craves. Any secret fantasy will be yours. The wickeder the better.”

            At his words, her lungs forgot how to work.

            “I’ll always give you what you need. Remember that,” he said, his tone vaguely threatening. “And it begins tonight. I’m going to make you orgasm.”

            So confident that he could?

            “Release me from my vows, woman. Need to touch you, kiss you.” His hands clenched at his sides, his arm muscles swelling.

            She gazed down to find his claws had drawn blood from his palms. It dripped from his large fists, and for some reason, she found even that sexy.

            Did all immortal males react so intensely? Would intercourse with one be so very different from sex with a mortal man?

            She would never find out. “What you want from me is forbidden.”

            “But there’s temptation in the forbidden, no?” Golden eyes gone molten, he said, “Let me show you how wicked we can be together.”

            This Lykae had the power to lift trains, and yet his sex appeal might be the strongest thing about him. How could she be expected to resist it?

            “Let me show you how good it feels to come upon my tongue.”

            Doamne! He was talking about a below kiss, like the ones she’d seen behind the tents. The kisses I’ve coveted.

            “You’ve got me in a state, Kereny. If you will no’ release me from my vow, then pull your hair aside and bare your neck for me. Want to see that flesh.”

            He was very domineering in his demands. She was used to giving orders. Still, she needed to stoke the hunger in his gaze, to work him up to the point where he’d be oblivious to her scheme.

            She slowly tugged her hair over her shoulder. “Like this, wolf?”

            Gaze riveted, he said, “When you become immortal and I claim you, I’ll bite your neck, marking you as mine forever. Even after the bite heals, all Lykae will still be able to see my mark on you. They’ll know who you belong to. They’ll know who gives Kereny her pleasures.”

            Shivers danced over her. She wore revealing costumes every day, but she’d never felt as bare as she did while this male stared at her neck and described how he needed to bite her there. Still . . . “You’d hurt me.”

            He leaned down, mouth near her ear, and let her feel his breaths. “The claiming bite is different. It’ll make you come till your eyes roll back in your head. By that point, I’ll own you body and soul, just as you’ll own me.”