Munro (Immortals After Dark #18) by Kresley Cole

            He called on every ounce of mastery that he’d ever garnered. No way he’d miss out on this experience. At last, he was about to taste his female’s pleasure.

            With the beast somewhat secured, Munro took in Kereny’s beauty as the light played over her supple flesh, just as he planned to play. His gaze roamed from her luminous eyes to her kiss-swollen lips to her shining mane.

            The ends of her tresses tickled her breasts . . . those plump mounds that had nearly stolen his culmination.

            Her tiny waist and shapely hips drew his attention lower to the soft black curls between her legs. “Gods almighty, woman.” Had he said that aloud? He fell to his knees to nuzzle her smooth thighs. He licked one, then pressed a tender kiss to her other, inhaling the air warmed from her skin.

            She trembled, her hips rocking sensually. Even as his thoughts turned wickeder, emotion lodged in his chest for his wee mortal. She was a treasure.

            My treasure. Mo stór. “Put your knee over my shoulder, love. Let me into you.”

            She eagerly did as he bade her, making him want to howl with pride.

            “Good girl.” As he leaned in, her cunny lips opened like a blossom, weeping wet. “Mercy!” His nostrils flared for her exquisite scent even as he needed his own scent all over her.

            Her glistening flesh matched the shade of her nipples, her wee clit begging for a tongue-lashing. His mouth watered for her tight core, his shaft aching to claim the virginity he could see.

            When her channel quivered before his eyes, he licked his lips in anticipation, a ravening wolf about to feast on his mate.

            She murmured to him in throaty Romanian.

            He didn’t understand her language, but passion steeped her words. “English?”

            “Munro . . . kiss me. Want your mouth here.” She rocked her hips, teasing him with her splayed heaven.





            Ren perceived Munro’s exhalations on her intimate flesh just before his tongue laved her entrance. “Ah, Doamne!” Her back bowed as she clutched his hair.

            With a lost groan, he buried his mouth, strong tongue darting.

            She threw back her head. “Yes, yes, yes!”

            His fingers dug into the curves of her backside, heightening all the sensations. He broke the kiss to command, “Look at me. Meet my eyes as I eat you up.”

            When she locked gazes with this god of a male, he began delving at her core. “Feels so good!” He moved higher to flick her bud with his tongue, and she jolted as if he’d found a bared nerve. “Ahhh!”

            Between licks, he murmured, “Sweetest lips and clit. Never get enough of this.” He raised his hand to stroke her at the same time, wedging one finger inside.

            Her channel greedily clamped it. “Wolf!” The fullness within made her moan.

            He inhaled sharply and thrust that finger. “This—is—mine,” he said with a harder thrust. “You are all mine. I’m going to claim you soon.” He tongued her, playing with her slickness, copulating her till she was about to burst.

            Shed of all inhibition, she petted her breasts and pinched the tips.

            He groaned anew. “Admit that you belong to me.”

            Belong? Such a loaded word.

            “Tell me, or I’ll leave you like this. Aching. All drenched and empty.” He nipped her thigh, reminding her of what he was.

            “Fine! I belong to you!” She gripped his hair harder, earning a firmer lick.

            “Good, because I sure as hell belong to you. Would battle the entire godsdamned world for you.”

            Emotion only magnified her arousal. “Munro . . .” Yet as she neared the very edge, he slowed his play, keeping her in an agony of dripping wet lust. “You devil wolf, I can’t take much more!”

             “You will. If I can, you can.” With his free hand, he gave himself a stroke.

            She imagined him replacing his finger with that rigid shaft. Every cell in her body craved it. “Put it inside me.”