Munro (Immortals After Dark #18) by Kresley Cole

            “Gods! You crave my claim? My marking?”

            “Anything! Everything. Please!”

            “I canna claim you yet, but I’ll give you what you need.” He pumped his finger faster. Then he took her bud between his lips to suck—

            A cry burst from her lungs. “Release me!”

            He growled as he consumed her. The vibrations against her sodden flesh pushed her over the precipice.

            “YES!” She tightened her hold on his hair, yanking his head while wantonly undulating for more. More. More! On and on, pulsations gripped her until she sobbed his name in surrender. . . .





FORTY-ONE





            Everything I can do no’ to spend!

            Each taste of his female’s climax put Munro into a frenzy. As he wrung her body of its orgasm, the muscles at the base of his spine clenched and his ballocks tightened.

            This crucible of agony and pleasure was altering him forever, obliterating everything he thought he knew about sex. Can never go back . . . can never lose her.

            With a last shudder, she pushed against his head, and he reluctantly ended his kiss. Resting his cheek against her flat belly, he licked his lips for more of her honey.

            She reached for his face, tugging him to meet her gaze. The bliss in her lambent eyes made his heart punch his chest. Voice throaty, she said, “Your turn.”

            He somehow made it to his feet. “No’ possible.”

            “What do you mean?” Her gaze drifted over his heaving chest and rocking hips. “Of course it is.” She knelt before him, eyeing his cock like a woman starved for it.

            “I’m so close. Fear losing control.” When her breaths feathered over the wet head, he involuntarily bucked for more, and the tip glazed her lips. “Gods. Sorry.”

            Her tongue dabbed them, and she smiled.

            “Fuuuuuck.”

            “You said you fantasized about my lips closing around the crown. I can do that. Suckle a little. Lick it.”

            Suckle. Lick. His blood was on fire! He shuddered when her silken palm gripped his shaft.

            “I’ve seen villagers doing this behind the tents, and I want to experience it.”

            “You watched?” His length surged in her hand. “Little voyeur.”

            “I watched and I wanted.” She gave him a heart-stopping stroke. “Now it’s my turn.”

            “I have no’ spent my seed in a good long while. At the verra least, I will come a flood between these beautiful lips.” He rubbed his thumb over the bottom one.

            “Isn’t that the plan?” Another stroke. “I’m hungry for you.”

            “Kereny!” He scented her renewed arousal and wondered what in the hell he’d done to get this lucky.

            “In this very cave, you promised me you’d give me anything my body desires, any secret fantasy. I’ve asked for two things. Are you going to deny me again, or are you going to give me what I want?”

            When she puts it like that . . . He dipped his thumb into her mouth.

            She drew it deeper, her cheeks hollowing. He was a werewolf in his element, towering over a vulnerable mortal, and yet he felt helpless before her.

            The look in her eyes told him she’d figured that out—and that she liked her newfound power. At this point, she could demand anything from him, and he’d deliver it. Golden Fleece? Yours. A queen’s ransom? Done. Mortality? I’ll be your human male if you just give me this.

            He pulled his finger free and took his cock from her hand. “Part your lips.”

            She did.

            He began feeding her his shaft. Her mouth was a hot paradise; he wouldn’t be able to resist its hungers for long. “Tongue me, beauty.” His knees almost buckled when she circled the head. “Look at me. Want your bonnie eyes on me.”