Dark Needs at Night’s Edge (Immortals After Dark #5)(55)
Author: Kresley Cole

When she was kneeling up beside him, she nuzzled his ear with hot breaths. "There are so many other things we can talk about." Her fingers were busily unbuttoning his shirt as she murmured, "Like any secret fantasies you’ve harbored and want to experience." She brushed his shirt away. "Or we can skip the talk and simply do them. Would you like that?"

Just as he’d imagined once, she was using her wiles on him. He’d planned to withstand her for as long as possible. How… intriguing –

He sucked in a breath when she fondled his c**k through his pants.

"I need these off, Conrad." At once, he yanked his boots off, then shoved his pants past his already straining shaft. Her eyes went heavy-lidded, as if she truly loved that part of him.

"You think I can’t see what you’re doing?" Once he was undressed, he sat beside her again. "You intend to manage me with sex. You think to direct me."

When she moved to kneel on the floor between his legs, he forgot how to breathe. "Néomi?" His voice broke on her name.

She placed her palms on his knees, spreading them, then leaned in. "Is it so bad being directed" – she began licking down his chest, her destination unmistakable – "if you like where you’re headed?"

His eyes went wide. She’s going to… ? I’m to have this… ?

Once she’d reached his navel, his hands flew to her hair, cupping the back of her head. Then came the first touch of her moist little tongue –

He yelled, "You good –  ah!" While he stared dumbstruck, threading his fingers in her silky hair, she lovingly licked the swollen head and circled the crown.

With a groan, he opened his knees wider, hands shaking uncontrollably as she took him deeper. Her mouth was feverishly hot on his sensitive flesh. His shaft began to throb under her tongue, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting it up between her lips.

Never slowing her ministrations, she moved his hands to her high br**sts. As he hefted them and thumbed the peaks, she sucked him even more hungrily.

He wanted this never to end, but she began pumping the base of his c**k with her soft palms at the same time, and the pressure to come intensified until it pained him. When she moaned around his length, he knew it was over for him.

Have to warn her. On the verge, seconds from losing his seed, he bit out, "About to… come!"

His jaw slackened when she didn’t draw away, instead taking him more greedily. "Néomi!" He rocked his hips up, releasing into her waiting mouth. "Wicked," he groaned in bliss as he shot against her tongue… .

Afterward he lifted her to her feet, clutching her against his chest. As Conrad held his female, he was staggered by the pleasure, wrought from him in a way he’d only ever imagined before.

Chapter 19

Did he still need to know what had happened with her ghostly state? Of course. But when she placed his hand between her thighs to her feel her damp arousal, the need faded. They were together – that was all that mattered for now.

The rest was just details.

33

Within seconds of Néomi’s tentative rap on the studio mirror, Mari appeared, diligently avoiding her own reflection on the other side. "Hold on, I’ve got to put you on screen. Okay, there you are!"

Néomi had known she couldn’t go through the portal of the glass without Mari, but she’d figured she could knock at the door.

"It’s about time you contacted me!" Mari held out her hand, breaching the surface of the mirror. "You want to come over?"

"Conrad will be back soon, and I wouldn’t be able to hear him. Maybe you can come here?"

"Can’t." Mari snapped her fingers to someone out of sight, and a teenage girl brought Mari an enormous cup that said Slurpee on the side. "We’re hazing new witches at the coven house today. The innocent lambs are vying for my old room." She plopped into a cushy chair. "We’ll have to teleconference via mirror."

Néomi dragged the cot closer to the glass and settled in. She was delighted to be able to talk to Mari, and not just for enjoyment. It would help take her mind off her worry over Conrad. Every time he left to hunt, she grew anxious.

"I see how you’re going to be – use me for my spells, then I don’t even get another nod for five whole days?"

"It’s been so busy!" And the only times Conrad wasn’t with her were when she slept. She’d happened to wake early this afternoon. "Are you all right from the gathering? I saw you get hit."

"Oh, yeah, just ducky. But you should see the other guy. He will never accidentally elbow another witch again. Even after his elbows grow back."

"That’s good to know, I think. Was Nïx terribly disappointed that her gathering devolved into chaos?"

"I asked her the same thing, but she just laughed. I eventually got her to admit that she’d started it. Apparently you and the vampire weren’t the only couple thrown together in the melee." She curled her legs under her. "So I take it you blooded the vamp?" When Néomi nodded happily, Mari tilted her head. "Wow, check you out – you look fantastic! A new haircut? And new duds."

She flushed from the praise. "Conrad’s been taking me shopping. A lot." In the first few nights, she’d hit Paris with a frenzy, frothing at all the new styles to be had. And she’d had her hair trimmed in a boutique there, but only by a couple of inches, as each snip seemed to physically pain Conrad. "I offered to pay my own way, but he bristled. I tried to point out that I have scads of money, but he wouldn’t listen."

"You have… scads of money?" Mari asked innocently.

Néomi stifled a grin, making her demeanor stern. "Yes. I looked up my certificates. Evidently thirty thousand dollars’ worth of IBM and GE stock in the twenties equals approximately a hundred and fifty million today. Though a witch nabbed about twenty-five of it."

Eyes wide, Mari cried, "Who? What! Damn, those witches!"

Néomi couldn’t stop a chuckle. She would’ve given Mari all of it.

"Speaking of witches – you missed girls’ night out." Mari set down her Slurpee to cross her arms over her chest. "I don’t know if Nïx explained this to you, but GNO is not optional. You will receive demerits for missed attendance. And by demerits, I mean you have to buy drinks for thirsty Wiccae."

"I’m still in the honeymoon phase. Don’t I get a pass? Besides, I’m not supposed to go out in the city, not with Cade and Rydstrom in New Orleans."

Mari’s expression turned serious. "They’d never hurt you, Néomi. They actually saved my life, back before I’d grown into my immortality."