Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night (Immortals After Dark #4)(56)
Author: Kresley Cole

Only when he nipped at her neck did she comprehend that she had a naked, almost fully turned werewolf trapped by her power.

To do with as she wished.

At that moment, she realized her intent with him and was surprised by how strong her will was in this.

Somehow… Mari was going to have him, completely.

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She will no’ run, Bowen thought in stunned relief, even as the pressure to claim her, to mark her, grew. He grappled to free himself from her hold, though he recognized that when he was pinned like this, she could explore him, study him – possibly lose her fear of him. "No’ repulsed by me?"

"No, if you’re not coated in blood and it’s not dripping from your big fangs," she said matter-of-factly, as she rubbed her soft, soft hands over him. "I’m not going to lie to you – that scared the living hell out of me. But I think… I believe I’m getting more used to you now."

"Even when I’m like… this? After I killed?"

She nodded. "The world’s a better place now that you’ve destroyed those men," she said. "But are you all right with what I’m doing, Bowen?"

She kept asking him to make sure he was comfortable in the midst of this. Though he felt no more injuries, she continued to touch him, but why?

Every muscle in his body shot tense when he caught the exquisite scent of her growing arousal. "Free me!" She wanted him, too. Even when he was like this, her body was readying for his, and he hadn’t yet touched her.

"No, I can’t do that," she said. "I won’t. Just let me ease into this."

Naturally, she would be tentative. He could take wary over disgusted any day. "Then bare yourself."

Taking her hands from him, she peeled her sodden top over her head, yet hesitated with her bra. He jerked a nod at it, and at last she revealed full, creamy flesh for him. He could gaze at her br**sts forever. Her ni**les were the same ruby color as her lips – that attracting red that made him feel wild to have his mouth on them.

"Everything off." He gaped in delight, eyes following her every movement as she stripped down. Her misted skin was beautiful, and, he knew, would be so supple under his tongue.

When undressed, she returned to cupping and kneading him, her br**sts slipping across his chest. But soon it felt like her hands kept rubbing where they’d just been, until his entire body was being stroked. He shuddered and his legs went weak.

"What’re you… doin’ tae me?"

A siren’s throaty voice. "I don’t know. It’s just happening."

"Go mad… from this… feels so good – "

His words died when she knelt before him. He stared in disbelief as she took his shaft in her hand and with her stunning face caressed the length. Dreaming… must be. She couldn’t be real.

His female was straight from his dreams. And she was gazing up at him with her eyes filled with… desire for him.

He felt her warm breath just before she lovingly licked the slit of his c**k head. Yelling out, he tried to rock his pinned hips, wanting deeper between those moist, red lips.

The hint of salt on her tongue made her hungry for more and aroused to the point of agony.

Bowen stared down at her as if in awe, seeming to memorize the sight of her pleasuring him. His body was so responsive. When she licked the underside of his shaft from the crown to the base, he bit out wicked oaths. Her tongue against his heavy sack stopped his breath.

And as she took the slick head deep in her mouth, he shuddered violently, his chest muscles bulging with strain. His flesh throbbed against her lips, making her moan around him.

She couldn’t take all of his length, so she used her hand as well to fondle him. Under her palm, she could feel that the base of his shaft was swollen, thick with se**n, and her sex clenched for him, wanting to be filled.

On the verge, he was struggling to thrust farther into her mouth. Then he seemed to shake himself. "No’ like this," he choked out the words. "Need inside you."

Though she could kiss him all night, Mari wanted him inside her, too. With a final lingering lick, she released him and stood.

Studying the logistics, she debated the safest way to do this. Decided, she pressed her hands against his shoulders. As they both eased down to kneel, his arms slid along the trunk, still locked in position. Tilting her head, she worked his knees apart to bring him farther down. When he was more in line with her, she turned around and backed up to him, until her sex was resting on top of his jutting shaft.

"Inside you." He sounded tormented that he couldn’t penetrate her. "Put it in."

She leaned against his chest and turned her head, pressing open kisses to his neck and murmuring, "I want to be ready for you. Be patient with me… "

"I’m bloody tryin’!"

The witch took one of his hands and moved it for him, using his fingers to strum her ni**les. His other hand she drew lower, past her flat belly, past the ring that aroused him so. When she pressed his whole palm between her legs, cupping the moisture, he yelled out.

Strangling frustration – to feel how wet she was but not be able to put his tongue or shaft between her thighs…

When she worked one of his fingers inside her and moaned low, he frantically rubbed his face against her damp cheek and neck.

Then a second finger. Torture. "So tight."

As she began to herself with them, readying for him, he roared with agony, about to lose control of his senses. His c**k throbbed painfully, jerking up between her legs, pulsing with each wild beat of his heart. "Inside you. Now!"

She shakily nodded, drawing his fingers from her sex. Once she’d moved his hands to cup her br**sts, she began working his c**k head inside her. As she tried to take him, he could feel her body twitch and quiver, could hear the sharp inhalations of breath.

"Deeper," he demanded. "Take more."

But she couldn’t seem to. "Oh, gods… " She was panting, undulating her hips on his cock.

All at once, the rain ended. The wind began to blow, rushing over his heated skin and clearing the clouds from the sky. Moonlight shot through the canopy.

He felt it like heat on his skin, felt it even on his shaft still waiting to plunge inside her. He saw the light bathe his mate’s flawless skin – over the pure white of her shoulders, down to the riveting tattoo on her lower back, and over her plump arse as she rocked on him.

"Taste you."

When she touched herself and lifted her fingers to his mouth, he seized them with his lips. Sucking her taste from the tips, he growled with pleasure.

"Bowen! I’m going – " The words ended with her scream as she began to come. He was just deep enough to feel her sheath squeezing him, her body greedily seeking what his had to give.