He should be grateful for those centuries at least.
Grateful? With a yell, he shot to his feet, throwing his glass into the fire. Before it shattered, he'd already sped halfway up the stairs, having no idea whether he'd throttle her, rut her, or just clasp her tight against him.
He'd made it all of two hours here before succumbing to her call.
Why did he always lose, when he so badly needed to win . . . ?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chloe whirled around when MacRieve entered the room, then raised her brows in surprise. He looked wasted.
He had to get drunk before he could sleep with her? And the dojo dummy takes a hit!
"You look surprised to see me." He scratched his head, ruffling his thick hair. "Why's that? You know I'm in your thrall. You know nothing could stop my feet from taking me here."
Aside from being trashed, he seemed filled with rage. She felt like she was in the room with a bomb about to detonate.
His eyes flickered ominously as he raked his gaze over her. "A red robe," he grated with a bitter laugh. "Keen on seducing me? No need! I am thoroughly be-strewed-could never escape your clutches."
"It was the only one in the closet," she said defensively, but he wasn't listening.
"Come then, succubus." He spread his arms wide, his expression inscrutable. "Your dinner has arrived, awaiting naught but your consumption."
How was she supposed to reply to that? She guessed she should just be happy that he wasn't making her beg.
When she didn't answer, he shrugged, then started to undress. Unsteadily, he toed off his boots, dragging his shirt over his head.
Though she was wary of his current state, the sight of his muscle-packed chest elicited an immediate physical reaction in her. Her br**sts grew even heavier, her heartbeats accelerating.
"Tell me how you're preferrin' your repast," he said, his accent so strong she barely recognized his voice. And his fury-tinged words sounded . . . old-fashioned.
He paused with his fingers on the button of his jeans, inhaling deeply. "Ah, I think Chloe craves what's in here verra badly."
God help her, she did. Her succubus half was clamoring to feed. Don't reach for him-
When he unfastened his jeans and his erection bobbed free, her gaze locked on its movements. A feeling like delight filled her when the head grew moist, as if begging for her tongue.
Once MacRieve stood before her nak*d, magnificent in the firelight, he spread his arms wide again, as if he expected her to fall upon him.
Part of her seriously wanted to fall upon him.
His broad chest heaved with breaths. Between those narrow hips, his shaft jutted proudly. His testicles hung heavy beneath it. "Is this no' what you want?" When he gripped himself with one big hand and began stroking, every fiber in her body tightened with lust.
She should be doing the stroking. That's mine. She clenched her fists, shaking with the effort not to rush him.
Watching this was at once erotic and wrong, like . . . punishment.
"How does my succubus mate wish to be deflowered? I could lie back on the bed, for you to straddle my cock. Least amount of contact that way. And you would no' muss your hair."
Huh? As if she'd ever cared about that.
"No kissing, naturally," he continued. "Would no' want to smear your lip rouge."
Lip rouge? "For real, MacRieve? I don't understand what you're talking about." She simply didn't know enough about sex to determine what his game was. Did he truly intend some kind of punishment? Was this domination? Some sort of role-playing?
In the past, she'd let him lead, guiding her, but now she didn't understand where he wanted to take them.
At her blank gaze, he stopped stroking.
"I'm here by your command." His gaze narrowed into a malevolent glare. "You tell me how you prefer this," he hissed between gritted teeth, "or I promise you, succubus, you will no' like what you get. I'm a heartbeat away from freeing my beast."
She pulled her robe tighter, protectively. "But you said it'd take me on my hands and knees. That it'd take me hard."
"Oh, it would."
She shuddered. "Have you forgotten that I'm a virgin? I don't want to see that thing again!"
"Doona want?" He crossed to her with a black look. "I gave you a chance to tell me what you want! You declined."
She quickly said, "Then I'd prefer not to have sex at all. We can be as we were before."
"No' an option." When he stood before her, he said, "I've sacrificed myself on this altar. I stand ready to be harvested thoroughly-and one f**k closer to being envenomed. You're going to feed, succubus, and feed well."
She bit her lip, wondering if there was any play at all for her to make. "Then tell me what you want."
Control.
Will needed for this to be different from the sex he'd known with Ruelle, and craved for it to be different from the sex he'd had as a beast.
"The succubus would like to know how I'd have this?" he sneered, still surprised she hadn't sunk her claws into him yet. "Why? So you can deny me what I truly crave?"
He was close enough to spy the swells of her br**sts beneath that damnable red robe. Close enough that her breaths ghosted over his chest.
-Claim her. Provide.-
He was bloody about to!
She gazed up at him with those big hazel eyes. "Just tell me."
Why no'? He was just drunk enough to be honest. "I want to kiss you till your lips bruise beneath mine. I want to swat your plump arse, simply because you belong to me and I can."
She swallowed and her n**ples stiffened even more against her robe.
He peered hard at them, giving a harsh laugh. "And because I know you'll get off on it. I want you to come a dozen times, but only when I allow it." He reached forward to clamp her nape. "When I look down on you as I mount your little body, I want to know that you're as desperate to receive my c*ck as I am to give it to you."
Her lips parted, her lids going heavy.
"I want to say filthy words in your ear, because it gets me hard"-he tightened his grip on her-"and because it's a tool for me to use, like a third hand with which to pet you."
She'd begun panting, her br**sts rising and falling so temptingly. Her n**ples now strained against the silk. Yet her hands still remained by her sides.
Could this be different from before? Because Chloe was different? He shook his head hard, now wishing for clarity. "I want total control of this situation, total domination of you, until my beast wrests it from my claws." And in exchange, I'll be giving you one-third of my soul. "I want you on that bed, awaiting my touch." Now that he'd spelled out his wishes, imagining every one, nothing less would do. He'd feed her, on his own terms. "Have we an understanding?"
She shook her head.
Denying him! He dropped his hand with a growl. Why should he be surprised?
"I'd like my lips bruised from your kiss," she began, "and I want you to come as many times as I do. Because that's only fair. Right now, for some reason, the idea of you spanking me turns me on-as much as the neolithic idea of belonging to you. So I'd love for you to demonstrate what the hell that's all about. And I'm asking you to use every filthy word you can think of, but stop calling me succubus."
She climbed on the bed-awaiting his touch?
"Chloe?" His voice broke lower.
She removed her robe. Gods, her body took his breath away. She was thinner, but still so lovely. All curves and sweet hollows.
Yes, mayhap he'd find peace inside her.
When she was completely nak*d before him, she lifted her chin, as if daring him to come take her fire. "I'm waiting." Then she lay back, reaching out her arms for him.
His heart seemed to stop. And this is why she's my mate. In a daze, he joined her, passing the point of no return.
-Claim her. Provide!-
Nothing could keep him from doing both. Their fates were sealed.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Lying beside her, MacRieve buried his fingers in her hair, holding her steady, his gaze on her mouth.
When he kissed her, he growled against her lips, "There's my Chloe. It's you."
He sounded a shade less drunk-and relieved.
Chloe was as well. He hadn't made her grovel, and they were in bed together. Waves of energy had begun to wash over her, like a fingertip rippling a still pool of water. Though she hadn't forgiven or forgotten, she was happy to return his kiss.
So he needed her to give over control and let him call the plays? Lead the way, Coach. Everything he'd promised had excited her.
They would have sex, apparently wicked sex; but it wouldn't mean anything.
Their tongues twined harder and harder until she was moaning into his mouth. His kiss was shattering. He'd wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her body captive against his, chest to chest, as he ravished her mouth.
He didn't break that kiss until she was light-headed-and her lips were good and bruised. "MacRieve?"
His voice a rasp, he said, "It's you, Chloe. It's you I crave." He gave her another whole-body squeeze, as if he wanted to feel all of her at once. As she lay beside him, his hands dipped down to knead her ass, grinding her mound against his shaft.
She could feel the blood-filled heat of it, scalding against her. "Oh, God, oh, God." She threw her leg over his hip, wishing he'd put her beneath him, needing his weight on top of her.
"I'm goin' tae take you tonight," he said, his brogue thick.
"Yes, yes!" Just keep grinding.
"And I'll do it how I need tae."
Just as she was puzzling over his words, she felt his big palm land across her ass. Slap!
Her reaction shocked her. Sounds she didn't recognize left her lips. She writhed for more, bucking against him. A cool draft of air streamed across the heated skin of her bottom, making her tremble.
He grated, "Now do you understand what the hell that's all about?"
Somehow she found the presence of mind to cry, "Nope!"
Slap!
Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was all but levitating, dimly aware that she'd begun sucking on his neck. She tightened the leg over his hip, her foot spurring him.
But he was releasing her.
She blinked up at him. "What? Why?"
"Go tae your back. Keep your arms over your head."
She nodded, biting her lip, wondering what he was going to do to her now.
He rose to his knees, leaning over her. His lips scorched a path from her neck toward one nipple, closing around it. When he suckled her hard, her back arched sharply. He moved to her other nipple, tormenting the peak with another harsh suck, but she loved it, grasping his head to hold him to her.
He nipped her breast. "Arms."
She shuddered from his bite, a sexy reminder of who was driving tonight. Her arms collapsed over her head.
"Now part your legs."
She drew her knees up and spread them, welcoming him.
He grated, "Good lass," and knelt between them. He kissed down her belly, each thorough sweep of his lips making her h*ps rock. Once the backs of her thighs rested over his shoulders, he dipped his head down to nuzzle her thatch of hair.
"MacRieve!" She flooded with wetness when she realized he was inhaling her scent.
His eyes were heavy-lidded when he finally drew back. "Spread your thighs wider. Let me see what's mine."
She bent her knees, letting her legs fall wide.
His gaze was nearly palpable as he peered at her sex. And then . . .
He licked his gorgeous lips with such a possessive-predatory-look that she almost orgasmed at once.
When she'd spread herself in complete surrender, Will's mouth had watered for her honey. He'd been without it for days.
He clamped her h*ps and licked the length of her. His sharp growl of pleasure drowned out her cries. "Woman, your taste!" With his second foray, he found her even wetter. He'd be feeding her soon, but right now she was feeding him the sweetest mead he'd ever tasted. He couldn't lap it up quickly enough.
Between strokes of his tongue, he said, "Did you miss me licking your wet cunny? Tonguing it like this?" He delved deep.
"Oh, oh God . . . not fair . . ." She was on the brink.
Will wanted to tease her even longer, but his Instinct was tolling in his head like a bell:
-Claim your mate.-
His beast was already stirring. And Will felt certain his c*ck was about to explode.
"Going tae ready you for me, for the seed I mean tae give you." He slipped a finger inside her, groaning when her untried sheath clenched around it. The moment seemed unreal. He was going to be inside his virgin mate. He could feel her delicate maidenhead, ready for him to claim.
He pressed his opened mouth over her cl*t to suck it till it throbbed between his lips.
Her h*ps tried to shoot up from the bed, but he kept her pinned. Her head thrashed, her drying hair streaming out over the pillow.
He wedged a second finger inside her. Brushing kisses against her swollen clit, he said, "Relax, my sweet, and open for me." As he probed his fingers, her core stretched around them, her folds swelling in welcome.
His beast wouldn't be denied much longer, was baying inside him to possess its female.
"Chloe, look at me."
She cracked open her eyes.
"I'll try tae stay in control as long as I can." He sat up on his knees, positioning himself. "If I look into your eyes, I might be able tae remain with you longer." He wanted to be above her like this, watching her expressions, mastering her, taking her like a man.
"And if not, I'll be looking into your eyes while you change." Her voice was miserable.
He had his mate in his bed, after waiting nine centuries for her, and she was miserable. Why wouldn't she be? She was about to lose her virginity to what she believed was a monster.
With his free hand, he awkwardly brushed her hair from her forehead, trying for tenderness, having no idea how to go about it. "I'll tell you when tae close your eyes. You need tae relax again." He fingered her entrance harder with shallow pumps, coaxing wetness. "There. That's it, baby. Give me more of that."
Her face was relaxing. Her n**ples tightened into stiff little berries. He leaned down for a taste of each, earning a moan and more of her honey. It glistened on his fingers as he thrust them inside her.