Munro (Immortals After Dark 18)

An idea hit him, and he reached for the control cuff.

FIFTY-NINE

Ren had dimly heard the two brothers talking in Gaelic. Though her Instinct had called Will her brother, her newling beast had nearly attacked a perceived threat.

To the beast, everything was either a danger or an unfamiliar wonder.

She sniffed the black cuff Munro wore. —Be wary of magics!—

He held up another cuff, a dented silver one, and said, “This is the control cuff I talked about with Loa. It will enable you to govern your beast.”

Ren hardly believed the means of her salvation was right there. Yet then she gazed up at the moon. Stifling her beast under that light seemed wrong, especially if Munro’s was about to return.

“I’m going to borrow this magic for a bit.” He snapped the control cuff onto his own wrist. “Just until I’ve claimed you the first time. This way I’ll be able to ease you into sex.”

I’ll be fine! she wanted to cry. Though his size had given her pain when she’d been on top.

He cradled her face in his big hands, rubbing her bottom lip. Her beast all but purred, utterly under his spell. “I want to treat you like a queen, Kereny. Are you ready?”

Yes! Ren trusted him; she loved him. Her beast already loved him. Something like euphoria bloomed inside the creature every time it gazed at Munro. She lay back, raising her arms for him.

As he positioned himself between her legs, moonlight burnished the ridges of his body. His erection bobbed when he reached between her thighs and stroked her slickened sex.

Heat radiated from that sizzling contact. Pleasure as an immortal was astronomically more powerful!

I’m an immortal. It’s happened.

Her skin tingled in ways it never had before. The night breeze and his exhalations struck her nipples, a mind-numbing mix of hot and cold. He leaned down and gave each peak a hard suck, making her moan deliriously.

His fingers played with her wetness, tracing between her folds. “This flesh trembles to my touch. Your body recognizes mine.”

Her hips rolled for more, anything to relieve the emptiness within her. She’d been so close to taking his shaft completely inside her, now craved every inch of him!

He gave her one finger. Then two. Working them deeper. “Mine, Kereny.” He stirred her core, then cupped her possessively. “I told you—this cunny belongs to me.”

Whimpers left her throat as he thrust his fingers, her beast panting as her body tensed to orgasm. Yet just when she was on the brink, he withdrew his fingers.

Nooo.

“Soon, love.” His golden eyes flickered blue then back as he spread her moisture onto his engorged member. “It’s coming.” He took himself in hand to rub the head up and down along her entrance, her arousal coating the tip to mix with his own precum. When he fitted the crown inside her again, he grunted, “Tight. So fucking tight.”

How was he denying his need to thrust home? Sweat beaded his forehead, his muscles rippling beneath damp skin. He flexed his hips, feeding her more of his unyielding erection. “Please doona hurt, little mate.”

Pressure increased. Her impatient beast wriggled for more, raking her claws down his torso. Blood welled. Oh, Doamne, what am I doing?

Yet his penis pulsed inside her. “My wicked lass with her wicked beast. I hope you score me raw over the night.”

As he worked his way deeper, her breaths came in shallow pants. His size hurt—especially one sharp pinch in the beginning—but it was fleeting.

He gnashed his fangs. “How will I last?”

She wondered the same. She fought her rising orgasm, wanting this to continue forever.

When he’d sunk his shaft as far as he could inside her, he growled, “Kereny,” and his lids slid shut. But then he opened his eyes, and his gaze bored into hers. “You belong to me forever. And I to you. We have forever.”

He’d told her he would own her body and soul, just as she would own him. I see it now. I see it so clearly. Her heart was bleeding into his—and his into hers—and she finally understood matehood: We are one.

She’d almost missed this, had denied him because she hadn’t known bliss like this existed. She’d believed in the Lore but hadn’t believed in heaven on earth.

He painstakingly withdrew. When he thrust for the first time, filling her to the brink, her vision wavered.

A breath hissed through his gritted teeth. “Your body was made for mine!” He thrust again. “Never knew . . . never understood . . .”

Like a wildling, her beast met his movements. Its wanton undulations stole his control little by little, which thrilled Ren.

Yet then he pinned down her hips and stilled his own. Tendons in his neck strained as his gaze held hers. “I thought I’d lost you. Woman, you canna steal my heart then leave me. Do you no’ understand—I live for you alone!” Clenching his jaw, he withdrew and thrust hard. Harder. Her teeth clattered. “Never leave me again! Never.”