Desires of the Otherworld 2: Darkest Hunger by Aline Hunter Read Free Book Online

furious?
    “Your mouth says stop.” He rubbed his chin against her breast. “Your body says yes.”
    Arrogant bastard . She squirmed beneath him, even though it did her little good. With her strength gone, he was as unshakable as a brick wall. She struck out in the only way she could, with her fists. She landed a solid blow to his head when he rose above her, and he trapped her wrists in his hands again.
    “Don’t ever strike me, Willow.” The anger in his expression was unmistakable.
    “If you took this fucking collar off of me, I’d do more than that.”
    “I imagine you would.” He smiled, fueling her fury, and maneuvered his grip to encase her wrists in one hand. “That’s why I don’t plan on taking it off until we’re mated.”
    “You’re a coward.” She struggled against the hand keeping her trapped. “Not that I expected anything more from a vampire.”
    He clucked his tongue and stared down at her. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”
    “Oh, I’ll say more than that, you son of a bitch.”
    “Shh,” he whispered against her lips, stroking her aching nipple in a featherlike tickle before pinching it between two fingers and sending a bolt of electricity pulsing through her pussy. “Why talk when we can do this instead?”
    He dropped his head, brought his mouth to that sensitive peak, and bathed her pebbled flesh with his tongue. She cried out, forming her hands into tight fists. His mouth was masterful as he sucked and nipped, increasing the ache between her legs. Soon, she was writhing beneath him. She brushed her wet cleft against his shaft with the motions of her body.
    The gentle touch of his fingers at her clit was unexpected. She gasped, tensing beneath him. It felt incredible— too incredible . If she didn’t find the willpower to stop him now, she wasn’t sure she would be able to at all.
    “Stop,” she demanded, and tried to move up the bed and away from his touch.
    “Are you sure you mean that?” he asked against her skin, teasing her nipple.
    She started to tell him she meant exactly that when his finger slid inside her slick, moist heat. “Sweet Fates,” she whimpered, unable to stop the natural reaction of her body. The need to lift her hips to meet the stroke of his hand overwhelmed her. She found herself arching into his touch and grinding her sex against his palm. As wrong as it should have felt, he was right. Her mind might be revolted by his touch, but her body certainly wasn’t.
    “Good girl,” he purred. Adding another finger to the first, he worked her pussy as he tasted her breasts. The druglike rush consumed her, taking over her body, and coursed in a path created by his mouth and fingers. It was the most maddening kind of torture as he licked, nipped, and pinched. Yet he was also incredibly gentle, as if worshipping and savoring her response to his touch.
    She could taste the climax that was about to bring her shattering into a million particles, experiencing a raw dryness in the back of her throat as her body began to shiver as if on ice. It beckoned to her, a tension deep in the pit of her belly, promising to allow her to know what it meant to be pleasured by a lover instead of the hollow and empty release brought about by her own touch. She whimpered and growled, opening and closing the hands he held firmly in his grasp.
    “Feels so good,” she moaned, riding his fingers.
    He lifted away, looked into her face, and pressed kisses along her jaw and the corners of her mouth. She ground against his hand and bowed her back, bringing her breasts flush with his chest. She felt his thumb come up and massage the sensitive swollen nub at the top of her pussy, manipulating her clit as her womb tightened in response.
    “Fates, yes!” she cried out. Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she trembled as an orgasm rolled through her. She rode the waves of pleasure, wanting them to last. When she sagged into the mattress, her breaths were nothing more