NocC 006 - Olivia Gates - Immortal, Insatiable, Indomitable - Harleqiuin 2012-01 by Nocturne Read Free Book Online Page A

‘don’t expand.’ And this fixation with inches.”
    “Can you blame me when they’re yours?” She pushed his briefs down, let his erection spring free in all its glory. Hard and huge and heavy. And as impossibly gorgeous as the rest of him. It slammed against his abdomen with a slap that made her dizzy with lust. She stroked a shaking hand up and down his smooth, steellike length.
    And then she realized. “You’re hot!”
    Mirth rumbled from his depths as he thrust himself harder into her grip. “And you’re wondering why?”
    “I mean hot for real. Hotter than a…mortal in high fever.”
    Surprise flitted in his eyes. “A Lokian reportedly sizzles when he’s in the grips of what’s called a ‘mating fever.’”
    “And you’ve never been before, to know firsthand?”
    The look he gave her. She almost came again from that alone. “Not until this femme fatale, no.”
    “Neither have I, until this marauding Viking.” She jacked his length again, shuddered. “Man, you are sizzling.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ve heard the heat intensifies a woman’s pleasure.”
    “I’m only worried that you’re not already inside me. Worried for you. Teasing me might not end happily.”
    “Thanks for the kind warning.” He chuckled again, latched his lips over her neck.
    Her breath tore through her lungs as he ravaged her in suckles that would leave their mark, that she wished would mark her forever, that sent pleasure hurtling through her with each savage pull.
    She’d never dreamed this could happen to her. No boundaries to what she’d want from a man, to what she’d allow him, just raw need, total abandon, unbridled ecstasy. Light-years hotter than any erotica she’d ever read. Insipid fantasies all, compared to this, to him.
    He wasn’t meeting her expectations, he was pulverizing them.
    He ripped the buttons from her shirt, pushed it aside, and in one flick of those fingers she knew could snap steel like she would chalk, he severed her bra. She cried out at the primal sound that rumbled from him, reverberated through her. A shock of sensation eddied through her as her swollen breasts fell into his palms, as he pressed them together, mitigating the ache, increasing the need. And that was before he bent and took her nipples into his mouth, one by one, showed her there was more suffering, more pleasure.
    Between long, hard pulls, he swirled them with his tongue, grazed them with his teeth, blew the stimulation of his steaming breath on them. “I hope you know you got yourself an insatiable Viking on your hands. On every inch of you.”
    “Promises,” she gasped as he squeezed her mound, wound the need inside her tighter before he slipped his hand inside her panties again, spread her open, slid his fingers through her molten folds. She keened, trembling on another edge.
    “You’re melting.” His voice was harsh as gravel now.
    She wrenched his hand away from her flesh. She wanted him, not release. “State the painfully obvious, will you? So you deem me ready to ‘accommodate’ you now?”
    His narrowed eyes gleamed azure danger as he brought his fingers to his lips, licked them off. “I’m at the point where you’ll just have to take your chances with that.”
    She squeezed his erection as hard as she could. “If you don’t deliver on those big-time threats right this second, Vidar, I swear I’ll hurt you.”
    His groaned his pained pleasure, appreciation of her desperation and bravado blazing in his eyes as he tore her panties off her with the same ease he’d ruined her bra. “Wasn’t there some provision in your Hippocratic oath about harming others?”
    “It’s ‘ First Do No Harm.’ I’ve given you enough warnings.”
    “So you did.” Something merry and menacing revved from him, had all her hairs on end as he poised her over his length. But instead of driving into her, he glided the scorching, flowing-with-arousal head through the swollen lips of her sex.
    She lurched on a shrill