Chapter 16

 

 

Vic’s body sizzled in Malcolm’s hands. His brain told him to pull away, to erect an impenetrable barrier against her. He had plenty of practice with that. He’d been throwing that wall up between himself and any woman who came near him for centuries. He could desire them. He could even touch them and court them and seduce them if he wanted to, or if he saw some benefit to the Guild to do it. But he never let anyone get near him, and he’d certainly never told any woman his story—until now.

Why did he tell her? It just happened. It fell out of him of its own accord, and now he couldn’t resist her.

He disengaged his hand from hers, and it landed on her chest where her breasts curved down to her whale-boned waist. He followed those majestic swoops down to the slender cinched point of her corset.

She breathed into his touch and arched her back. She undulated against his chest and guided his hands down to her hips and back up to her breasts. He massaged them through her bodice until she sighed and whimpered under her breath. Her noises burned his insides until he couldn’t pull away even if he tried.

She leaned her head into his, and his lips dragged down her neck. She sobbed and moaned, and his crotch hardened against her ass. His mind told him to stop this now, but he really didn’t want to. He wanted her to know his story. He wanted her to know all about him.

Now that she’d heard his story, she knew more about him than almost anyone, even most other Angui besides Niall. In that intoxicating swirl of heady sensation and overwhelming emotion, he wanted to give himself to someone who knew him.

Did Niall experience this with Ree? No wonder he fell for her so hard. Malcolm became fascinated with Ree the minute he first met her, but nothing could compare with Vic. Ree never knew Malcolm like Vic did now.

Vic possessed his past and his present and his future. She was his future. He understood that even if he didn’t want her to be. Her body hypnotized him until he could think of nothing else. This desire went so far beyond the mindless hardness between his legs. It weaseled into his blood. It commanded every sinew of his being to respond to her, to touch her and make her respond in kind.

He stroked down her breasts one more time. When he came to her hips, he caressed behind them and up her back. He rubbed her neck and sank his teeth into her bare shoulder.

She seethed against him, quick, panting sighs escaping her. He pulled the pins holding her hair in place, and it tumbled all over him. That blazing red cascade fueled his burning need. He buried his nose in her hair and closed his eyes. He swam in an endless sea of delight in everything she did. She filled his senses to bursting until he couldn’t escape. He didn’t want to escape. He wanted to be her prisoner.

He crawled his fingertips around her waist to her stomach and dug into the soft flesh under her corset. He had to get hold of that flesh. He had to taste her and touch her and bring her to quivering fulfillment. His blood throbbed between his legs to get inside her. He craved her wetness and her fragrant sacred bliss. He nibbled around her neck to her back. She craned her spine back, and her fingers burrowed into his hair. She pulled him into her until he couldn’t hold back. He took a hard bite of her neck, and she squealed in excitement. Her body rippled all the way down to her legs hidden under her skirts.

She covered his hand with her own and tried to nudge him lower, but he hesitated. Should he really? What if he spoiled it by taking her too soon? What if he couldn’t give her the pleasure she needed?

She didn’t give him a chance to question. She pushed his hand lower, to the cleft where her legs met. Once he felt her thighs gliding under her layers of crinoline and silk, he understood. He didn’t have to hold back anymore. She wanted this as much as he did. She would make sure he did what she wanted.

At that moment, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He wanted to crush her into his skin where he could carry her with him always. He seized her in both arms, jamming one arm under her and lifting her off the hay. He folded her against him, and the last wall separating them came crashing down.

She melted into his embrace. He scooped one mighty hand up to her chin and pushed her head back against his shoulder. She whined in ecstasy and submitted to his guidance. His other hand dove down to her skirts. He tossed them up and whipped them out of the way, but he found only her stockings and underwear. She shoved her ass back against his sharp spike poking into her from behind and drove him crazy with her insane gyrations.

She whipped her head around. Out of nowhere, her ravenous mouth closed on his, and she kissed him in wild abandonment. She bit his lips, and her hot tongue slithered into his mouth. Wicket jolts of lightning rocketed into his brain. He couldn’t kiss her fast enough to keep up.

He hadn’t met a woman like her in thousands of years. Wild, passionate, free women used to rule in the dawn of time. Then they gave way to these weak-willed women who let men push them around.

Niall had told Malcolm about the Angui women. Malcolm never saw them fighting in his early childhood, and he certainly never saw the way they loved—not the way Niall and Louis and the others had. He never saw them doing anything but mothering him. He never expected to meet a woman like that, and he never wanted to love anything less.

Vic exceeded his wildest fantasies of what one would be like it. She wrenched her shoulders around to mangle his lips while her pelvis jammed against his erection. He pawed between her legs until he found the waistband of her underwear. He dove his hand inside, and the next thing he knew, he drowned in a pool of succulent wetness the likes of which he’d never dared imagine.

She convulsed against his hand but didn’t struggle. She spread her immaculate thighs to let him in. Her burning center welcomed him into her verdant folds until he couldn’t escape. All the while, her mouth held him captive. Her tongue whipped back and forth and she tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling him down harder. He raced to keep up with her, even as her sweet scent and wetness enthralled him out of his mind.

Somewhere in the confusion, he became aware of her other hand touching his member. She dragged her dainty fingers along its length through his kilt. Inch by inch, she eased the wool out of the way until her delicious skin closed around its ridged shaft. He spasmed through his middle and almost died then and there.

She stroked down him to his balls and tickled his fevered flesh until he couldn’t stand it. She matched the rhythm of his fingers inside her. The unstoppable wetness of her mouth, her sweet slit, and her fingers combined in a devastating cocktail of desire and mystical pleasure he couldn’t escape.

Another catastrophic explosion hit him, almost knocking him out of his mind. He had to get inside her. He had to take her and possess her. He had to experience everything about her, or he would die.

Quick as a wink, he yanked down her underwear. Her garters held her stockings around her thighs and left her hips and ass bare, along with that mysterious triangle of heavenly fulfillment between her legs.

At the same moment, she pulled up his kilt and steered him between her ass cheeks. The unbelievable softness of her flesh surrounded his aching member until it crushed the life out of him. He’d never experienced anything as overpowering as this.

She angled her pelvis to welcome him in. If he ever hesitated, she commanded him to go where her delicate little fingers guided him. She knew what to do with a man in this position, and she did it.

The next thing he knew, that cauldron of boiling elixir swallowed him whole. He groaned in mortal agony when he sank into her. Heat and moisture and dreamy pleasure cascaded all over him. It smothered his face in tingly sparks. It rained down his neck and chest to the dark patch where his bones knocked into her.

He pried back her head and growled into her ear. She sighed and moaned at the stiff lance plunging into her deepest anatomy. He collapsed into her and stuck there. Shudders racked his muscular frame, but he couldn’t bring himself to withdraw, not even to stroke his burning shaft inside of her.

She exploded in his hands, jerking against his arms. She would have torn herself out of his grip if he hadn’t clamped down on her. He couldn’t let her move. He wanted her there, exposed and raw and bare. He wanted her hot and quivering down his length.

She moaned and tried to grind against him, but he held her still by cradling her head on his shoulder. One pulse of cataclysmic intensity rocketed up his body, radiating out from his root to the limits of his being. It filled him with incredible power. He could remain here forever in the shivering supernova of her desire.

Her muscles rippled against his shaft inside her, but he still didn’t move. Some part of him sensed the secret spots along her channel where her nodes of power joined with his. The slightest adjustment of his position and they fused in an electric circuit that sealed her to him for all time.

He stayed buried to his hilt in her core. She fought against his arms and screamed in ecstasy, but he refused to move. His power throbbed through her and returned to him through her lips and tongue.

Just when he thought he couldn’t tolerate any more, she gave a violent spasm that almost ripped her free. She moaned again, and her every limb twitched and flailed at once. She crammed her ass back against his hips and gyrated her pelvis to meet his, and a sudden gush of nectar washed over him.

The energy mounting inside him broke its banks. He pounded into her hard enough to smack her ass against his hips. They both exploded into movement at the same instant. He thrust into her repeatedly and she followed his rhythm, pushing her ass back to meet him plunging into her depths.

She cried to the skies. Malcolm heard his own voice rising, and the tide of limitless desire rose with it. It crashed over him and smashed him to pieces as he unloaded all the centuries of buried, aching need into her.