Kissed by a Dark Prince (Volume 1) (23 page)

“Dreamed of having you like this,” he growled against her throat, kissing it, and then drew back as he parted her coat to reveal her bare body. “You are so beautiful, my ki’ara.”

“You can see in the dark?” That wasn’t fair. She wanted to see him too. She wanted to rake her gaze over every perfect, delicious inch of him.

He chuckled. “My female is hungry.”

Olivia realised she had been clawing his biceps. The marks on them shimmered, bright and colourful in the darkness, illuminating his face and his torso.

“Do I make them do that?” she whispered and traced them with her fingertips, following the curve over his shoulder and under his collarbones to his chest. He groaned as she tracked the lines of symbols downwards, around the shape of his pectorals to his nipples.

“You bring them out,” he murmured and leaned in to kiss her throat again.

Olivia gave up the fight and tipped her head back, savouring the feel of his mouth on her flesh and his tongue laving her, pressing in hard one moment and then softly the next. He nipped at her with blunt teeth again and moulded his hands around her bare breasts.

“Loren,” she moaned and he shushed her.

“I will satisfy you, ki’ara. Let me savour you first.”

Savouring sounded good. She loosed another groan when he thumbed her nipples, sending sparks shooting outwards and heat pooling in her belly.

“You never answered my question.” She twisted the longer lengths of his hair around her fingers and guided him downwards, aching to feel his mouth on her breasts.

“Do not mention other males.” The sound of his dark commanding snarl cutting through the inky black room thrilled her. He groaned as if he had picked up on her excitement and yanked her coat open, exposing her. He swooped on her left breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth and tugging hard on it, and tweaked her right nipple between his finger and thumb.

Olivia tilted her head back and lost the power of speech as he teased her, sending more fiery heat racing around her body and pooling between her thighs.

Loren released her breast and growled into it. “Princes have markings. No common male bears them.”

She smiled in the darkness, aware he wanted to make a distinction between himself and every other male. He wanted her to see that she had an important and powerful male for her mate.

A prince.

Olivia admitted that it did thrill her, but not as much as that thing he was doing with his fingers. Oh. My. She rolled her eyes back in her head and groaned as he stroked her plush petals, dipping in occasionally to tease her aroused nub.

She wriggled closer to the edge of the table and hooked her legs around him, and decided two could play at his game.

She had a wicked need to satisfy her whatever he was to her.

O
livia wrapped her fingers around Loren’s hard length and he groaned and muttered something foreign under his breath. His hands shook against her and he shallowly thrust his hips, driving through the ring of her fingers. She released him and palmed the full impressive length of him as she moved her hand downwards. He bucked and groaned when her fingers curled around his balls and she gently rolled them.

“Ah, female... cannot... take it.” He thrust again, his shaft rubbing her wrist, his heart beating wildly in her chest. “Too long.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “What’s too long?”

He groaned and didn’t seem as though he was going to answer, so she brought her other hand into play, swirling her fingertips around the soft crown of his length in time with each roll of his balls.

“Since I... nothing.” He grunted and jerked against her, his breath washing across her chest as he braced his hands on the table edge on either side of her thighs.

She wasn’t taking that for an answer. “Loren... when were you last with a woman?”

He huffed, hips curling towards her, heart pounding. “The other night... with you.”

He was evading. She gave his balls a slight squeeze and he groaned her name, his cock pulsing beneath her other hand.

“And before that?” she said and brushed her thumb over the crown, teasing his slit. He grunted and the table shook as he tensed.

“Wait... wait...” He breathed harder and she heard him swallow. “Wait.”

Olivia refused and he grabbed her wrists, forcing her to stop.

“No... a second.” Because he was going to climax if she didn’t give him a moment to catch his breath.

“And before you slept with me?” she repeated, determined to know now that she had realised that the slightest touch had him close to coming undone.

“Centuries,” he bit out and released her hands, only to claim the one around his shaft. He wrapped his hand around it, keeping it on his flesh, making her squeeze him tightly. He groaned, the sound low and guttural.

“How many?” Vague answers weren’t going to satisfy her.

He muttered black things at her in his language and moved her hand on his length, forcing her to stroke him. That was cheating. She tried to take his hand away from hers and he swore again, and then sighed.

“Forty-five.”

“Wow... seriously?” She wished she could see his face now. She remembered that she could and swept her free hand over his chest, causing his markings to shimmer into life. They illuminated the hard planes of his face. He was serious. “Why?”

“Wanted you,” he whispered and kissed her again, and she tried not to melt at that thought. He had given up on women because he had wanted his fated female. She couldn’t imagine how lonely he had been in those four thousand five hundred years, his only family at war with him for most of them.

No wonder he had changed his mind and wanted to convince her to complete their bond now rather than break it.

“Touch me,” he murmured, moving her hand on his length. “Like you were before. I liked it.”

He was new to it. She could tell that much. She lowered her other hand to his balls and fondled them as she stroked his hard cock, alternating between palming it and swirling her fingers around the sensitive crown. He groaned whenever she did something he really liked and she wondered what else he had never experienced with the women he had been with before.

She pushed against his chest and he growled, clearly getting the wrong idea.

“I’m not leaving, just switching tempo.” She stroked her palms over the defined muscles of his torso and then traced the markings over his hips with her fingers. They shimmered in rainbow colours beneath her touch. “I love these. Like living ink.”

She followed the twin lines that skirted his nest of dark curls and he moaned breathlessly, his length twitching and beckoning her.

Olivia slipped off the bench table, kneeled before him and licked the length of his cock.

Loren made a strangled noise and the lights in the room flickered. Olivia hoped that if he got wild and lost his focus, the lights weren’t going to come on and expose their naughtiness to everyone in the corridor. There were voices out there sometimes, murmured conversations about broken doors and dark rooms.

She shoved away her fear, embracing only the part of it that excited her, and wrapped her lips around Loren’s length. He grunted and his hands seized her shoulder and the top of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging it loose of her pins, and he tensed as she took him into her mouth and began to suck him with long, slow strokes.

“Olivia,” he growled and she worked her hands into her play, using one in time with her mouth on his shaft to increase his pleasure and the other to toy with his balls again, rolling and kneading them. He grunted and began to thrust shallowly, using his hands to guide her on his length at the same time. “Gods... ki’ara... I...”

She could feel him growing thicker, his pleasure running in her veins as well as his, becoming so intense that she moaned as she licked and sucked him, enjoying it as much as he was. He pumped into her, his movements jerky and tense.

“I... Olivia,” he gritted out and breathed hard, his heart pounding as he climaxed, making hers race too as she swallowed around him, licking and teasing him down. He shivered and pushed her away, and she sat back on her knees and smiled up at him, wondering what he looked like as he stared down at her. She could feel his eyes on her as he struggled to come down from his release. He growled. “Need to taste you too.”

She gasped when he grabbed her and had her on the bench table in a flash. She tried to pinpoint him in the darkness but it was impossible. His hands claimed her hips, he pulled her to the edge, and then he was on his knees before her, her legs over his shoulders. She threw her head back and groaned at the first sweep of his tongue over her most sensitive flesh. He parted her with his fingers and delved deeper, swirling his tongue around her nub, sending her out of her head.

“More.” She was already wound tight from pleasuring him and feeling his bliss in her veins. It wasn’t going to take her long to find her own release. He spread her legs further apart and eased two fingers into her sheath, pumping her slowly as he explored her with his mouth. She leaned back and breathed hard, electricity dancing along her limbs with each sweep and lick, every swirl and thrust. “Loren.”

“My female likes this.” He was making the understatement of the century. She loved it. She rocked her hips against his fingers, riding them and his tongue, and tunnelled her fingers into his hair. She clung to him as he tormented her, sending her soaring higher and higher, pushing her towards the precipice.

“Close,” she whispered, her heart thundering and legs quivering. He rubbed her with his fingers, each stroke making her moan. She tensed, tried to relax, and tensed again, unable to help herself. He laved and suckled her nub, thrusting his fingers into her at the same time, and her backside came off the table as wildfire heat shot through her and she climaxed.

Loren growled against her, tickling her, and withdrew his fingers. He delved lower, lapping at her, tasting her just as he had said he wanted to. Another growl rumbled through him and his markings blazed brightly, and then he had risen to his full height before her.

“Want you again.”

She wasn’t about to protest but he didn’t give her a chance. He entered her in one swift hard stroke and grasped her hips as he pumped into her, holding her at the edge of the table. She looped her arms around his shoulders and held on to him as he took her, his thrusts deep and hard, rattling the beakers and equipment on the table.

Olivia moaned, blazing through the haze of her first climax and spiralling towards a second as he laid claim to her, his long shaft filling her up and striking deep within her. She moved her hands to his hair as he kissed her and brushed her fingers over the pointed tips of his ears.

Loren jerked hard and grunted, the sound wild and animalistic. He definitely liked that.

Olivia kissed across his jaw and licked the length of his left ear. He pumped harder, his movements frantic and rough, their combined heartbeat off the scale. Incredible pleasure blasted through her and she couldn’t resist nibbling the tip of his ear. Loren snarled close to her ear, his fingertips pressing into her hips as he leaned over her, forcing her backwards.

“Want...” he muttered and she was about to ask what he wanted when he licked her throat.

She shivered, a mixture of ice and fire shooting through her veins. He wanted to bite her.

God damn her, but she wanted it too.

He must have sensed her desire for him to do it because he groaned and thrust more frantically, hips pistoning, bringing them together in a hard blissful joining. He brushed his lips down her throat to where he had bitten her before and she panicked.

“Wait... this won’t...” She couldn’t get the words out. Loren wanted to complete this bond and had sworn not to do it against her will. She should have trusted he meant that and that this wouldn’t seal the bond between them, that it was only about blood and pleasure.

“It will not,” he whispered, his thrusts slowing and lengthening, driving her out of her head as pleasure rippled through her with each leisurely stroke. “Will make it feel good this time. Give me permission, sweet ki’ara... my Olivia.”

She did. She tilted her head to one side, exposing her throat to him.

He groaned as he eased his fangs into her throat and she flinched at the slight sting as they cut into her, but then he withdrew them and began to draw on her blood, and Olivia’s whole world exploded in a burst of colour, feelings and the most incredible pleasure she had ever experienced.

This is what he felt when he bit her.

It awed her.

Loren sucked harder, quickening his pace again, building the pressure between them until Olivia couldn’t take any more. She wanted to feel it again. She needed it. She raked her nails down his back, through his hair, and stroked his pointed ears, and he snarled into her throat and sank his fangs back into her at the same time as he thrust his cock as deep as she could take it.

Olivia shattered and only Loren’s strong arms around her held her together.

His hips jerked as he drank from her, pumping his seed into her, his cock throbbing discordantly to her body. He stilled but didn’t let her go. He cradled her against him, holding her off the table and keeping her on his softening length. She slowly pieced herself together and realised he had stopped drinking and was licking her neck, his strokes gentle and his feelings overflowing with affection and tenderness.

“My Olivia,” he murmured softly against her throat and she stroked his black hair, too afraid and uncertain to say the words aloud.

Her Loren.

Her eternal mate.

Could she trust him with her heart?

Or would Loren succeed where the demon had failed and completely destroy her?

L
oren held the door to the club open for Olivia and she thanked him with a small smile and passed him. His gaze tracked her, his heart heavy as she moved away from him. Not just physically, but emotionally. She had been drifting away from him since their moment in her new laboratory. He had been convinced that it would bring them closer, not drive them further apart. More than ever, he felt he was going to lose his ki’ara. She would find a way to break the bond between them, he would kill Vail, and he would be truly alone.