Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,69

fangs throbbing as badly as his cock. “Make me come.”

Eyes watchful on his face—she had yet to even glance down—she stroked both of his nipples.

“Yes!” His groan grew constant. His heavy balls drew up, readying.

She dipped one hand. Simultaneously, she thumbed a nipple and his cockhead. His eyes rolled back in his head.

Over—

His back bowed, and he roared his release. “Fuck, fuck, GODS!” His wings snapped open, cleanly slicing the sides of the tub; water sloshed out into the bathroom. His grip mangled the metal.

She rubbed the crown over and over, hurtling him to even greater heights, his roar deepening. Cracks appeared in the walls. Volcanoes heaved and spewed as his cock pulsated for her again and again. . . .

Once the explosions ebbed, he grabbed Calliope and collapsed back on the bench.

Legs sprawled.

Mate in his lap.

Shaft still pulsing.

Her name on his tongue. “Lila . . .”

THIRTY-TWO

The demon’s arms coiled around her. He didn’t appear worried that the ruined tub was leaking water all over the floor.

As if he could barely lift his hand, he laid his palm on her head.

She couldn’t wrap her mind around what had just happened. She’d made Abyssian Infernas go into a frenzy, and he’d made her climb the walls.

The demon was some kind of sexual Jedi. No wonder females had fought for him.

No wonder, no wonder, no wonder. Tonight, she would’ve begged for him to fuck her. And he had to have known that—which meant he could’ve claimed her, but he’d held off.

He raised his head, giving her a crooked grin. “So far I like married life very well.”

She almost grinned back. Her idea of him was getting rewritten.

He was a M?ri?r. He thought peace was overrated. He enjoyed war.

But maybe he was much more than a killer. His wickedness—and these hints of vulnerability—were drawing her in, seducing her.

Not to mention her newfound sense of control. Holding sway over one of the most powerful beings in the universe meant she was powerful.

After his release, his lids were heavy, his face relaxed. His eyes were green once more, and he actually looked sleepy.

Seeing him like this tugged at her emotions. Though their marriage was loveless, a “mutually beneficial arrangement,” the notion of him as her husband was messing with her mind. “A primordial can get tired?” Maybe at heart he’s just a Lorean like me. Not some godlike M?ri?r. Not some bogeyman.

“My young mate has worn me out over this day. And before you escaped, I’d spent all my magic making a new dimension for the Vrekeners.”

“You made a dimension?” Nope, definitely godlike.

“The Sorceri wanted land for their bounty.” He kissed her neck. “I’d resented being forced into that situation, so I sent their new realm spinning into the ether.”

Holy shit. “The trickster strikes again.”

“Ah, but right now, I consider the magic I paid well spent.”

She stiffened. Why’d he have to bring up the fact that he’d basically bought her—twice?

First, he’d paid with land. Second, he’d paid with peace.

She wriggled from his arms, and with a sigh, he let her go. In Demonish, he muttered, “Forever hot and cold.”

Lila needed to remember an important distinction: Liking the demon and liking the phenomenal orgasm he gave me are two different things.

But then, she’d also liked the way his magnificent body had responded to her touch.

She’d liked his voice.

And his lips.

His eyes were kind of glorious.

She reached over him for the robe, earning a growl.

“I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been—and I just came till my eyes rolled back in my head—yet you still heat my blood.”

The garment was a female’s, which soured Lila’s mood even more. Who did it belong to? After appropriating it, she climbed from the tub to the slippery floor. “Please give my thanks to whichever demoness owns this robe.”

“I conjured that for you.”

Over her shoulder, she said, “Did you happen to conjure any other clothes?”

“We’ll sort that out in the morning.” Droplets of water flew through the room when he shook his hair and wings out. “For now, we’ll sleep. Into the bed with you.”

She tossed a towel back in his direction, hoping he’d wrap it around his waist, then padded out of the bathroom.

Resigned to sharing a bed, she settled under the luxurious covers far to one side, turning her back to him.

The demon’s weight pressed down on the mattress beside her.

“Have you been with a lot of females in this bed?” Why did she even care?

“None. I’ve never brought anyone to my bedroom but you. By the way, wife, we