The demon inside him took control at that moment.
Nothing mattered except getting relief from the pain and riding a high of ecstasy.
“Now,” he rasped. “Now.” He sheathed himself in his fantasy.
Scotty cried out, and again, the thought of hurting her broke his sexual delirium, and he froze, grinding his teeth with the effort it took to remain still. The way she clamped around him, squeezing him with her silky channel, had him ready to burst.
“Scotty…I…sorry…”
“It’s okay,” she breathed. “I’m okay. Keep going—”
With a roar, he surged against her. Gripping her ass with one hand and anchoring them to the cave floor with the other, he pumped wildly. He threw back his head as pleasure swelled inside him, taking him to the very brink. His incubus senses told him she was close, too, and his heart sang. He was with the female he’d fantasized about for years. The one he’d have sold his soul to be with.
A twinge of guilt tried to ruin things, but he brushed it off because, dammit, while he’d willingly sell his soul, he wouldn’t sell his relationship with Mace. This didn’t count. This was nothing but sex to save his life.
Kinda like how Scotty’s blood had healed Mace.
And this…this wouldn’t happen again. Not ever.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy every second of it right now.
“Blade.” Scotty’s breathy whisper nearly took him over the edge. “Ididn’t…” She panted and groaned, arching her pelvis to take him deeper. “I didn’t expect…this.”
Don’t come. Not yet…
He dipped his head and growled against her ear. “Expect what?”
“The connection.” Her hands framed his face to lift his head so he was staring into her brilliant, sexed-up eyes. “It’s like…like we’re one.”
Yes.Gods, yes.
He’d always loved the connection of being with a female, skin to skin, their bodies intertwined, but it had never felt like this. As if their verysoulswere intertwined.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “That sounded stupid.”
“Never.” He dipped his head again, but this time to kiss her. To pour everything he had into her. Because gods help him, this felt so right. She was his. They might never make love again, but he would forever, secretly, consider her his. His beloved. His lover.
HisLirsha.
Pleasure quickly drowned Scotty’s humiliation of sounding like a total sap, a virgin fool girl who fell in love with the first guy she banged. Scotty would apologize again soon. Well, soon enough. Right now, all she could think about was what Blade was doing to her.
Kissing her senseless. Caressing her butt and thigh as he moved between her legs. Every stroke of his cock sliding inside her brought her closer to the brink. Being with a male was so much better than she’d imagined.
Lately, her imagination involved Blade. Or Mace.
Quickly, she purged her mind of Mace. She couldn’t think about him right now. About him and how he’d feel about this. It wasn’t a betrayal…not really. Would he rather that Blade died?
She knew the answer to that, and yet, the guilt niggled at her.
Stop thinking!
Right. There was no room for anything except the pending explosion of ecstasy.
“Scotty,” Blade gasped. He rammed his hips into her with suchforce that her spine dug into the earth and caught, holding her in place for his furious thrusts.
She couldn’t withstand the storm that took him, and she cried out as her climax ripped through her. He shouted—her name, she thought—and warmth poured into her as he pumped inside her, throwing his head back in a primal roar of bared teeth and straining muscles.
He was magnificent, a creature of danger and desire, and beneath him, she felt both safe and savage, a warrior princess meeting her lover in a celebration after battle.
