Immortal Rider_ Lords of Deliverance Series_ - Larissa Ione [123]
Oh, shit… what if it wasn’t the penetration, but the orgasm that broke his Seal? Spilling your seed inside the female will change your life. The voice of the demon who had whispered in his ear when he’d been cursed clanged in his head, and his throat seized.
“Stop,” he rasped, but Regan only moved faster, undulating against him in graceful waves. “Regan, stop now!”
“No way… oh, oh, yes.” Her body convulsed, and her core grabbed onto him, squeezing, milking, and then it was over. He was done for. The orgasm hit him like a whirlwind, lifting him violently off the bed. Regan yelped as he bucked so hard she had to cling to his shoulders or go flying.
He roared in exquisite ecstasy, in futile anger… and in sheer devastation.
Regan could hardly move. Her body was sated, and yet, she was oddly still… wanting. Beneath her, Thanatos’s chest was heaving, the smooth, tattooed skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She wondered if he’d felt her ability raging like an electrical storm. She could have sworn she’d released it at some point, but when she opened her eyes, there’d been no light, no screeching, no telltale sign of the creature that extracted souls like a surgical instrument.
Maybe her fear of losing control during sex had been for nothing.
She listened to Than’s heart beating in her ear as she lay plastered against him, one hand petting his silky hair. She loved the braids, and as she wound one around her finger, she sighed in weary resignation.
As much as she’d like to remain like this, maybe go again, she had to leave if The Aegis’s plan was going to work.
Weakly, she pushed herself up. The Horseman’s yellow eyes were staring at her, his brows locked down in what she’d swear was confusion. Maybe he wasn’t used to the woman taking control. Too bad. The twenty-first century was going to suck for him, if that was the case.
She climbed awkwardly off him, her legs stiff, and tugged on her pants. “Well,” she said, as she pulled on her sweater, “that was fun, but I have to go.”
“You’re not leaving.” His voice was oddly hollow.
She shoved her feet into her boots. “Yeah, I am. I’m done with my research.” She zipped her bag, desperate to get out of there before she changed her mind and stayed. “If The Aegis needs anything else, they’ll send someone.”
“You aren’t leaving,” he repeated, this time with a lot more grouchiness. “And you’re going to release me.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “I’d say I already released you.”
He stared at her, his brows cranking down in a puzzled scowl. Then, abruptly, something changed. A smoky shadow passed over his expression, and icy glints glittered like shards in his eyes. Even the very air crackled with danger.
“You… traitor.” His voice was low, warped with a deep-seated, startling rage. “You released nothing.”
Shocked to the core by his sudden mood swing, she stepped back. Clearly, they were not talking about the same kind of release here.
He shot a glare at the mead bottle. “And you drugged me.”
Drugged him? As if she’d sink to that just to have sex with him? “Look, you need to calm down, and I really have to go.”
“Wait.” His voice cracked like a whip, and it struck her as odd that as pissed as he was, he hadn’t gotten off the mattress. “You came here to seduce me, didn’t you?”
She affected her best insulted expression as she pulled on her parka. “I’m sure your ego would like to think so—”
“What did you do to me? How are you holding me like this?” When she blinked, baffled by pretty much every element of this conversation, he bit out a curse. “Your… gift. Your damned light is in my skin. How?