Page 27 of Possess Me at Midnight (Doomsday Brethren #4)

Chapter Twenty-One

Ice

O nce?

What the bloody hell am I to make of that? If Sabelle never experienced pleasure with MacTavish, I could surmise that she’s not deeply attracted to the other wizard and has no lasting feelings for him. I could use tonight to show her that I’ll always put her and her pleasure first.

If MacTavish consistently gave her orgasms, I could assume she has feelings for Lucan—probably deep ones—and won’t have anything to do with me. I could end tonight with precious memories of her, then try to repair my heart tomorrow.

But once? Something lies between them. I’m not sure what.

Sabelle wouldn’t respond to a man in an animal state like Lucan’s if she didn’t care for him at all.

Since the bloke wasn’t in his right mind, he couldn’t have focused on giving her the ecstasy she deserves.

In fact, Lucan merely used her body, and Sabelle bore it without complaint.

Yet she came for him. Once. Out of friendship? Or did that grow to something more?

I hardly expected Sabelle to be inexperienced.

She transitioned some sixty years ago, so she’s had lovers.

I don’t like it, but that’s a reality of magical life.

Sex is a necessity. Life depends on energy.

But Sabelle potentially having feelings for that pratty wizard makes me want to tear apart the Privileged bastard with my bare hands until MacTavish’s blood runs in the streets.

But he’s hardly the only impediment to Sabelle accepting my Call: class, family, prestige…

The invisible chains that have bound our kinds apart for centuries.

How does a Deprived wizard—one branded as mad—ever become worthy of a female like Sabelle?

Of possessing the one thing I’ll probably never have: her heart.

I don’t see a reality in which that happens.

But I can’t stop wanting what I’ll never deserve.

Unfortunately, her answer doesn’t tell me if Lucan has already captured her devotion.

If he has, I have to do everything possible to replace him in Sabelle’s affections, show her exactly how precious she is.

But if she responds to me, comes for me, if she utterly surrenders… Well, maybe she cares for me, too.

“Ice?” Sabelle breathes, her golden hair floating around her shoulders and waist. An angel ready for sin. Impossibly, my cock gets harder.

I meet her gaze. Her heart-shaped face and rosy cheeks lure me. Her blue eyes darken in invitation, drawing me even nearer. She lies spread before me on the bed, a naked, writhing fantasy come to life. The smell of her arousal is driving me mad.

“Please don’t st?—”

I cut her off by settling my mouth over her clit and sucking it in.

She cries out, keening, her back bowed, legs taut. She clutches the quilt and groans. “Oh, my goodness!”

Sabelle is so beautiful, so sweet. My hands shake with the effort to go slowly.

Every fiber of my being wants to pin her wrists above her head and take her with all the desperate hunger clawing at my chest. I’m aching to do a thousand things to her.

I’ve already planned a million ways to possess her body and touch her heart.

But I hesitate. She’s the closest thing to a princess magickind has, and I’m the beast in the shadows—crazed, dangerous, everything proper society fears.

Yet here she is, naked and wanting beneath me.

Other than Lucan with his animal fury, she’s probably taken polite lovers.

That isn’t me. I take women hard and completely, demanding everything without apology.

And I give even more in return. I’m accustomed to women who want anything from a friendly romp to a vigorous fuck.

Sabelle is, no doubt, used to being worshipped.

Ravishing her from head to toe in an urgent, dominant sweep won’t convince her of my love; it will confirm my madness.

How can I prove I’m more than the beast her brother and the rest of the Doomsday Brethren think me?

I feel her hard little bud swell and begin to pulse on my tongue, her body on the very edge of shattering.

Every instinct screams at me to finish what I started, to drink down her pleasure and claim my victory.

Instead, I pull back, my own body protesting the denial.

I need to know if she’ll respond openly and genuinely to me while I’m buried deep inside her and we lie, gazes locked, heart to heart.

That will tell me if I have any chance to win her love.

“Ice! No. Please.” Her body shakes. “Don’t stop…”

I rise up on all fours and kiss her belly. “Shh. I won’t stop. Ever. Unless you tell me to.”

Then I lower myself on top of her, cradling myself between her thighs, and grab her hips. I’m making my intent crystal clear, giving her plenty of time to refuse.

Trailing kisses over the swells of her breasts and her neck, I reach down to toy with her clit again until she draws in a sweet, shuddering breath. Slow, steady, I tell myself. Gentle.

Carefully, I take my cock in hand, align our bodies, then pause.

“I ask only one thing in return.” My voice comes out rougher than intended, betraying how much her answer means to me.

Panting hard, she blinks up at me with pleading eyes. “What?”

“Never hold anything back from me.”

She wriggles her hips, driving me completely mad with the feel of her wet flesh caressing my sensitive tip. “I won’t. I promise. Just…please.”

“Give me everything.”

“I will. I swear,” she pants as I push forward, thrusting deep. “Oh, my— Yesss !”

Bloody hell. One thrust, and I’m nearly undone. She overwhelms me—her scent, her silken skin, her tight, slick heat around me. Sabelle Rion is under me, crying out for me. A fantasy in the flesh, sensations so dazzling, I’m blinded.

My blood boils. Need ramps up, makes me sweat, makes me dizzy. I crave more of her. Now. Sooner than now. I have to feel her screaming and pulsing and accepting me.

“Ice!” She claws at my back.

I draw back, then thrust forward again. To the hilt. “I want every part of you.”

Body and soul. Mine, now and always .

“It’s yours,” she cries out wildly.

That’s the passion talking. I know she doesn’t mean it, not the way I do. She’s allowed me into her bed, though, and I’m never leaving. Ever. Wrapping my arms around her and sinking even deeper only reaffirms what I know: she’s mine.

But how do I convince her?

I pull back, try to ease off, but her body clings to me, tightening around me.

Sabelle loops her arms around my neck and peppers frantic kisses across my shoulder.

Everything about her body tells me she’s close.

I smell her arousal in the air between us.

I feel the desperation in her touch. I swallow.

Now I’ll find out how invested she is in me because I have no doubt that her body is tied to her heart.

And my heart is irrevocably tied to hers.

I tangle my fingers into her hair, my thumb braced against her delicate jaw. Her face and chest are rosy by candlelight, her eyes closed in impending bliss. Unacceptable.

“Look at me.” I have to make certain she knows who’s deep inside her. She cannot imagine Lucan or anyone else in my place. Best that she get used to me being right here. Often.

Slowly, her eyes flutter open, revealing dilated pupils as she focuses wildly on my face.

My heart jumps. My libido kicks up another notch, and I slam home in one powerful stroke, as deep inside her as I can be.

The hitch in her breath spikes triumph through me as much as the increased tightening of her slick walls around me.

I’m not giving up. If I have to sweat and strain all night, I will earn her pleasure and a place in her heart.

“Don’t look away from me,” I growl.

Sabelle shakes her head, her gaze never wavering. Her acquiescence and the exquisite feel of her is killing the last of my self-control. I have to keep a tight fist on my need, can’t unleash the full extent of my lust on her. Pushing or frightening her may send her running.

The warning chanting in my brain does no good.

Lowering my hands to her hips, I tilt her toward me and drive into her with a strong, rapid rhythm. The impact changes her face immediately. Her mouth falls open, eyes widening. She tenses and gasps again, clutching me tighter.

“You’re going to come for me.” It isn’t a question because I’m not giving her an option.

“Y-yes.”

Impossible to miss the catch in her voice.

It drives me to thrust into her even more deeply, press my fingers into her hips, and hold her down so she has no choice but to feel the friction.

As I do, I drown in a sea of darkening blue eyes and thick lashes.

I don’t dare blink for fear of missing a moment between us.

Suddenly, her legs tighten around me. She whimpers. Her sounds get louder, filled with a pleading cry. I hold the pace steady, sweat beading all over. Seconds later she clamps down on me with a scream that rattles the windows. Fluttering around me, squeezing as she releases.

Satisfaction douses my veins as she pulses, keening out her pleasure in a sharp, jagged gasp of satisfaction. It’s the sweetest music to my ears.

I continue my pace, dragging against the sensitive spot I’ve discovered, prolonging her ecstasy.