Retro Smex Scene Sunday! Can we call a book published in 2007, retro? Probably an overkill. But I feel like the Immortals After Dark series started so long ago and made such an impact in my paranormal reading. These books made me actually laugh! (Not just “lol”). They are witty, smart, violent and super sexy. Guys – I read this book before I owned a Kindle. WAS THERE SUCH A TIME??? Which means, I have to type out this scene by hand. #effort.
This month, Ana Coqui is hosting #RomBkLove (both on her blog and on twitter) – each day there is a new prompt (beta heroes, novellas, royalty etc) and you just talk about your favorites in that category. It’s so much fun. I saw this series mentioned last week, and I immediately had a longing to reread them. It was an intense feeling! So I decided to listen to them (I hear this series has an amazing narrator). I’m almost done my current listen and then I’m jumping in with book two (book one is not a favorite of mine – if you are new to this series, don’t solely judge it on book one – continue to at least 2 and 3!!).
Anyway – I say all of this to bring us to this Smex Scene, from book three, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night. Bowen, werewolf and Mariketa, witch. I love them.
Her lips parted. She thought she’d just caught a glimpse of the inner workings of how a Lykae male thought.
And she…liked it.
He was breathing hard, with that muscled chest heaving. His eyes were still that lightest blue color, and were locked on her as if she was his most coveted possession – and one he’s feared losing.
That night she hadn’t been able to kiss him as she’d desired, or stroke his powerful body.
Ferocity, the intensity. She’d craved it, always had – even before this uncontrollable, immortal need had begun to consume her. Want it…want him.
Her expression must have betrayed her hunger. His brows drew together, and he grated, “Mariketa?”
Her hand shot up and cupped the back of his neck, tugging him down so she could kiss him.
Obviously shocked, he stilled for a moment. Then, with a groan, he released his clenching hold on her arms. His hands landed heavily on her ass, kneading as if he’d only been awaiting a chance to feel her like that. Against her mouth, he rasped, “Lusty witch.”
“Kiss me really hard, MacRieve, like you mean it.”
“Lusty and demanding. Gods, how you please me.” He did hiss her then, slanting his lips over hers, slipping his tongue between them to sweep it against her own. Hot…wet…hard. She could do nothing but mindlessly meet him.
His big palms on her ass rocked her up to him, forcing her against his rigid shaft.
She was in heaven…
Yet he broke away. Between breaths, he grated, “I doona share what’s mine. No other males. Only me. It’ll only be me for you.”
Let’s just say, Mariketa may not love being told that. But that’s why I love her and him!!