Page 35 of Immortal Alliance

Mercenary Stronghold

The king invites us to share in his feast, and Eilish thinks it’s rude to deny him even though I’ve let it be known that I want to retire to our tent so I can fuck the ever loving shit out of her.

Now in a crap mood, I remain at her side as we partake in our evening meal, both of us seated around the king’s large table. Eilish’s smiles at me as she samples a bite of fresh greens. My gaze remains locked on her subtle movements and I find it difficult to look away from her.

“You enjoy teasing me,” I whisper.

Her smile broadens. “I do.”

She then turns her head and talks with the clan leaders. I can already see they’re all fascinated with her. The lycan, Hemoteph, seems the most enamored because he won’t take his fucking eyes off her and he’s worn a smile during the entirety of their conversation. I clench my fists at my sides because I don’t appreciate this show of interest in her. All these assholes know she’s with me—it’s obvious and, yet, none of them seem to care. Kolvar sees my reaction and laughs at my expense.

“This will be a problem that follows you,” the goat says.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Her,” he says and motions to Eilish. “A beautiful woman will attract male attention wherever she goes.”

“Yeah, thanks for pointing out the obvious, asshole.”

Kolvar just laughs as I down my irritation in a glass of red wine.

Eilish, meanwhile, pretends to be oblivious as she coyly flirts with the man-beast before her. I can smell her arousal and I know the others can, too. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and reaches below the table to graze her fingers against my throbbing erection. I grab her hand and hold it there, rubbing her fingers over my prick which only causes it to throb even more.

At the same time that the other men’s interest in her infuriates me, it also excites me. More than it should.

“Someone seems exceptionally… excited,” she whispers into my ear as she squeezes my heavy cock.

“And someone else won’t stop fucking flirting with every cock in here,” I respond.

She giggles. “Is the big, dangerous gargoyle jealous?”

I reach over and grip her thigh above her leather pants, squeezing it. “The big, dangerous gargoyle can think of nothing more than bending the little angel over and shoving his big, dangerous cock into her.”

I can smell her need increase tenfold and realize I could be causing a major problem for myself because if I can scent her desire, so can all these other assholes.

Lifting up a little in her chair, she whispers into my ear, “Galmer was unable to find us a room. We’ll be lodging in a tent, near Kolvar’s men. Make sure we’re far enough away so they won’t hear us.”

Once we finish our meal, I follow Eilish into the desert. Her seduction wraps around me, but I’m willing to be her victim. The succulent fragrance of her nectar mingles with the air and I breathe in deeply.

“This way,” she calls out in the dark.

I’ve lost sight of her but I follow her voice around a large outcropping of rocks. When I see the naked silhouette of her body beneath the crimson glow of the sky, I stop dead in my tracks. Her curves beckon me closer and I hurry my steps until I close the distance between us.

My knees hit the dirt in the blink of an eye as she reaches for me. I dip my head low and slide my tongue across her lips. She moans, reaching for my belt without hesitation. The desire burning in her eyes nearly takes my breath away. Her fingers wrap around my pulsating cock and I bite down on her bottom lip just to hear her gasp.

We’re far out of hearing distance of anyone at the stronghold, but I wouldn’t care if we were in the center of the whole fucking town. All that matters now is Eilish. And getting inside her as quickly as I fucking can.

I buck against the palm of her hand as she begins to stroke me in long, languid motions. “You push me, Eilish.”

“Push you?”

“You enjoy teasing me… I know you do... was that male at dinner desirable to you, or were you just trying to fuck with me?” I ask thickly. The muscles in her thighs flex and I lean forward to bite the mark left behind by Baron’s last feeding. Baron…

I’m visited with images of Baron and Pyre inside her and my anger grows.

She clings to my shoulders and nods.

“That’s not an answer,” I say as I wrap my hand around her throat. I’m feeling dominant tonight.

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