Page 135 of Hospital for Immortal Creatures

“Too many years have passed since I’ve been with a woman.” His eyes were fixed on her face. “What you’re imagining will not come close to the reality. I won’t be gentle. I won’t be soft. I won’t be anything more than an animal servicing his most basic needs.”

If he aimed to dissuade her, it wasn’t working, because his touch only drew her in. Each gentle pattern his fingers traced made her feel more alive, more emboldened.

“I don’t want gentle,” she said. “I want proof that all of this is real.”

Mikhail smiled a casual, sexy, disarming smile. “Oh, believe me, this is real.”

His fingers grazed her skin, sliding between the cups of her bra like a soft caress. “And it’s getting more real with every second you’re not telling me to stop.” When his knuckles followed the curve of her right breast, she shivered. “You know, you’re a very unwise human woman. But a devilishly beautiful one.” His golden-yellow eyes roamed her face, as if drinking in every feature.

Warmth filled her lungs. She knew she had pretty features, but to hear it from him gave her a whole new level of satisfaction.

“Thank you,” she whispered, surprised by the croakiness of her voice.

“Don’t. For the more real it gets, the more impatient I’ll become.” He played with the rim of her bra cup, skimming the hot skin around with every movement of his fingers, but his gaze never left hers. “And when it gets real real, I’ll remove your clothes.”

He pulled his hand from underneath her shirt. The disappointment coursing through her was immediately replaced by the warmth of his palms gliding slowly over her hips as he shifted on the bed. He gripped her by the waist.

“And after I have you all naked and ready for me, I will make you grab onto the bed frame.”

She couldn’t breathe when he lifted her body as if it were a feather and repositioned her with her knees bent, back arched, and palms resting on the headboard.

“And then I’ll take you from behind.”

Wetness pooled between her legs. Amelia swallowed hard and her breaths grew shorter when he placed his palms on both sides of hers and positioned himself behind her. They were still dressed, their bodies barely touching, yet it was the most erotic pose she had ever been in with anyone.

He bent down to whisper in her ear, his beard rubbing her cheek and making her shiver. “I will grab you by the hair and suck your neck until it hurts. And if you cry for me to stop, I won’t hear you because I’ll be deep inside you, fucking you like an animal.” Her core clenched. “Is that what you desire, Amelia?”

She wanted him in a way she’d never wanted anyone else before, like she’d die if he didn’t touch her again. Like she’d let him take her any way he needed to. And it scared her as much as it excited her. She held her breath. “Yes.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, sending a jolt of welcome pain through her scalp. She gasped when his lips touched the side of her neck and trailed ferocious kisses on her skin. He was sucking and licking, causing her waves of equal pain and pleasure, and all she could do was squirm underneath him, powerless – and more turned on than ever before.

His large body engulfed her, his erection grinding against her ass. He was hard. So hard, it made her throb with anticipation.

A moan escaped her when he ground against her, his lips following her jawline. She wanted to kiss him, needed to see him, but he was caging her beneath his large body.

“Mm…” He groaned, and the sound went straight to her core. “Your scent is even headier than I expected.”

His hand slid down her front, between her thighs, until he was cupping her aching centre with his palm. Though he was touching her through her leggings, the soft material was thin enough for her to feel every brush of his fingers. She was fully clothed and yet she had never been so aroused in her life.

He kept grinding himself against her while he rubbed her with his palm. “I can sense your arousal,” he rasped against her ear. “It smells of citrus and geranium and I bet you’ll taste even better.”

Her core pulsated again at his words and a burning, pleasant agony spread through her belly. He pressed his palm hard against her, as if sensing she was on the precipice, and she shattered. Her walls clenched and his lips shifted from her neck to her mouth, stifling the moan trying to escape her. She shook against him while he held her tight until the last waves of her orgasm subsided.

In the dark, her knuckles had gone white from clutching the bed frame, but she feared she would collapse if she released it.

“Look at me,” Mikhail said.

Heart still racing, she turned her head and stared at his flaming eyes. In the pale moonlight, his irises had changed. The beastly golden hues were intertwined with something she hadn’t seen even during his transformation in the forest. Something dark and wild…

And it made her swallow with worry.

She wanted him, yet she hesitated. Because the man caging her beneath his body wasn’t entirely a man. His expression was too predatory to be human.

He arched a brow. “I thought so.”

“No…”

But he was already rising, putting distance between them. His expression changed. The ferocity and passion dissipated. Then, he became the ruthless man in charge of a council of twenty immortal beasts, determined to do whatever it took to pursue his ambitions.

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