by KB Winters
“What?” I asked putting as much innocence in my voice as I could manage. Nicholas scratched his head. He had a small confused smile on his face, and I almost felt bad for teasing him.
“You just stopped talking so abruptly. I didn’t even have time to respond.”
“Oh? Did you want to say something?” I pushed away from the car and took a few steps towards my house. When I didn’t hear him moving behind me, I threw a heated glance at him over my shoulder. “Or were you planning to show me something?” When his eyes widened, I knew he understood. I turned back around and continued towards my door. I reached down into my clutch to get my keys, but before I could get them out, I was spun around quickly and herded back until with a thud my back hit the front door. It didn’t hurt and I wasn’t startled as much as I probably should have been. This was what I wanted—this loss of control and hunger. I wanted to feel desired and wanted. I wanted to feel like prey.
Nicholas’ arms caged me in until I was trapped between him and the door, and I had no desire to be anywhere else. I leaned back against the door and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. I saw his nostrils flair again, and I gave him what I hoped was a heated look before stepping until my legs were apart enough that I could feel a bit of the breeze between my upper thighs. I was rewarded by watching Nicholas’ eyes bleed red.
“You are a beautifully evil temptation, River.”
I shivered at the heat in his voice. “Are you tempted now?”
“More than you know.”
I called upon all of the courage I had inside of me and pushed my hips forward. The feeling of his rock hard erection was barely dulled by the fabric between us. The heat coming from his crotch was tantalizing, and before I could work out what to say next, my lips were taken in a firm kiss. My grip on Nicholas’ neck tightened and I pulled him closer wanting him completely against me. He came without a fight and cupped his large hands around each cheek of my ass squeezing just enough to make me groan. When my lips parted, he took advantage. His tongue swept in, laying siege and making my body clench as syrupy pulses of pleasure slid over me. If not for my dress, I would have jumped up to wrap my legs around him. I needed to feel him pressed tightly against me. I wanted to have him filling me so completely that I lost track of where I ended and where he began.
“Fuck, River,” Nicholas groaned when our lips parted for us to draw in breath. I didn’t bother to open my eyes searching for his lips by touch alone. When I found his again, I spread tiny bites along his bottom lip, enjoying the give of it and the rhythmic tightening of Nicholas’ hands on me. One of his hands slid up until it was tangled in my hair. I moaned loudly when his fingers pulled making me lean my head back. “You are such a menace.”
I opened my eyes then and smiled at him. My breathing was labored with my arousal and the length of our kiss. “Whatever will you do with me?”
Nicholas’ eyes narrowed, but his lips twisted into a sharp smile until it only could be described as wolf-like. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were deliberately baiting me into losing control.”
I widened my eyes in faux surprise. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
He chuckled darkly. “You are far less innocent than most people seem to give you credit for.” He leaned in, nosing along my cheek. I lifted my head in response angling just enough to allow him more room and more neck. His fingers tightened almost bordering on pain for a moment and I catalogued his response in my brain. I felt the soft scrape of his sharp teeth against the sensitive part of my neck and it sent a sharp bolt of want through me.
“My my, what big teeth you have,” I remarked breathlessly. I slid one of my own hands into his hair pulling his face even closer to my neck. My response must have been favorable because I felt his teeth scrape gently against me again.
“You have no idea what these teeth would like to do to you. But for now,” he said. One moment I had his teeth against my neck, and the next I was spun around to face the door. Before I could even get my bearings, a wall of heat was pressed along my back and a hard dick was slotted against my ass. Unrelenting arms fastened themselves around my waist and Nicholas’ mouth was pressing biting kisses against the back of my neck. I scraped my nails along the front door as I let out a keen of pleasure.
My responses were beyond my control—almost instinctual. I leaned my head forward letting my hair fall away from the back of my neck to expose more skin while pushing my hips back in order to feel his cock pressing even harder against me.
“Nicholas.” The word dissolved into a heated moan when an unrelenting hand cupped my right breast. It was as if the clothes between us did nothing to provide a barrier against the sharp zings of arousal from where we touched. I could feel myself losing out to the need of having him inside of me. A sharp nip of teeth, much sharper than before, made me moan louder, the sound echoing in the dark. Just as suddenly as it started, I found myself bereft of heat and shivered as the air once again could brush against me. I pushed off of the door and turned to peer at Nicholas from over my shoulder. He was standing a few steps away from me with his eyes closed and his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Are you okay?”
He opened his eyes to look at me and what I saw there made my hands shake. The heat in his eyes was like a physical weight that I could feel, and I knew he could probably tell that I was soaking wet between my thighs. My panties were probably a lost cause at that point. “River.” He swallowed before continuing. “You need to open the door right now if you don’t want to be fucked in public.”
“What?” I croaked out. My throat felt rough as if I’d been smoking.
“I am about two seconds away from losing control, ripping that fucking dress off you and showing your neighbors exactly what real fucking is if you don’t open the goddamned door.”
My eyes widened and I felt a little secret thrill at the thought of my neighbors seeing Nicholas and me together. He must have smelled my arousal because his nose twitched and his sharp smile curved into something even more wicked than before. “Oh you are a naughty little minx, aren’t you? Does that make you hot to think that I’d take you in public where anyone could walk by and see how good you were getting it?” My lips parted on a groan, but I nodded slightly. Nicholas looked surprised—and pleased.
“Well, we will have to indulge that exhibitionist streak of yours at a later date. Right now, I need you to open that door so I can get you in bed and show you even more what these teeth of mine can do.” He took a step forward and I quickly turned back to the door. My hands shook as I opened my clutch and raffled through until I found my house key. As soon as I twisted the key in the lock, arms wrapped around my waist like steel bands and the door was almost ripped from its frame with the force with which it was opened. A hand came up and gripped the top of my throat turning my head until my lips were once again caught in a torrid kiss. I groaned as my mouth was penetrated in a foreshadowing of what I wanted to happen elsewhere, and I barely heard to door close behind us.
Nicholas’ arm around my waist hiked me up until my feet no longer touched the ground, but I wasn’t alarmed. I knew he wouldn’t drop me, so I let my body go limp in his arms as I pushed into his mouth with my own tongue giving back as good as I got. The rumble of pleasure he let out traveled from his lips to mine, and before I knew it, I was being pressed down into the sheets of my bed. I twisted clawing at my own clothing as I struggled underneath his weight. He lifted up, helping me unzip and slip the tight dress down. I leaned up on my elbows and groaned with each soft scratch of sharp nails against my back as my bra was unclasped.
“Please,” I whimpered loudly. I shook my head when Nicholas’ hands slip up past my waist to cup each breast in a firm grip. “No, I can’t.”
“What do you need, baby?” he whispered hotly into my ear. His tongue and teeth came into play licking and nipping at my ear. His thumbs swirled over my nipples and I jerked with each pass and its corresponding jolt of sharp pleasure.
“No pla
y—I can’t take it.” I heaved in a gasping breath before spreading my thighs as much as possible. “I need it—need your cock inside of me.”
Nicholas’ lips slid back until they paused at the back of my neck. “God you’re perfect.” His thumbs gave one more flick against my nipples startling a cry out of me. I leaned my head down as his hands slid down my torso until they slid into my panties. Before I could utter a word, the fabric was ripped and the sound echoed through my brain in a feedback loop that pushed my passion higher. I looked down the length of my body. My pale skin seemed almost luminescent in the moonlight that peeked through my window.
“Nicholas,” I whined. He was taking too long and I wanted—no, needed—more.
He placed a soft kiss at the small of my back. “I know, baby.” This time his voice was breathless and I felt the bed dip and sway with his movement. When his chest came back against my back this time, I felt a blunt pressure nosing at the lips of my cunt.
“Yes,” I hissed as I tried to push back against him. I could barely move thanks to his weight, and I was equally exhilarated and frustrated at my lack of movement. One of his hands came back to gently grip underneath my chin and turned my head to the side. My lips were plundered again as Nicholas’ cock began to push between the folds of my pussy. He let out a groan that I felt in my own bones before his hips snapped forward, burying his cock inside of me with one push. I broke away from his lips with a loud yell of pleasure and slammed my eyes shut.
“God.” The hand under my chin flexed as Nicholas’ other hand gripped my hip tightly. “Can’t hold back, baby.”
I shook my head. Hold back? That wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted all of him—fast, hard and deep. I wanted to walk down that aisle tomorrow and feel the ghost of pressure reminding me of how deeply he’d been inside of me. I opened my eyes and twisted my head until I could peer at him from the corner of my eyes. “Don’t want you to hold back.”
Nicholas bared his teeth at me and I noticed with a shiver of arousal that his canines were elongated. Rather than being afraid, I was even more turned on and leaned my head back until I could run my tongue careful along them. He froze completely for a moment as if he were a living statue and for a moment I wondered if I’d done something horribly wrong. That thought only lasted for a few seconds before I found myself pressed flat against the mattress with a growling Nicholas above me. He leaned up placing one hand on my back to keep my upper torso against the bed and lifted my hips up with his other hand.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he growled. “Tell me I’m hurting you and we end this.”
I crossed my arms and buried my head in them. “Won’t hurt me,” I whispered with conviction. I turned my head to keep my gaze on him. “Don’t stop.”
He looked at me for a moment—eyes now the deepest crimson like spilled blood. The only warning I got was the tightening of the hand on my hip before he pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained at my entrance. I didn’t even have time to squirm against his hold before his hips pushed back in quickly and forcefully enough to startle a pleasure cry out of me. The pace he set was rough, far rougher than anything I’d ever felt before and I was in heaven. His hand on my back kept me from squirming too much and I loved the feeling of power in his hold. I leaned my head forward until I could yell and bite my pleasure into the blankets. I could feel sweat dripping onto my back, but I loved it. I was being held and fucked like I’d always wanted—hard, rough and without pause.
I groaned loudly when I felt Nicholas shift until he was once again leaning over me. His thrusts didn’t lessen in their intensity or speed, and I marveled for a split second about the amount of power and control he had over his body. Lips returned to the same place on the back of my neck that he’d nipped at before, but this time his whole mouth applied spine-tingling suction, and I had a moment to wonder why he was so intrigued with that spot before a well-placed thrust hurled me into a climax so sharp it was pleasantly painful. My entire body seized up and I turned my head again and cried out, not caring if the neighbors called the cops about the scream. All I cared about was trying to hold on to the feeling for as long as possible.
Nicholas’ thrusts didn’t stop prolonging my orgasm and sending continuous jolts of pleasure radiating from my cunt into the rest of my body. Before I could come all the way down from the high of climax, I felt his teeth clutch at the already bitten skin on my neck, but where there probably should have been pain, I only felt euphoria and amazingly I felt my body tighten again even harder than before as climax once again crested over my body.
“Nicholas!” I shouted as my body jerked back onto his cock completely out of my control. I clenched my eyes closed so tightly I could see bright bolts of light behind my lids. The last thing I heard was a loud inhuman howl as Nicholas’ hips pressed deeply against me.
The back of my neck tingled as Nicholas’ tongue pressed against the spot while I attempted to come back to my body. I kept my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath and drifted off with the warm feeling of pleasure pillowing over in my mind.
Chapter Nine
I moaned softly as I slipped into wakefulness. After the excitement of yesterday’s abrupt meeting with not only Nicholas’ sister, but also his ex-fiancée, I was feeling a little apprehensive of how today would go.
We’d fallen asleep sometime after the last lazy orgasm and I only vaguely remembered him getting up before the sun was up to go open the gym. Despite how early it was, I wanted to text Kayla and let her know everything that had happened in order to get her opinion—or even advice. But thinking about her and her unknown pregnancy made me anxious. I didn’t know if I’d be able to talk to her and not blurt it out—especially knowing the truth about Benjamin’s own shifter status. Was the baby going to be a shifter when he or she were born? Was that even possible?
Was Kayla a shifter?
And just how many shifters were there in the world? It seemed that in a few short weeks, half of the people I interacted with regularly had become someone new. No, that wasn’t fair. If I think about it, I’d known in the beginning that there was something a little off about Benjamin. Not off in a bad way, but just…different. The fact of how he found Kayla and me, and the way he’d been so intensely focused on her since the beginning. The fact that he could pretty much never say no to her made perfect sense in a weird, shifter-kind of way. The idea that Kayla had no idea about it filled me with unease though. I didn’t like keeping things from her, especially something as big and life changing as this.
“Jesus Benjamin,” I muttered to myself. I opened my eyes surprised at how normal my bedroom looked. It was as if by learning that the world was much bigger and stranger than I’d originally thought, something fundamental had changed for me. That nothing looked different was disconcerting.
I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. Thankfully, Kayla’s wedding wasn’t until later that evening so I could afford to be a little lazy this morning. I glanced over at my alarm clock to make sure it wasn’t too late.
The night before, I’d made sure to keep the thicker, heavier drapes pulled back from the window to let the sun shine in. The sheer inner drapes kept anyone from seeing into my bedroom, but they were thin enough that the sun shone brightly, lighting up my room.
“Maybe I should get up this early more often.” I glanced back up at my ceiling. “And maybe I should stop talking to myself.” I shook my head slightly. “Then again, if I did that, how else would I get my fill of intelligent informati—no seriously, I should really stop talking to myself.” I sat up abruptly swaying a little when my vision grew a little fuzzy. I had a few hours of freedom before I needed to get ready and head over to the venue for pictures, and I knew that to survive the day—I was going to need caffeine.
I threw my covers back and moved over to place my feet on the floor. The wood was a little chilly and I cursed in my head at not having put on socks before I’d gone to bed last night. I stood up carefully so as not to ge
t a head rush like last time and walked out of my bedroom. The house was quiet save for the sounds of the damn birds chirping loudly on the roof. The shrill tweeting made me regret having put up a birdhouse in the backyard, and I absentmindedly wondered if Nicholas’ wolf presence would scare them away. I wondered a lot of things about Nicholas—especially where it concerned his wolf-ness.
I still questioned who he was and where this thing between us was headed. Seeing his ex-fiancée had been more than a little uncomfortable, especially given just how gorgeous she was. Why would anyone pass up someone who looked like her for someone who looked like me? Yes, if I was being honest, I was successful, but I was so not glamorous. Not one iota.
I didn’t like to work out and I definitely didn’t like to dress up. My sweatpants and t-shirts were my most commonly worn items and just the thought of shopping for high heeled shoes made my feet hurt. Kayla had always understood my lack of glam and only pushed me as necessary, but she was also my best and oldest friend, so she’d had time to get used to it. Would Nicholas be okay with that? In the long run? There were so many unknowns involved and I didn’t deal well with surprises.
I sighed to myself as I stepped into the kitchen. I knew I wouldn’t be able to solve anything or answer any of my questions without talking to Nicholas, but I also didn’t want to have to. “If only one of his super wolfy powers was telepathy, then I could just think all of my questions at him,” I said to myself. I reached up to open the cabinet closest to my refrigerator to grab the coffee container. “All these questions and no coffee are giving me a headache.” I popped open the plastic top and took a deep breath in. The deep, heavy scent of dark roast washed pleasantly over me, and I perked up a bit more in response.
The ingrained habit of making my coffee gave my mind little respite from the swirling thoughts that had invaded it. A sharp knock on my front door pulled me from the coffee—and my thoughts. I wasn’t expecting anyone this morning since I told Nicholas to meet me at the venue for the wedding. I took a step towards the door.