All or Nothing [Shadow Creek 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Leah Blake

  In fact, Marco had offered to show Mikhail around the Creek while Nico patrolled the grounds in a few hours.

  Since returning to the Creek, Storme, Marco, and Nico hadn’t been posted to patrol. Raul dispatched a new team to follow leads of another possible lamabra attack, requiring guards to fill those positions. The three of them had been in agreement to work. Marco wasn’t due to patrol until the following night.

  His friend’s acceptance meant a lot to him. Mikhail needed someone on his side beside Nico.

  After hooking up his iPod to a mini speaker on the bathroom vanity, he jacked the water to hot and waited until steam billowed before climbing beneath the scalding spray. The sharp pelts of water kneaded his shoulders and back, melting away the tightness from his excursion. For a long while, he stood beneath the fall, letting the water soak into his skin, yearning for Mikhail’s body to quench the ever-persistent ache in his cock and the void in his spirit.

  When he opened his eyes and lowered his head out of the direct line of the spray, he was delighted to find his yearning had manifested his mate. Mikhail leaned up against the vanity, arms crossed, his gaze pinned to Nico’s naked form through the steamed glass door.

  “Did Cael have anything to report?” Nico asked. He didn’t bother trying to clear away the deep husk that overtook his voice.

  “My brain’s in good shape.”

  Nico laughed. “Well, that’s good to hear.”

  “He healed up the cuts on my back.”

  “I’ll thank him later for that.”

  “Victor paid me a visit.”

  Nico squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his palm. “Yes.”

  “Did you ask him to come by?”

  “Yes.” He lathered up his hair, massaging his scalp. “I think he was best to explain the difference between lamabra and vampire to you.”

  “Oh, he did. And a little more.” Mikhail cleared his throat, drawing Nico’s attention. “He extended an olive branch.”

  “Oh?”

  “Nico, is Victor the new vampire king?”

  Nico paused and turned to his mate. “Why do you ask?”

  Mikhail shrugged. “Some things he told me. He made very blatant points in that graceful way of speech of his and told me I’d figure it out. I’m saying that if he is the new vampire king, I…well…I think he’s going to make an amazing king.”

  Nico turned away and tilted his head under the water again, hiding his grin as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. “Victor is a very rare, and very special, being. We are lucky to have him around.”

  “You won’t confirm my suspicions.”

  “Does it matter if he is or isn’t?”

  “Yes. If he is, hunters should know that they have an ally in him. If not, and a dangerous vampire is the new king—”

  “Ah, listen to you, little one. Defending us.” Nico chuckled when Mikhail grunted. “Is it so bad?”

  “No. It’s not.”

  “Want to come in with me?”

  “Not sure.”

  Nico shook out his head and pierced Mikhail with a hungry look through the glass. He fisted his cock and made a slow, taunting glide of his hand from root to tip and back to root. Mikhail’s eyelids drooped, his arms lowering to his sides.

  “What does your gut tell you about Victor?” Nico asked. He continued the slow, methodical pumping of his cock. Mikhail tugged his shirt off, dropping it to the vanity.

  “I think he’s the king. A very graceful, eloquent king who seems to have the world’s well-being at hand.”

  “You have a keen judge of character, as well.” Nico grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his hands. He resumed his torturous strokes. “Mmm. Take those shorts off and come in here.”

  “Bossy.”

  “Hungry.” Nico arched his back and growled. “Baby, make up your mind.”

  He listened to the shower door open. His body lit up with tingles at Mikhail’s nearness as he pulled the door closed behind him.

  When Mikhail’s palms slid up his slick back, Nico melted into the wild, untamed desire that spread up from his groin. His dick jerked, moisture dripping from his slit as the throb intensified along his shaft. Mikhail pressed his body against Nico’s back. The man licked along his spine, his warm lips pressing kisses every few inches.

  “I missed waking up to you,” Mikhail murmured against his shoulder blade. His wet hands slipped down Nico’s arms, leaving a trail of fire in its stead. “I missed thanking you.”

  “For what, honey?”

  Mikhail’s hands ran over Nico’s hips until one slipped around the root of his cock. Nico swallowed down a moan. To feel his mate’s hands on his dick, his sac, was a drug he’d allow to consume him. His wolf damn near leaped with joy and delight as his body suffered the best kind of torture.

  “For being the rock I have needed all these years.”

  That hand began to glide over the soap-slicked surface of his erection. Nico relinquished his dick to his mate, reached back and grabbed hold of Mikhail’s ass. He pulled him closer, grunting at the exhilaration of his little mate’s hardness prodding his ass cheek. A tremor coursed through the man and resonated in his own body.

  “For being a voice of reason when everyone else was a voice of conformity and expectation.”

  Mikhail’s fingers swirled over his crown, teasing his slit. Nico dug his fingers into the man’s ass, soaking in the sharp gasp from his mate. Sweet spirits, he was humming with that feral hunger to claim.

  “For being a wolf. For being my mate.” Mikhail nuzzled his face between Nico’s shoulders. “God, Nico. You’re beautiful. More than I deserve.”

  Nico tugged Mikhail’s arm until he was face-to-face with the man. He didn’t have time to cup Mikhail’s gorgeous face and pull him in for a slow kiss. Mikhail slung his arms around Nico’s neck and crushed their lips in a wild, starved, unleashed mating of mouths that brought the primal wolf out.

  Mikhail groaned against his mouth, humping against Nico with a demanding urgency that Nico would soon answer. Blindly, he felt around the ledge with his soap and washes for the small bottle of lube he kept handy. Containers crashed to the floor, but he found the bottle and lifted Mikhail off his feet, pressing him to the tiled wall.

  Nico tipped his head back, sank his fingers into Mikhail’s wet hair, and fisted against his mate’s scalp. Mikhail gasped, a furrow deepening between his brows. His copper eyes flashed with excitement and apprehension, a heady blend that Nico craved.

  “You deserve this. I deserve this. We deserve each other, Mikhail, and I want that. I want you.” Nico slid his cock through Mikhail’s crease and growled when the man’s lips parted on a sharp gasp. “I want everything you have and I will give you everything in return.”

  “Yes,” Mikhail hissed. He licked his lips, his heels digging into Nico’s lower back, drawing him closer. “Fuck me, Nico.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice.

  Nico’s nostrils flared as the steam thickened the scent of their mixed arousal. He flicked open the bottle, poured lube onto his fingers, and found the tight little ring of Mikhail’s ass.

  “Hold on, little one.” The hot water pelted his back and sprayed over the side of his face as he hoisted Mikhail higher against the wall and adjusted his body between the cradle of Mikhail’s legs, those same legs that tightened around him. Nico dropped his mouth to his mate’s neck and kissed his way down to his nipple. “I’m about to ruin you.”

  Nico hissed, Mikhail’s fingers grabbing at his hair when he clamped down on his nipple. The man cried out, thrusting his hips forward, sinking himself on two of Nico’s fingers. Nico held his nipple between his teeth, lashing his tongue across the pebbled flesh. He twisted his fingers inside Mikhail’s warm hole, adding a third digit to the tight canal.

  “What…? Oh damn.”

  Nico gently pulled his mouth back, tugging at Mikhail’s nipple until the man screamed and thrashed against the wall. Jizz creamed his stomach, the man’s arousal intensif
ying.

  “Nico!”

  “Easy, baby. Relax.”

  Nico rotated his fingers, locating Mikhail’s sweet spot, and stroked his gland. Mikhail’s fingers squeezed at his scalp until Nico snarled and licked a path to his other nipple. He tended to that lonely puckered peak with the same rush of hunger as he had the first, adoring the way his mate responded. His gasps, jerks, and moans. Everything was a heady concoction that made him want to roar with delight. He found a small piece of comfort in Mikhail’s glory, but his own cock swelled until he thought he’d split in half.

  “NicoNicoNico, not fair.” Mikhail shoved at Nico’s shoulders. Nico tugged back on his nipple, lifting his gaze to watch Mikhail shatter as he cried out. “My god, I’m going to come and…and…”

  Nico rubbed up on his prostate until Mikhail shuddered. He drew out of his body, licking his way up to Mikhail’s chin, and sucked his lower lip between his teeth. His fangs began to taper, his wolf aching for a bite of flesh. A taste of blood.

  Bond.

  “Nico, don’t make me wait.”

  “Why not, darling?” Like he could wait. He was already pouring lube into his hand to slather over his cock. “Why not enjoy the pleasure beforehand?”

  “Fuck you, Nico.” Mikhail wiggled his ass down on Nico’s cock. “I want you and you’re messing with me.”

  “No.” Nico brushed his mouth over Mikhail’s cheek until he reached his ear. He flicked out his tongue, tracing the shell, and basking in the sharp shudder and moan from his mate. “I’m enjoying you. A taste before I devour.”

  Mikhail dropped a hand between them. Nico nibbled along his earlobe and gave a tug when he saw his mate pumping his cock. His first instinct was to stop him. He wanted to make Mikhail explode, not watch.

  Instead, he lubed up and positioned the head of his cock against Mikhail’s tight ring. Mikhail’s hunger-darkened gaze flashed. His nostrils flared and upper lip quivered as it began to pull back from his teeth.

  That dark, starved sound of his wolf rumbled deep in his chest as he breached the entrance to his mate’s body and stilled.

  Sweet spirits, the way Mikhail hugged him as he inched his way deeper and deeper. It was intense, insane, and took every last drop of control for Nico not to pound away. He throbbed, head-to-toe pulsed with need so strong he trembled, sitting the entire length of his erection inside Mikhail. The man squeezed him tight, his back arching off the tiles as he let out a pleasured sound.

  In the throes of lust and passion, embraced by pleasure, Mikhail was a dream. The sight of his mate immersed in sensation could easily make him burst. He was that erotic. That sensual.

  “Oh…god. Move.” The crease between his brows deepened. His hand pumped along his erection faster. He tried to roll his hips, but Nico held him still, getting his bearing before he began to draw out to his tip. “You feel so fucking awesome.”

  “You look awesome, jacking off while I’m fucking your hole.”

  Nico changed his grip on Mikhail’s legs so he could lean back a little and watch his mate take his own pleasure. He held his rhythm steady, trying to hold down the heat boiling up in his balls. For hell’s sake, why couldn’t he stop shaking?

  “Move faster. I need it faster.”

  Nico tried to grin, but his lips curled into a snarl. He wanted faster. He wanted harder. He wanted to hammer into his little mate until the man screamed his name over and over. He kept control because he didn’t want to hurt Mikhail.

  Until Mikhail began humping him, throwing off the rhythm.

  “Stop that, Mikhail.” Nico grabbed hold of his waist and sat him down on his dick. Hard. Mikhail crooned. “Damn it.” He ground his hips, watching Mikhail’s eyes widen and his lips part on loud gasps. “That’s right, baby. You need to learn patience.”

  “I-I can’t with you.” Mikhail’s hand jolted against his dick, his smooth pumping motion disrupted. “You’ve already ruined me, Nico. This need is beyond my control.”

  “Hell.” Why fight it? “It’s supposed to be.”

  “It’s driving me crazy.” Mikhail writhed against him. “Please, Nico.” He stroked Nico’s cheek with trembling fingers. “Please.”

  Holy hell, if hearing his mate beg didn’t turn him on to scorching.

  “I ache. I burn. I-I don’t even know what I’m feeling because you’re fucking me up in the head. My entire body is like a ball of electricity, zapping and tingling and waiting for that moment when it grounds…oh, god, please.”

  Nico caught one of Mikhail’s fingers between his teeth and teased the rough pad with his tongue. His mate’s pupils stretched until all that was left was a halo of copper.

  “You know how good you feel around my dick? How hot and tight your ass is?” He dipped his head and swirled his tongue through the hollow of his hunter’s neck. “How much am I stretching you?”

  “You’re huge, wolf. I’ve never been so filled.”

  He stole small licks along Mikhail’s neck. “Mmm. Your skin tastes like summer rain.”

  “And your mouth like sin.”

  Nico lifted his mouth to Mikhail’s and held his lips a breath away. “Delicious?”

  “Oh god.” Mikhail’s hand slipped around Nico’s slick neck and held his head steady. “I want no other. Ever.”

  An honest admission that cinched Nico’s heart.

  He allowed Mikhail to pull him in for another brutal kiss as he gave his mate exactly what he begged for. What he, himself craved.

  Each thrust of his hips drove his dick deep, rubbing against Mikhail’s prostate. He drowned in the soft mewls and moans that he swallowed amidst the tangle of their tongues. He lost himself in the heat of Mikhail’s body, his embrace, the scent of his juice, the pleasure he took and he gave.

  Nico grunted, pounding hard and fast. He took what he craved, what he so desperately needed, seeking that intimacy, that claiming, that becoming of one with his mate.

  “Not…enough.”

  “No.” Nico shook his head when their kiss tore apart. His fangs descended, the wolf sensing the throbbing pulse and the rush of blood beneath Mikhail’s skin. The call to bite beckoned him, a siren’s song in his mindless pleasure.

  Bite, Nico. Bite. Just one little nip. One little sip. He’ll be yours.

  Nico caught himself peeling his lips back from his teeth. Teeth that hovered so close to Mikhail’s shoulder. He threw his head back, releasing a distressed howl.

  “I’m so close, Nico. Ohh…hell. Yes! So fucking close.”

  Nico squeezed his eyes shut as the fire in his balls licked up along his cock. He plunged from tip to root, seeking that sweet release, desperate to pour himself into Mikhail’s little ass.

  Desperate not to bite his mate.

  Mikhail’s body stiffened and bowed. Muscles clamped down around Nico’s cock a split moment before the man screamed.

  “Nee-coooo!”

  Nails bit into his shoulders. Heels dug into his back. Warm cum splashed against his stomach. The mind-whirling scent of his jizz made his mouth water, his balls draw up, and that fierce fire launch through his erection on a merciless wave.

  Nico roared, riding each deafening throb hard. He poured himself into his mate, his body tense, contracting. Bliss stole his breath. Sheer ecstasy shattered his mind. He broke, tore, split into two, three, a million pieces.

  Exquisite, pure, raw pleasure.

  The last wave of his orgasm stole the tension from his muscles, leaving him weak, shaking, and panting for breath. Mikhail’s head hung close to his until he leaned heavily against his mate. His legs barely held them both, but he managed not to drop Mikhail in the minutes of his post-coital euphoria. He listened to the gasping breaths of his mate, the rapid pace of his heart, and imagined hearing those two things for the rest of his life.

  He could. He could imagine every minute, every day, Mikhail by his side. Mikhail waiting for him to return from a night of patrolling. Mikhail possibly patrolling with him.

  Eventually, his stren
gth returned. He lowered Mikhail to unsteady legs and pulled them both beneath the shower’s spray. Silently, Nico began washing his little mate, certain to get every crevice of his body while he committed each and every curve to memory. Cael had, indeed, healed his back, only faint white marks left behind. Yes, Mikhail wore old scars along his back, his arms, and a few on his chest. Each one, Nico traced, then kissed.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, straightening up behind Mikhail. He switched out the soap for shampoo, and took his time lathering up Mikhail’s hair. A ghost of a grin touched his lips when Mikhail leaned back into him and moaned. “Only the beginning, little mate.”

  “You. Are. Amazing.”

  “I’m glad you gave me the opportunity to show you how amazing I can be.”

  “I’m glad, too.”

  Another admission, one filled with sincerity.

  Nico rinsed the shampoo from Mikhail’s hair. His mate rubbed his hands over his face and shook his head, splashing water droplets throughout the shower. He smiled at Nico.

  “My turn.”

  Nico gave himself over to Mikhail’s fluid touch as he washed him down, taking his sweet time placing kisses here and there.

  Yeah, Nico wasn’t giving up his mate anytime soon. Like ever.

  When they were through, Nico shut off the water and slipped an arm around Mikhail’s waist. His hunter twisted in his arm and pressed his palms flat to Nico’s chest. He brought his water-slick body flush to Nico.

  “Next time, I’m going to fuck you and make you suffer like you made me.”

  Nico laughed, kissing the corner of Mikhail’s mouth. “I don’t think so. I top. I think you enjoy being bottom.”

  Mikhail angled his head and took Nico in a long, slow, sweeping kiss. When he ended the kiss, he kept their lips close, moist skin brushing. “Got me. I like having you inside me too much to argue that point.”