So when Sean’s pulse of magic pushed against me, rather than push back, I drank it in, feeding on the ragey feelings. It incited a jealousy-fueled string of curses which I somehow managed to only mutter under my breath as I stormed off.
Riding the envy train, I marched down the hall toward Lindsey’s workspace, slowing only when I was near the door. And yes, I was tiptoeing. And eavesdropping. I didn’t care how unprofessional or ridiculous, I couldn’t control myself.
Lindsey giggled, her voice soft, like he was standing close to her. “I would just love something like that. A little edgier. Maybe across my back.”
“I like your style just fine. It suits you.”
“What do you think of this one?” she asked softly.
Peeking around the corner, I don’t know how I managed to stay quiet when I saw that she’d slid her sweater off her shoulder, exposing the red strap of her bra and a tattoo, her adoring gaze fixed on Nico mere inches next to her.
A spike of adrenaline shot through my system like an arrow ripping through my chest. My knees buckled. If that wasn’t enough, he lifted his hand and traced a finger along the curve of her shoulder before righting her sweater and leaning in to tell her something. Or to kiss her!
I couldn’t watch. Whatever was about to happen next, I didn’t want to see it.
I turned around and sped diagonally across the hall into the kitchen. I turned on the Keurig and started opening and closing, slamming actually, cabinets to find the coffee, a coffee cup, and possibly some whiskey.
What the hell was he doing? How could he imply he wanted something with me a few days ago and already be dating her?
I’m tired of waiting, Violet.
I winced at the memory and the stark pain in his eyes that I’d ignored right before he’d kicked me out.
Well, I can’t say he wasn’t a man of his word. He sure as shit wasn’t waiting. I was shaking with fury. I’d finally gotten the message from my psychic eye that I should go for the asshat and he’d already moved on?! Was this some kind of cosmic joke?
I popped a K-cup of dark coffee into the Keurig then pulled down my favorite mug that read No one cares, work harder. When I hit the on button, I felt him come into the kitchen behind me.
There was never any doubt whenever Nico walked into a room. His wolf energy buzzed along my skin, warning me that a hunter was near.
Normally, I got a little high from that sensation. Today, I wanted to swing the toaster off the counter and hit him across the head with it.
He walked behind me and opened the fridge. I tapped my spoon on the counter, possibly a little maniacally, trying to make my coffee percolate faster with wishing before I lost my goddamn mind.
When it finally finished, I moved my cup aside then spun around to find him looking in the fridge. For what, heaven only knows, because it was only ever stocked with creamer, condiments, and leftovers.
“Do you mind?”
He glanced up, brows raised, looking adorable and innocent as fuck. I couldn’t help but zone in on his mouth, trying to determine if they looked redder, as if recently kissed. The rage returned ten-fold. I clenched my jaw tight, pretty sure I tasted molar dust, refusing to spew out what I wanted to say right now.
He pulled out my Almond Silk creamer and passed it over without a word. I snatched it from him and went back to my coffee, pouring fast, then sloshing the coffee over the lip when I stirred too furiously.
“You’re welcome,” he said, sounding amused.
That motherfucker. I spun around, glaring daggers at his back as he finally pulled out a low-fat yogurt and reached into a drawer for a spoon.
Ha! Yogurt? What was he doing, trying to stay fit for his new boo?
Without even thinking, I telekinetically grabbed the loaf of bread sitting on top of the fridge and threw it straight at his face. It bounced off his big-ass head and rolled off his shoulder to the floor with a fluffy plop.
He froze in the middle of tearing the foil lid off the yogurt, his eyes flicking down at the flood then up to me, his mouth open in complete shock.
“Did you just throw a loaf of bread at me?”
I stood there, fists balled at my sides, glancing at the bowl of apples on the table. I swear, I couldn’t control myself. I lifted one with my magic and shot it at his chest. Hard. He deflected it, sending it slamming into a cabinet. His eyes narrowed, his expression hardening to granite.
Oh, he was pissed? I knew I was acting irrationally, but I didn’t give a damn. I just wanted to hit him with something. Hard!
I looked at the toaster.
“Don’t you dare, Violet.” His voice was all dark and dominant and wolf.
My heartrate spiked with a mixture of fear and excitement, my anger boiling. I held his gaze and lifted the toaster with my magic, but before I could throw it at his stupid, fine-ass face, he dove for me.
I yelped and lunged out the door, throwing two dining chairs in his way with a flick of my hand over my shoulder. With no effort, he leaped over them. Then I was running.
“You better run,” he growled, right on top of me.
I sprinted with all the speed my long legs would take me, zipping down the main hall, feeling his heat right behind me. I flew past all the workspaces on the right then past the lobby that opened up on the left, trying to make it to the back door, yet knowing I never would.
Then I yipped as I was suddenly lifted off my feet, a strong arm banding my waist. The supply closet door opened. He swung us both inside then slammed the door shut and pinned me with my back to the door, my wrists manacled above my head. I looked up into wolf-green eyes. His head dipped low, and he bared his teeth. “Any reason you’re trying to hurt me?”
“If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve crushed you with the fridge.”
He huffed out a laugh, though his mouth never formed a smile. “Semantics.” He tossed that word back at me from our last conversation at his house. “What was that all about?” His voice was all growl.
I clamped my mouth shut, glaring at him with my pent-up anger at the thought of his mouth on hers, his body against hers. As if he could read my mind, he pressed his full weight against me, chest to chest, thighs to thighs.
“I’m pissed at you,” I gritted out.
Then he dropped his head lower and grazed his nose up the side of my neck, crooning, “I noticed.” He retraced the same line back down my throat with his tongue. My insides liquefied, but I kept myself rigid, unyielding, even as he nuzzled my ear. “Tell me what made you go hell-cat.”
I whimpered but refused to open my mouth. That is, until he opened his own and bit the slope of my neck, hard enough to sting. I gasped before hissing, “Stop that.” But the words sort of fluttered out of my mouth and fell to the floor. Like my self-control.
When he licked the spot, a helpless moan vibrated deep in my throat. Piercing me with predatory eyes, he grazed his nose along the side of mine. Soft, slow, petting. His wolf was caressing me, teasing me.
“Let me guess.” His voice was all beast, ocean dark and fathoms deep. “You were spying on me and Lindsey.”
I tried to jerk my hands free, gritting my teeth in my fury, but his strength was a powerful force. Well beyond me physically. I could’ve used magic, but I’d told him the truth. I didn’t want to hurt him. And if I were totally honest, feeling the force of his brute strength had me beyond turned on.
“Did you kiss her?” I spat, seething.
His lips were a bare whisper away from mine. “No.” The intensity of his gaze heated further. “You really think I want her?” There was definite amusement in his voice.
I narrowed my eyes to slits. His smile widened.
“I don’t care,” I snipped like a petulant child.
“Such a bad liar.”
“I hate you.”
“Still lying.”
“Stop talking and fucking kiss me.”
“There’s my girl.”
He slanted his mouth over mine, taking zero time to
push his tongue inside. Our moans mingled as he held my wrists with one hand and reached between us to clamp his hand over my breast with the other.
It was a possessive grip. Not a subtle or gentle touch, but a hard and domineering claim of ownership. That in itself shot a wave of heat between my legs. Nico wasn’t wasting time. He was a visceral man of action.
I rocked up against him helplessly. I could taste his aggression, a hard pulse in the air that scraped against my skin. I wanted to swallow it down and let it rattle my bones.
While lapping fiercely inside my mouth, he kicked my feet apart and ground right between my legs, his dick a steel pipe inside those jeans.
My head spun, intoxicated on his pheromones, on the delicious friction between my legs. Hiking one leg over his hip, I rubbed my pussy against him, frantic to get him inside me.
He tweaked my nipple through my thin shirt and bra, swallowing my sexual sounds of desperation and pleasure, then he slipped his hand to the hem of my shirt and yanked it up. He released my wrists to pull the shirt off then tossed it aside.
“Nico.” I dug my nails into his shoulders, but he was already tugging my bra straps down and lowering his head.
When his mouth opened on my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, the pulse between my legs became a constant throb. Heady. This was escalating at an astronomical pace, and I didn’t care. I couldn’t think past fuck me, Nico, please fuck me.
I clenched my fingers in his hair, pressing him closer, demanding him not to stop. He circled my taut nub with his tongue before latching on again, sucking hard. I moaned, nails scraping his scalp.
“Are we actually going to fuck for the first time in a supply closet?” I panted.
He lifted his head freakishly fast, his hand circling my throat, and froze. He didn’t squeeze, just held me still, another sign his wolf was fully in charge. I loved it.
His gaze intensified as the caged animal behind his eyes all but declared victory at my admission we were about to have sex.
I might be a fumbling imbecile when it came to actual relationships with men, but I also knew that when my body wanted a man this badly, there wasn’t anything that was going to stop me. Right now, I just wanted him in.
And what must’ve seen in my eyes was reflected in his own. Stark lust—brutally raw and starving.
Easing close until his mouth was against mine, he whispered, “I’ll fuck you wherever you want me to.” His thumb grazed my pulse, his fire-gaze burning me up with feral hunger. “But it’ll be my way.”
I smiled a little at his super-alpha rising to the surface. Lots of supernaturals tended to be dominant, but I’d heard werewolves were intensely so in bed. Evie had even mentioned it a time or two, right before she blushed and got that dopey, drugged look in her eyes.
“Whatever you want, wolfie.”
We had both been powder kegs waiting to go off ever since that first contact two years ago. There was no mistaking that now. I don’t even know how I kept us apart this long.
My hands were shaking as I pushed up his shirt, needing skin. He stopped long enough to strip it off. When I went for my pants, trying to unsnap and unzip as fast as possible, panting like I’d run a goddamn marathon, he lifted me by the waist and turned me around. There was a table for T-shirt folding with a box of the logo T-shirts sitting on top. He knocked it all off with one sweep and bent me over the table.
“Yes. God. Please.”
I started to lift up onto my arms, but he growled and pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me back to the table.
I wanted to touch him, to feel him, but he wasn’t listening any longer. As soon as he’d stripped my jeans and panties down to my ankles, I expected to feel him plunge deep. But when his hot mouth opened on my slit, I jerked and cried out.
His vibrating groan as he licked and sucked added a layer of pleasure along with his tongue. He spread my lips apart with his thumbs and licked with long strokes, then he slid a finger through my folds before spreading a slick circle around my clit, still fucking me with his tongue. I grabbed the edge of the table, trying to hold on and not buck against him, the sensation so intense I was already about to come.
“Dammit. Get it in.”
“So impatient,” he growled and bit my ass.
I jumped when he slid two fingers inside me, and I came so hard and fast my vision blurred at the edges. I cried out while he continued pumping inside me, moaning his appreciation, whispering words of praise.
When he pulled his fingers out, he opened his hot mouth on me again, already stoking a fire that hadn’t nearly died out. If anything, I was more eager to feel him stretching me, filling me.
I reached back and managed to clench my fingers into his hair. “Nico,” I demanded.
He chuckled but lifted away. I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper unzipping, and the distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper.
“Music to my fucking ears,” I mumbled, pushing up onto my elbows.
He leaned over me, bracing one arm on the table by my head, and licked a line up my spine that made me arch and jut my ass up into the air.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled as he nipped my shoulder.
“Yeah? What do I taste like?”
He fisted my hair and turned my head so we were nose to nose, mouth to mouth. Something primitive sparked in those electric eyes before he rumbled, “Like mine.”
Then he sank inside me with one sharp thrust. I gasped at the sudden invasion, clenching my eyes closed. So thick. So full. He held still, not moving, his lips sweeping across mine, holding me still with his tight fist in my hair.
“Look at me, Violet,” he whisper-rumbled against my mouth. “Open those beautiful fucking eyes.”
So quiet, yet the power of his voice had me obeying him at once. Only then did he start to move, pumping in slow and deep, holding me captive with that feral gaze. Every slide of his thick cock was better than the last. The wet sound of raw sex heightened my arousal.
“God, Nico,” I breathed against his mouth.
“And you kept us from this for two years.” His fist in my hair stung when he tightened just a little more. Punishing me. I deserved it.
“I’m so fucking stupid.”
He really had no idea how much, but I’d wait to tell him later. Right now, all I could think was harder. Deeper.
He grinned before giving me a quick, wet kiss. Then he straightened, released my hair, and gripped my hips, his long fingers digging into my skin.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Need you to come soon.”
I glanced over my shoulder, shivering at the slits of green staring down at where his dick entered my body, flesh slapping flesh.
“Can’t hold on much longer, huh?” I teased.
He lifted a hand and slapped my ass. Hard. When I jolted, my pussy clenching, he hissed in through his teeth.
“Fuck, Violet.” He gripped my hips tighter and growled, “Do as I say.”
I gulped hard at the sheer dominance in his voice. I was so goddamn turned on.
“Yes, sir.” It came out sassy, and his answering growl catapulted me toward another orgasm.
I gripped the front of the table again with one hand and reached between my legs with the other, circling my slick clit with two fingers. Laying my cheek to the table, I moaned at the euphoric sensation of my wet fingers sliding and his driving rhythm and my nipples rubbing against the cold table with each thrust.
When I felt myself climbing fast, I reached up and held onto the edge with both hands, my moaning gasps filling the small room. He reached down and lifted one of my legs, bending my knee to rest on the table and opening me wider. Then he really started pounding me. He took over, stroking my clit fast and hard.
“Fuck!” I cried out as I came, my sex squeezing his dick.
He pinched my clit while continuing to fuck my brains out, sending me into one of those out-of-body orgasms. Before my moans had even died, he moved his hand from betwee
n my legs to my thigh, squeezing to the point of pain. I didn’t think he meant to. He was lost to his own orgasm as he fell forward onto his other forearm and bit my shoulder—that was definitely going to leave a bruise—his animalistic groan vibrating from his chest to my back.
He shuddered then stilled, his dick swelling bigger as he came, the stretching sensation making me whimper with pleasure.
I couldn’t move. Just lay there, panting and grinning like an idiot. He wasn’t much better. His weight on top of me was heavy, but I didn’t care. It felt so good. He felt so good. This was so fucking good.
“Damn,” I muttered after a few minutes.
He laughed, his bare chest shaking since it was still pressed to my back.
“Yeah,” he breathed into my ear before pressing a kiss below my lobe. With a heavy sigh, he lifted up and pulled out of me, helping me get my leg down and foot firmly planted on the ground. Because, let’s face it, my legs were jelly, my body completely useless in post-orgasmic bliss.
By the time Nico had disposed of the condom, zipped up and got his shirt back on, I’d managed to straighten my bra and that was it. I stood there, still breathing heavy and staring at the sex god in front of me. He caught me looking, a sinful smile spreading across his face.
“Need some help?”
“Mmhmm.”
I wasn’t proud. I could barely move, still stunned that I’d been cock-blocking him all this time.
“Here we go.”
He knelt in front of me, looking up as he eased my panties up my legs. That knowing smile—smug and satisfied that he’d made me explode like a nuclear bomb—remained on his chiseled face. There was also a touch of warm affection there.
He trailed his long, perfect fingers down the backs of my thighs and calves, a tender caress, to my jeans and pulled those back on too. After zipping and snapping, he leaned forward and brushed his mouth on my belly before pressing his forehead there as he wrapped his hands around my waist and squeezed. I couldn’t help but comb a hand through his sex-mussed hair.
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