Chapter 86 A Taste Of Crimson
❀ Maeve ❀
I slept off in the tub.
When I came to, Nikolai was lifting my naked, pruned body out of the now-freezing water.
“Your exhaustion is palpable. You’ve been through so much within such a short time.”
I could only nod.
There was no truer statement. My life had taken turns I could never have dreamed of.
He set me on the settee and dried me, his movements slow and intentional. Instead of relaxing me, though, his touches lit a fire ignored for too long.
I followed the strokes of the drying cloth with my eyes. Purred when his skin grazed mine. When he massaged some sweet-smelling ointment onto my skin, I nearly vibrated off my perch.
He made no note of my reactions, stubbornly choosing to tend to my over‑soaked skin with rapt attention.
Then I caught an unsuccessful attempt to hide the stirring at his front.
He was going to great lengths to put off the inevitable. Why?
Did he still think I was angry at him? Or did he know he’d be at my mercy in the throes of passion?
The realization triggered a defiant itch in me, and I covered his hand with my own.
He glanced up at me, jaw locked. His eyes flashed vivid crimson, darker red at the edges. Gold flecks reflected in his hungry gaze.
Without a word, without breaking eye contact, I moved his hand to cup my breast.
My lips fell open.
He dragged in a sharp inhale.
His hand was cold and large against my hardened nipple, fingers spanning the entire half of my chest.
“Don’t overtax yourself. You need to rest,” he rasped.
“What I need is to feel your piston in my soaking depths, Nikolai. Would you deny me even that?”
He froze. If I hadn’t known him a second ago, I’d have thought him a statue.
Then he tightened his hand around my breast in a shuddering squeeze.
I bit my lip at the rush of his scent. Heat thrummed between my legs, and like a magnet, his other hand was drawn there.
Now he cupped my pussy and my chest, and my breaths rushed uneven. My chest rose and fell with urgency.
“I need you,” I whimpered.
“I live to serve you,” was his response.
Our lips met.
I pulled him in by the nape, deepening the kiss until we were breathing for each other. Tongues twining, hands roving, I moaned into his mouth.
I swallowed the groan he made when I traced his erect member with a finger. Then I covered the unyielding bulge with my whole hand.
My fingers did not meet.
“You madden me, Milaya,” he gritted. “Send me right out of my mind.”
“Then return the favour,” I dared.
He pulled back from the kiss, fixing me with a heated stare. “So says the queen.”
One wet kiss on my jaw led to hundreds more scattered over my neck and shoulders.
My head fell back. My core clenched with anticipation, hands never leaving his pulsing rod.
So this was how it felt to be worshipped?
He moved the base of his wrist against my mons, grinding my bud in achingly slow circles.
“Kiss me there, Nikolai.” I bucked into his palm. “I miss your kisses. I don’t know how I’ve managed to live without them.”
“There’s nothing I want more.” His head dipped.
I held my breath.
He gave a devilish kiss, his lips deliberately parted. With the softest suction and lightest flick of his tongue, I ascended.
“Ah!” My back bowed on the settee, my fingers desperately finding purchase on his shoulders.
Muscles rippled in his neck and arms as he forced himself to go slow.
I felt him shudder on me, one hand still caressing my breast, the other holding my thigh open in a savage grip.
“Like heaven,” he murmured in between kisses.
Then he stuck his tongue in.
My breath seized, one thought blaring in my mind: maybe it wouldn’t be so bad staying in Veilmoor.
With such a sinful vampire, my very own queendom, and wealth beyond dreams, what more could I ask for?
Somehow, my center clenched hard as I remembered what else I coveted.
My wolf mate.
“Mmmhhh…” Nikolai grunted as he sucked and licked me. “You grow ever wetter for me, my sweet girl.”
Shivers racked my body with each nonsensical sigh and whimper. His scent twined with mine, the familiar notes making me ache with need.
I rolled my hips harshly. My lower lip stung from so many bites.
“You ache for me?”
“Yesss…” I hissed.
I was completely naked, panting, and slick. He was still fully clothed.
He pulled off his shirt. I shredded his pants with my claws.
His magnificent flesh bobbed out. Large and pink, with a bulbous head that made my mouth water.
In my hand, it was warm. Heavy.
“I’m going to taste you,” I told him, sliding down the settee to reach—
He stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder. Before I could complain, he set a foot on the seat, positioning his cock in my line of sight.
I sighed. “You’re such a gorgeous male, my love.”
With my thumb, I swiped at the bead of seed welling at his tip.
He sucked in a ragged breath.
How would he taste this time? It’d been so long…
Wasting no time, I wrapped my lips around his tip.
He bucked, then seemed to fight to still his hips.
“Mmmmhhhh…” I moaned, vibrating his cock in my mouth.
“Ruin me. Take me,” he bit out, fingers kneading my scalp.
He painstakingly controlled the pace, visibly shivering when I tongued the taut tip of him.
Gripping his hips tightly, I sucked him with a passion rivaling any other.
Mine. Always. Mine.
His veins thudded under my ministrations, cock twitching with every lick.
My eyes rolled back in my head, my consciousness ascending, melding with his essence.
I feverishly sucked for more of his salt‑tinged seed, greedily inhaled his lust‑filled scent.
My fangs ached, dropping faster than I could control them.
I dimly registered my hands tightening on his hips even more to still him.
Watched, as though from a distance, as my lips cinched around his member—
His hands shot to my face, cradling without pulling me back. “Fuuuck. Milaya…”
I’d sunk my fangs into his cock.
And gods help us both, nothing would take them off his thick, delicious shaft.
I bit down harder to make sure—