Chapter 28: Nikolas: Going to Hell

*NIKOLAS*

I wake up to the feel of a hot mouth wrapped around my cock. Glancing down in the dark, I catch sight of a head of fiery red hair hovering over me. Claire’s mouth. *Claire*. The feel of her pert lips wrapped around me is enough to drive me mad with need, the barely restrained beast inside of me already rearing to life. Her hand grips the base of my cock firmly, working me into her mouth in torturous strokes.

Shit, she’s perfect.

Her skin is burning up and I know that she’s riding another wave of her Heat and needs to be filled.

I’ve heard of how intense Heats can be—frenzied and demanding and feverish— but I never knew they could be quite like *this*. This irascible and all-consuming, unquenchable desire for one another. No matter what her body is demanding, she’s got to be exhausted. I had barely gotten her to get to sleep last night.

After getting Claire cleaned off in the icy bathtub that Vivian had run for her, her skin had cooled off enough that I’d been able to coax a few bites of food into her. When she’d finally refused that, I got her off on my fingers a few times in the cabin’s bed before I finally was able to get her to sleep for a few— though very brief— hours.

I’m not complaining though— no way in hell would I ever do that. But in the back of my mind, a needle of worry for her and the desire to keep her safe, keeps working its way to the surface of my thoughts.

A low growl rips from my throat as she continues to work me, squeezing me with her hand. She slides her mouth over me until I’m sure I won’t be able to hold out any longer. Before that happens, I grab both sides of her face, pulling her up my body to take her lips with mine in a slow, luxurious kiss.

I swallow down her breathless moans into my mouth and fuck I love the taste of them. More than anything. She’s the goddamn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I roll us until she’s beneath me, hovering above her perfect body. Her skin is beautifully flushed, her full round breasts heaving with her rapid breathing. I know the sight of her will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.

I stroke my hands up her thighs, gripping them tightly as I push them apart. She readily opens for me.

“Now, Nik. *Please*. Need more, ” She almost sobs.

I want to go slower this time, but desire and need have blended into an adrenaline-fueled cocktail in my blood. I bury one hand into that gorgeous and fiery red hair and send the other diving between her legs. She's decadently wet. I’ve barely touched her yet and her pussy is already ready for me. My cock gives a convulsive twitch and I feel a hot burst of moisture flow from the tip.

In the next moment I’m on my knees between her legs, and she’s spread out under me like a sacrifice.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpers as I take my throbbing dick in one hand. I’m not even sure she realizes she’s saying it. I know it’s the Heat talking, but I love this needy, demanding side of her way more than I know I should. I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I wanted to. Not after knowing what awaits me between her legs.

I press my cock at her entrance, notched it into place, and thrust in, seating myself fully in one quick motion.

She and I both moan in relief. Her eyelids flutter with her pleasure.

I pull out a few inches, reveling in the slick, wet slide of her flesh against mine. She hitches her thighs higher around my waist and squeezes. The sound of her ensuing whimper is an exquisite torture to my ears. She’s already clenching around me, right on the edge of another orgasm. My grip on her other hips is bruising as I thrust in and out, grinding against her with every thrust. I push further into her, going deeper this time.

“Gods, yes,” she moans.

I pull back out almost to the tip and drive back in on a vicious upthrust. Her tight muscles clench against my invasion for an agonizing moment as I slide back into her tight, wet clutch, better than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s ecstasy. Her legs spasm restlessly around my hips and her inner walls flutter around me.

I duck my head to lick over one nipple, then the other. She shivers under me and arches her back, giving me better access. I take one lightly between my teeth and pinch as I thrust in and that is all it takes. I feel her orgasm slam into her. It’s familiar to me now. I know I’ll never forget or get over the way it feels to have Claire fall apart on my cock.

Those slick, tight inner walls clamp down on my aching erection as I impale her on it. My vision goes black as those walls squeeze down on me with an explosion of ripples. Beads of sweat break out on my forehead and back as I continue thrusting, holding out as her tremors finally gentle to delicate squeezes.

She clings to me like I’m her salvation, her entire body vibrating from the orgasm still working its way through her. I let her quivering center pull my release from me. I let go with growl as I empty myself inside of her, riding out the high that’s overtaken me.

I roll to the side as her body goes limp beside me. Her wild curls tickling my skin. Her breathing is even now and she runs her nose along my throat.

*I’m going to be addicted to her when this is over.* The revelation slams into me like a ton of bricks.

I’d known the risks in coming here to the cabin, of letting her use my body for relief from the Heat— had known that it could be a mistake. There are reasons why I’ve never volunteered to assist with anyone’s Heat before. Aside from the fact that there has never been anyone that I’ve wanted to be locked in a cabin with for days on end, there are risks involved for the males going into something like this.

For Shifter males, consuming and being consumed by a female in this way can bring out our baser, more *animalistic* natures. Bringing with it attachment and our more extreme territorial instincts over the female we grow attached to. And the more Shifter forms a male possesses, the higher the chance of attachment and the stronger those instincts become. That’s why, when we’re vetting males for the Heat volunteer list, we make it a priority to weed out the males with a higher number Shifting forms, choosing males with only one form if possible.

I have *five* Shifting forms.

And while I knew the risks, I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d tried. Hadn’t even *wanted* to try.

And as I watch her relax into the mattress beside me with a soft, satisfied smile, I know I would risk it a thousand times over to be the one here seeing those smiles. I tug her into my side and she curls up against my chest, warm skin pressing blissfully into mine. A warmth settles into my chest that I don’t want to put a name to. I’m past the point of no return, but if I’m going to hell, at least I’m going there with the memory of her lips with me.