Chapter 111 Taste of Rage
❀ Maeve ❀
The only other thing as magical as my greenhouse in Veilmoor was the thermal cave beneath IronWolf fortress I’d experienced with Bastian.
Even now, as the wispy silk of my nightdress brushed over my aching nipples, all I could think of was him.
And Nikolai, naturally.
No more was I going to pretend I didn’t want both my mates, at the same time, sexually.
I sighed, turning my face up. The large glass lamp in the middle of the ceiling spilled soft light in a cascade of sunset yellow.
The blue ones around the thin wire walls competed in all their brilliance.
I’d left Nikolai a letter. I had no doubt he would honor it.
Having fed and rested, he would be in top shape. Strong and virile. My thighs pressed together in anticipation.
Still, nervousness peeked its ugly head.
Tonight, I would mark my vampire mate. Tonight, I would awaken my full powers.
I wondered what shade my wolf’s fur would be.
Silver as my hair, or black as my cold, dead heart.
Despite the guilt warring in me over what I was about to do, I would push on—
The air warped before me. My breath caught.
We stared at each other. While my gaze ran from his strong jaw to his massive chest, his eyes blazed a path from my face to my exposed breasts.
The top part of my dress covered my nipples and not much else. White tufts of fabric lined the edges.
My flesh stood creamy and round, nipples budded painfully.
When his scent wafted softly around me, mixing with the scented candles, I melted.
His throat bobbed.
Then our eyes met.
His were a brilliant crimson, darkened at the edges with wild, untamable lust.
“Milaya…” he crooned appreciatively.
He circled the soft bed I’d had moved to the middle of the greenhouse, right beside the statement water fountain.
Mist from the fountain kissed my skin. His perusal tickled, pebbling my skin in goosebumps.
I let him stalk me. Felt him burn holes in my open back.
When his fingers ghosted over my spine, I bit my lip. Hard.
“A seasoned vampire such as me can recognize a trap such as this.” His voice was a thick rasp. He sounded on the verge of falling upon me.
My thighs subtly tensed, trapping my heat there.
“A trap?” I asked, voice innocent. “Is it really a steal if it’s obvious?”
He stopped behind me. I felt him lean forward until his lips tickled my ear. “I would step into the sun if you were spread out beneath it.”
I shivered. “Your words, not mine.”
He sat on the feather bed, his weight tilting me against his hard body. “I don’t make utterances lightly.”
“And I take them literally,” I returned.
His eyes glinted.
“So you trust me?” I asked, my hand straying high on his thigh. I didn’t get far before encountering something thick. Hard.
“No more than you trust me.”
Which was not much, indeed.
My lips curled as I placed my hands on his chest. “The hard way, then?”
My vampire grinned back, fangs gleaming in the dancing lights. “Indeed.”
I pressed a tentative kiss to his nose, then the corners of his lips. An apology.
My gentle foray soon blazed into a searing kiss. Nikolai cupped my head, suckling and groaning into it in that way I loved. Greedy. Consuming.
He raised a knee between my thighs, brushing my throbbing clit between us.
I moaned into the kiss, claws curling and digging into his chest.
The scent of his blood was like fuel on a wildfire.
We parted, both of us staring down at my claws lodged in his flesh. Red liquid welled up around them.
When he looked at me, my spine tingled. His gaze was full of promise. Retribution. In the sweetest, most mind-consuming way.
He grabbed my ass with splayed fingers.
I hissed in a breath, arching my back as he thrust upward.
I closed my eyes and he tutted.
“Ah-ah,” he sneered. “Look at what you do to me.” His other hand gripped my jaw to steady my face. “My control, gone. Authority fracturing. You turn me inside out.”
His breath whispered over my neck, harsh sniffs following.
I ground my hips down on him, drunk on lust. On him.
“This is just the beginning,” I said.
Using the element of surprise, I grabbed both his hands and cuffed him to the hidden metal above his head.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t struggle.
Just tilted his head in curious amusement.
“You’re playing with fire. So much that I fear for you.” Excitement and want swirled in his eyes.
I had a tilted smile of my own. He didn’t know these cuffs were infused. Even he couldn’t break them.
They’d cost a vow to end Nikolai’s oath to end Lilith’s life.
Now it was my turn to graze his throat with my fangs.
I ripped off his shirt with both hands, fabric flying behind me.
His skin was cold to the touch, but electric. Soft.
My toes curled just feeling his hardened cock pressed against me.
A flash of Bastian’s face assailed my senses.
To have Nikolai restrained like this, writhing on his shaft while Bastian took my back door—
I whimpered with need.
“Take what you want,” came Nikolai’s fervent demand. “Do your will before I break out of these cuffs.”
I looked up at him, core wet and clenching. “You won’t be breaking out of anything, my darkness.”
His brows furrowed, but he didn’t attempt it.
I slid my hand down between us, grasping his hot shaft. A moan built in my throat.
Can’t wait any longer.
I parted my legs, arching down to meet his tip.
Nikolai shuddered beneath me as we made contact. His muscles bunched, tense against the cuffs. But he wasn’t trying to get out—yet.
I wiggled my hips, spreading my wetness over the wide head of his cock…
Nikolai surged upward, sending his rigid member sliding over my pussy. “Take me inside you, Milaya. Deeper… so hot…”
I leaned lower to whisper against his mouth, “Once you’re still, my love. Be still for me.”
A sharp nod. But his gaze remained locked on mine.
My head arched back on a cry when he breached me, filling me exquisitely. Large. Long. Hard.
My heart fluttered.
Once I’d slid down to the hilt, we both paused, staring at each other with wide eyes.
His shaft was solid and jerking within my tight sheath. I milked him almost instinctively, feeling every vein, every inch.
“Fuck me,” he suddenly rasped. He had an awestruck look on his face.
Voice shaky, I tightened my grip on his chest. “Okay…”
One thrust turned to two. Two turned into him snapping his waist upward. Harsh. Crazed.
His grunts spurred me. I rolled my hips, a fiery pressure building. My toes curled.
“Nikolai,” I gasped, vision tunneling.
That’s when it happened. He tugged on the cuffs. They didn’t break.
“Release me,” he demanded, eyes wild and locked on my jiggling breasts. “I need to touch you.”
How badly I needed him to. But if he was free, he’d prevent me from marking him.
Now was the time.
I leaned down, pressing my chest against his. I framed his face and tilted his head to expose his neck.
Immediately, he tensed. “Milaya…?”
I licked a hot trail up his neck, moaning with abandon as his cock pistoned in and out of me.
“Maeve.” His voice was harsher. “Wait…”
I sank my fangs in. Wolf fangs, thicker and crueler for piercing—but they did the job.
Blood spurted.
Nikolai yelled, waist never slowing.
I closed my lips around the wound, suckling. I channeled my vampire, sinking into the creamy heat of his blood. My chest heated, the world tilting.
Still, I held on. Still, I slammed my hips into my vampire’s shuddering body.
“Milaya!”
My claws dug ever deeper to hold him still. His blood grew even sweeter.
Something was happening. My skin broke out in sizzling patches of heat. Moans near constant, I focused on the delicious heat where we were joined.
My core clenched. The world blanked.
Moaning… shouting… me?
My vision bled red.
Mine.
Mine.
My fangs lengthened, my heart slowing.
Blood had never tasted this good…