Chapter 23 Simple as Sin
❦ Nikolai ❦
Frustration simmered.
How long would I have to hold back from ravaging my Bride the way my blood demanded?
I wanted to pin her against the wall, beneath me on the bed. To press her knees to her chest until she took every last inch. But she was too delicate. And I, too strong.
Her pitched moans in my ear sent tremors straight to my cock. It swelled, ached, pined for her wet sheath.
My fingers were such a tight fit I groaned at the thought of feeding my length into her.
“Nikolai…”
“Tell me what you want, Milaya.” I withdrew my claws as they started to grow back. “Tell me what you need from me!”
“Your cock! Fuck me Nikolai… pleaasse.”
Your word, my command, Bride.
She tilted her head in the throes of passion, exposing her fair neck, grinding her swollen sex over my still clothed shaft.
One thug, I ripped the fabric from me. She gasped at the contact.
“I’m going to give it to you now, Moya.”
Her pulse taunted me. Her scent drugged me.
My fangs itched with vengeance, and I raised her an inch to sink back onto my straining rod.
Gods help me. It was too much.
“Ahhh!” Blunt nails scored my back, her pulse right there in front of me.
With a lost groan, I covered her pulse point with savoring licks. An apology for the savagery to be delivered.
Claim her. Take from her. Give everything to her…
She rolled her hips, seeking more. I gave her more.
Her sex wrapped my shaft, gripping it like a hot fist. Russian curses flowed from me.
Nothing could be better, unless—
I sank my fangs, pressing on her hips to bury myself deeper.
My mind fractured.
Distant moans of my name. Nothing could bring me back.
Her flesh contracted around my fangs, blood spurted into my mouth.
Hungry. Empty. Take… take…
My shaft swelled inside her, her hips whipping back and forth as she rode me into oblivion.
Her sweet scenting slick dripped down my shaft, coating my sac.
“Mmmmhf…” I bit down harder.
Hot blood in my body, in my veins. Pleasure and power rolled into one. My flesh filled out, my claws lengthened, sinking into soft skin.
Distant grunting. Mine? Don’t care.
Somehow I was on my feet, my bride’s arms around my neck. My claws in her ass as I slammed her down onto my cock again and again.
I pistoned my hips, my sac tightening, threatening release.
And still I sucked. Still I swallowed.
Mine. Slam. Mine. Slam.
Tension in my hair. My Bride’s screams in my ear, pulling my hair roughly. I liked it rough.
Then I felt something. My bride was coming.
I fucked her harder, almost chewing her neck as bliss thrummed through me. My legs vibrated, pressure building.
Her sheath contracted even tighter, squeezing my shaft, her body demanding what I had to give it. Everything.
Obscene sounds, wet sounds, blood running down my chin. Too much.
Her orgasm continued on and on, pulling me deeper inside her. Sucking.
Unable to stop myself, I sank even deeper, grinding against her, yelling out, about to lose my seed right then.
Distant moaning, “Ohgodsohgodsyesyesyes.” My bride?
Her legs tightened around my waist, locking my cock deep as she writhed in time to my thrusts. Untamed, wanton.
The pressure, her tight heat.
No fighting this.
Bucking uncontrollably, my head flung back.
I gave a brutal yell, groaning out with each shot of my seed, over and over, as she delivered the most violent pleasure I’d ever imagined.
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Laid on my back, silver hair streaked over my chest. My Bride had taken my breath away for the second time.
It wouldn’t be the last.
She loved when I grazed my claws over her skin, I did so now. Soft and supple, I couldn’t get enough.
She shifted, turning her stunning face to me. “Did the gem summon you?”
“It did.” My throat felt raw from bellowing to the rafters. “I sensed your desire, your need. And so I traced to your home.”
Her lips curved into that smile I could never get enough of. How could I preserve it forever?
“What occupation have you secured in Ironwolf? I smelled you at the ceremony.”
I’d warned her not to attend, but my stubborn bride would not be controlled. I liked that about her. Strong willed, and beautiful.
“Occupation..?” Her brows furrowed. “Well, I did take up training. In case I still don’t get my wolf, I want to be able to defend myself.”
My fists clenched.
I hated that she had to defend herself at all. She should be under my watch and protection at all times, but my hands were tied.
“So, they just let you stay? I worried you’d be sent back and disappointed. IronWolf is notorious for keeping rogues out.”
I hadn’t explained our bond to her, akin to a wolf mate. I’d known she wouldn’t find a mate at the ceremony, because I was hers.
Thankfully, she’d secured her stay. She would be safe, for now. Until the first phase of my mission.
She sighed, content. “Yeah, being the Princess Consort helped.”
I froze.
“What did you say?” My voice came out a grave hiss.
“Is something wrong?” She sat up, her lovely breasts swaying with the motion.
Lust and wrath warred within me.
Must taste those peaks.
“What the hell is a Princess Consort?” I demanded her breasts.
“My eyes are up here,” she said, a smile in her tone.
I dragged my gaze up to meet her shining ambers.
She thought I was jesting.
“Princess consort?” I asked again. My mind whirled.
Rogue to Princess consort? I was missing something. I hated the feeling.
“The Prince’s mate.” She deadpanned, as if it were common knowledge.
And still I could not make a connection.
“Bastian.” I rasped. I flicked my tongue to lick my suddenly dry mouth.
She sighed, “Yes. Turns out he’s my mate. But he hates me, or something. But as long as I have board and freedom, and… my mother, I’m content.”
I rose to my elbows in one smooth motion.
My Bride, bedmate to that Lycan mutt? I understood desperation, but it rankled. My fangs lengthened.
But had she said mate?
“Maeve, he is not your mate.”
She looked at me strangely. “I think I’d know my mate if I saw him.”
“Obviously, you don’t,” I growled, grabbing her wrist. “I am your mate.”
Her eyes widened. She tried to tug her hand back, but my grip held firm. Strengthened by her exquisite blood, my veins roared with denial.
“Nikolai, you’re scaring me.”
“You are my Eternal..”
“I thought that meant you fancied me or something!”
“Or something?” I sneered. Bile rose.
My Bride was mated to another. Not possible. Or was it?
“If I’m truly your mate, why didn’t you help me then? Why let me return home to a dangerous district, have to attend a dangerous ceremony, all to find security?”
“I told you, it wasn’t feasible.”
“Feasible?” She scoffed. “Bastian hates me, but at least he housed and fed me. I’d rather be his, than yours.” Her eyes flashed, body shaking with barely controlled rage.
She left the bed, picking up her shredded dress. I made no move, she couldn’t trace away, or leave naked.
I was still having difficulty reconciling the facts.
My bride was mated to my enemy.
“Now how am I supposed to leave? You shredded my damned dress!”
“You’re not going anywhere.” I informed, my voice calm.
I’d be damned to repeat the same mistake.
“What?!” She screeched, “You would hold me against my will? I still have to find my mother!”
I couldn’t take My Bride to Veilmoor. She’d have to stay here—in the outskirts of district two where my lodge was hidden.
I’d care for and protect her, complete my mission, and then demand release from my obligations to Drusilla.
It was imperative I found Maverick Graves as soon as fucking possible—
“Are you even listening to me?!” My bride seethed, her ample chest heaving.
Distracting.
“You’ll stay here. I’ll handle my busines, and then we’ll never be apart again.”
Simple as sin.
Her scowl morphed into disbelief. Disbelief morphed into rage.
“I do NOT want to be with you! You’re crazy!” She stepped back as I arose from the bed, her small frame clutching that cursed fabric from IronWolf.
My Bride. Claimed by another. No!
“You’re confused at the moment.” So am I. I raked my fingers through my hair. “But worry not, this is the best decision for you.”
“You mean for you! You’re going to keep me here like a sex slave, aren’t you? If you loved me so much, why not take me to your actual home?!” She screamed, her face flushed.
“Because she will kill you!” I roared.
My bride huddled against the wall as if to hide from me, trembling.
Her eyes shimmered with tears.
I caused that.
Thoughts raged in my head.
My well wrought plans unraveled before my eyes.
With another roar, I sent my fist into the stone wall.