Chapter 8 Take Me
❀ Maeve ❀
When he rubbed the glistening crown up and down my drenched sex, I was overwhelmed with the urge to claw his ass and draw him into me.
Instead, I locked gazes with him, needing him to see that I’d never wanted anything more than this. I’d swear his eyes were telling me the same.
I sucked in a breath, feeling pressure at my entrance.
His eyes burned with a fire that consumed my soul.
Then he was inside. Stretching me. Filling me. A twinge of pain.
But the pain felt necessary.
No longer a virgin, Maeve.
“Good?” He bit out.
The muscles in his neck and torso were straining.
“Yes…”
“More?” He rasped, on the cusp of control, holding back for me.
I nodded slowly, drunk on pleasure. Needing more.
He pushed.
“It hurts.”
His brows drew tightly together. “It’ll pass, I promise.”
I tried to focus on anything other than the pain, running my gaze over his parted lips. His gasps.
When he was seated fully, he cupped my face, brushed his firm lips over mine.
“Tight, so tight.” His eyes remained closed, tortured.
My heart filled with pride for being able to take him. To be able to upend this powerful male who hungered for me.
Then he moved to withdraw.
My hands flew to his hips to stay him. Did he want to leave so soon?
But then he slid back inside with a satisfied grunt.
“Ohhh!”
His eyes snapped open at the sound of my delight.
“You want it deep inside you?”
“Gods yes!”
As he rocked his shaft home again and again, I tried to meet his thrusts.
Bliss thrummed in my core as he stretched my walls, our bodies sliding deliciously. I tightened my legs around his waist, arching my back to press closer.
Resting on one elbow, his fist in my hair, he took my nipple in his free hand, circling the bud with maddening tenderness.
Every cell in my body hummed as he set a rhythm and fucked me into the bed.
The powerful thrusts came faster and faster. I closed my eyes, clawing his back with my nails.
“Don’t stop, please!”
His face fell to the side of my neck, his wet tongue captured my pulse. I felt the sharp points of fangs pierce my flesh. My breathing hitched with delirium.
A shiver ran through me, pain and desire coursing together through my veins.
The feel of my blood flowing into his greedy mouth made me tremble and crash into a soul-shattering release.
“Oh my goodness…” I moaned. Lightheaded. Riding the waves, squeezing around him.
His hips still pounded into me, rocking the bed and me with it.
He was still sucking me, fucking me hard, gripping my hair to the point of pain.
“Nikolai…” I tried, covering his palm to ease his grip, but his hand was stone.
His primal grunts echoed in the room, mixed with the carnal sounds of our lovemaking, and my vision darkened at the edges.
He thrust a few more times in quick succession, hard, and I felt his seed fill me.
He shuddered with a muttered curse.
The fangs slid out of my flesh with a sweet, hot sensation, and his face rose above mine.
No longer deathly pale, his blood-red gaze regarded me, then he lowered his bloodstained lips to mine.
Weakly, I watched him slide out of me, gathering me into his arms. He wordlessly tore into his wrist and pressed the spurting laceration to my lips.
I shook my head.
“Drink, Milaya. You will not become a vampire this way.”
I implored with my eyes. If he turned me, I would never be able to join the IronWolf pack, and I would doom my mother and myself.
His jaw clenched as if reading my mind. “Trust me.”
I parted my lips and latched onto his wrist.
Golden nectar. There was no other way to describe it.
The moment the hot blood hit my tongue, I grabbed his arms with both of mine and sucked desperately, loving the feel of the warm liquid flowing down my throat.
It tasted like life.
Nikolai pulled his arm back, and a growl I didn’t know I could produce escaped my lips.
I glared at him through a blood-red haze and clamped my teeth tighter around his flesh, sucking faster.
He roughly snatched his hand away. “That’s enough.”
I whined.
He held me closer. “I’m sorry I lost control.”
Moments after I’d calmed, I looked up at him and asked in a small voice,
“Why did it taste so good?”
“I haven’t fed from anyone else since you. Your blood is exquisite.” His fingers traced my arm in soothing circles.
Warmth filled me at his admittance.
Then something came to mind.
“You’re a Crimson vampire. Why are you in Blackbridge?”
His stiffened slightly. “I am searching for someone.”
“Who? Like, to kill?”
“Yes.”
I noticed he didn’t answer my first question, but I let it go. Didn’t they have foot soldiers for missions like this? And the fact that he was doing it himself must mean it was a high-profile target.
“Are you… like royalty?”
“No. I was turned.”
“Oh.”
So he was turned by a Crimson vampire, that was rarer. The Crimson Court never shared their powers with humans. Every Crimson was a born vampire, and theirs was a matriarchal system.
“You will not attend the ceremony.”
I tensed.
“I have to.” I sat up, covering myself with the bedcovers.
Nikolai stared at me with a stoic expression. But I had since learned to look for cues in his eyes, not his face. And they burned with unspoken fury.
“I have to find a mate so my mother and I can be part of the pack. Living in Blackbridge gets more dangerous by the day, and she’s human. I am wolfless, as you know, and useless. I can’t defend us.”
“You are not useless. You are mine.” His fingers grazed my cheek.
“Then take me back with you,” I blurted.
Something flashed across his eyes.