Chapter 87 Piece of Heaven
❀ Maeve ❀
Metallic. Salty. Warm. Briny.
For a second, I dared not breathe as his seed trickled more and more, mixing with the blood I coaxed from his searing flesh.
He must’ve liked it.
Breath shallow, corded muscles trembling, he let me.
“Only you can make pain so fucking divine,” he grunted.
“Mmmh…” I agreed.
I gently lapped around my fangs, grieving the incompatible bite. Unlike a vampire’s needle‑like fangs, my wolf fangs were bulky and thick.
Slightly turning my head, I moaned around another small burst of his rapturous blood.
“Release me, only so I can please you,” he said.
His fingers caressed my hair, hips softly rocking against my mouth.
Release him? Just as I was exploring a new flavor of pleasure? Never.
Cupping myself firmly, I let two fingers slip in, gasping around his cock.
“Uhn.” He shuddered, grip on my hair tightening. “Ty svodish menya s uma.” You’re driving me out of my mind.
Mouth flooded with moisture, palm hot with my own juices, I could only whimper my agreement to whatever he’d said.
“Let go, Milaya. Don’t make me cum in your mouth. I have a better idea,” he said in a strangled tone, even as his shaft pulsed harder.
Only one thing could be better than this.
My stubborn mind readily supplied a fantasy.
Bastian. His strong arms wrapped lovingly around me as he took me from behind. Face nuzzling my neck while he spread kisses on my skin.
And the climax? Feeling my core clench around Bastian’s rigid cock as I greedily drank down Nikolai’s surging seed.
I snapped back to the present.
Nikolai’s thumb and forefinger were hinged on both sides of my jaw. He dug in firmly, prying my mouth open.
“Nooo!” I protested, sending my fingers in and out of my pussy faster.
“Open up, bad girl,” he purred.
I glanced up to see sweat beaded over his upper lip and between his brows. Yet the fiend gave me a wicked grin.
With a finger, he tilted my face until our noses almost touched.
Then his gaze flitted down to my busy fingers and back to my indignant face.
“Peculiar,” he breathed.
I curved my cheek against his palm, eyes tightly closed. “More…”
“You’re in luck. I’m just so willing to provide exactly what you need.”
The dark treble in his tone sent shivers down my spine, my fingers curving to brush my G‑spot.
“Unnhnnn…”
He leaned in to hiss in my ear. “Don’t you dare.”
He spun me around so fast my vision reeled. My nipples brushed the settee, back arched to present my ass in a bold display.
I felt him at my entrance, his big body looming over mine. His hand gripped my waist, locking me in place.
Crazed, in the moment, I parted my lips to goad him.
“Bastian would enjoy me in this position. We haven’t tried it, you know…”
Nikolai slammed home, wrenching a cry from me.
“You must want him dead,” my vampire hissed. “Don’t talk about the mutt around me unless it’s to deny his claim.”
Oh, but I would.
My heart raced, thudding in sync with my pulsing center. For some reason, I needed him rough. Savage.
A distraction from my hectic life.
Maybe then he would cast aside the rules and let me mark him as I deserved.
“Bastian would collar my throat,” I crooned. “He always knows what I need—”
SMACK
The spank caught me by surprise. It sent searing heat, accompanied by shocks of pleasure, over my skin.
Then he snapped his hips in a way that made my toes curl.
“Uh… my dark knight…”
His fingers curved in my hair, breath tingling my ear. “You like that. You loved watching me kill.”
“Mmh hmmm.” My claws dug into the back of the settee.
Hard abs against my skin, Nikolai thrust so hard the furniture buckled. His shaft slipped through my dripping folds, hand kneading my breasts. His frantic whispers drove me insane.
Then that delicious ball of warmth bloomed like a magnolia.
Amid constant whines, I dug down deeper into the chair. My back arched impossibly tighter, chasing the high his cock delivered.
Senses sharpened, heart hammering, I opened my mouth to scream his name—
He slotted his fingers in, cutting off my sounds, so I did the only thing that was expected. I bit down.
I swayed forward, delirious, as my core clenched at the peak.
“Ahhh… there it is.” His voice was ragged, pelvis slamming into me without mercy.
Skin‑on‑skin echoed through the room. Drool trailed down the fingers in my mouth, mixing with the blood from my bite.
His other hand gripped my hip to the point of pain.
Through a haze of ascension, I felt him stutter. Then he began to cum.
Hot ropes of seed lashed my womb until my desire caught once more.
I rolled my hips back for more.
His hand coiled around my body to trail against my thrumming bud.
I jerked with a sharp sigh. My breath hitched when he applied pressure.
“My insatiable bride,” he purred.
“That’s why the moon goddess gave me two,” I whispered back.
He snapped.
With a firm hand, he spun me onto my back.
Then he finally wrapped those long, beautiful fingers around my neck.
His other hand trailed between us to pinch my clit. I shuddered, a plea trembling between my lips.
Crimson gaze glinting like a backlit river of blood, he sank into me once again. He was even harder than a moment ago, thick with lust and rage and jealousy.
“You like to play games, don’t you?” he demanded.
Squirming on his unyielding length, I told him, “They’ll always end with one victor, my love. Either stand with me, or against me.”
“This little game will end with a wolf’s head on our mantle. Are you ready for it?”
I cupped his face, traced the sharp line of his nose and the plump flare of his lips.
Drawing him down for a kiss, I whispered, “Why prepare for something that will never happen?”
Tongues brushing, fangs knocking, my vampire sank ever deeper into my soaking heaven.
He never let up on rubbing maddening circles on my throbbing clit.
I sank my claws into his powerful, lean hips. I felt every raw plunge of ecstasy, his grunts in my ear, his slick skin kissing mine.
“Never… share. Never…”
I smiled, finger‑combing his damp hair between gasps of pleasure. “Shhh…”
His thrusts came faster and faster. His hands cupping my swollen breasts, fangs glinting in the dim light.
He wanted to bite me, but wouldn’t.
“Do it,” I sneered.
My orgasm rushed at me, making my body rise, my head heavy with need.
When he shook his head to dissipate the hunger, I gripped his head with both arms and pressed him to my neck.
The fight left him, and he latched onto me.
When his fangs slid into my flesh, my senses blanked in a white‑hot flash of light.
“Ahhh, fuck… oh my gods…”
He echoed my cries, rocking into me desperately, filling me with seed.
Then the throes abated, and he slowed.
We lay there, breathing softly, a stray shudder here and there.
“He’s outlived his usefulness,” he began. “Word from IronWolf is he hasn’t found a way to destroy the amulet. He never will. He’s inept, and undeserving—”
“Think carefully about your next words, my darkness.”
I’d decided that was what I’d call him. He highlighted the darkest parts of my dual life. He mirrored my curse, encouraged my rise to a vicious vampire throne.
But one thing I wouldn’t stand for was disrespect toward my Lycan mate.
A healthy dose of bloodthirsty jealousy was welcome, though.
His body went rigid around me, and I knew he was pissed at my defense of Bastian.
I pressed a kiss to his neck. Then licked the spot.
He shuddered.
“If you kill my mate, I will never forgive you. I mean it,” I threatened.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and I felt for him. It must eat him alive, the notion of sharing. But it had been proven my heart was big enough for two.
And I was soon to be queen. My word was law.
My chest lightened.
But the bliss didn’t last.
He lifted his head to spear me with that livid, brilliant gaze. His lips curved dangerously.
“I’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
He covered my argument with a searing hot kiss—