Chapter 44

Amira’s POV.

After bidding farewell to Ace, Nikolas, and I finally found respite in the comfort of our bedroom. The day had stretched out endlessly, filled with its own share of trials and tasks. Yet, as I closed the door behind us, I resolved to set aside the weight of Ace's offer for the time being. This night was meant for my husband and me – a chance to rejuvenate our spirits and revel in each other's company.

Slipping into one of those alluring silk nightdresses that had a tendency to drive Nikolas to distraction, I reclined on the bed with one leg gracefully crossed over the other, engrossed in the pages of a book. Although the words before me wove an intriguing tale, my thoughts danced restlessly between the lines. The echo of Ace's name reverberated in my mind, intermingling with the memories of the Ocean Dawn pack and his newly formed one. It was a whirlwind of emotions and contemplations, enough to make reality feel dreamlike. At times, I almost expected to wake up and find it all a mirage.

The Ocean Dawn pack had been my parents' noble cause, one they had given their lives for. I had dedicated myself to rectifying the misconceptions about wolves like us who possessed telekinesis, ensuring the world understood that our abilities didn't define us as malevolent creatures. With unwavering determination, I had achieved that much-needed change, yet an insatiable hunger still gnawed within me. The resurgence of the Ocean Dawn pack under Ace's leadership opened up a path to a deeper yearning – a chance to honor my parents' legacy and find the fulfillment that had eluded me.

As I pondered the possibilities, my contemplation was gently fractured by the creak of the bathroom door, announcing Nikolas' emergence. Clad in nothing more than a pair of grey sweatpants, he emanated a magnetic allure that never failed to ensnare me. A playful spark danced in his eyes as they found mine, and he sauntered closer with deliberate intent.

"Everything alright over there, Mrs Hayes?" Nikolas' voice held a playful note, his fingertips tracing a tantalizing path over my ankles before tugging gently, coaxing me to scoot nearer to him.

A surprised giggle bubbled forth from my lips as I set my book aside, allowing my gaze to linger upon him. His sculpted form was a testament to strength and grace, a sight that ignited a familiar flame within me. "Oh, I'm more than just alright," I replied with a suggestive grin, my hands finding their place upon the contours of his abdomen. With an unspoken promise, I pulled him down for a passionate kiss, passion igniting like a fervent blaze between us. My fingers danced with familiarity over every ridge and plane of his muscular physique, reacquainting themselves with the terrain of desire. My desire.

Nikolas pushed me back gently, moving to hover over me, never once breaking the kiss. His hand ghosted down my throat, blazing a path down to my breast. His skillful thumb rolled over my nipple through the silk. I moaned as he bit on my lips and my hands flung to his back, nails digging into his back.

“I don’t see why you even bother wearing this.” He broke out of the kiss and tugged at the night dress. “Whenever I see it all I could think of is ripping it off your body and tying you up with it as I take your sweet pussy over and over again,” Nikolas spoke in his low, seductive voice as he yanked the dress off, making my breasts spill out and baring myself to him.

His words were all promises to me, promises I wanted him to keep because he had found a way to turn me on even more. A wicked smile formed on his lips. “My my, does the queen want that? To be restrained and fucked senseless hm?”

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling my arousal dripping as he looked up at him and nodded. Nikolas smirked and came closer, straddling my waist. When I moved my hands to touch his abs he captured my wrists and skillfully brought them to the headboard and tied them up only using the nightgown I wore moments ago. “Now every time when you’ll look at those dresses you’ll be reminded of how I fucked my pretty wife into oblivion, all you’ll remember is the feeling of my lips on your skin, my cock sinking into you and my name on your lips.”

“Oh fuck, Nikolas,” I moaned when he tightened the knot, he came up closer and I could feel his erection pressing against my cheek and he purposely did so. Now all I could think of was his cock between my lips.

“You’re licking your lips as if you’re about to devour something, do you need anything, Amira?” Nikolas asked, palming himself through the pants and I squeezed my thighs together. Fuck. I wasn’t too sure what happened but our lust was through the roof tonight, I assumed since we had both been busy this past week we now fully indulged in our every thought.

“Fuck my mouth, Nikolas, before I forget your sweet taste,” I licked my lips again then opened my mouth and stared up at him.

Nikolas cursed and within seconds he released his cock, I smiled as I stared at the angry red tip dripping with precum. Nikolas hadn’t wasted a second, he pushed his cock fully into my mouth, not caring if I choked. His fingers weaved through my hair, angling to take him much better and started pushing his hips. One hand gripped the headboard, his knuckles going white as he picked up the pace. I hummed and moaned at his taste with a mouthful, spit dripping down my mouth but all I cared about was the sweet moans and groans Nikolas made paired with his praises that were enough to make me cum right there and there.

“When I come, don’t swallow,” Nikolas instructed me and I obeyed, letting him fuck my mouth harder, I squeezed my thighs together, trying to create some friction. Nikolas roared out my name loudly, his cock twitched within me and thick ropes of his release coated me.

Nikolas pulled out with a loud ‘pop’ sound and he scooted back a little, gripping my cheeks between his fingers and tugging me closer a little, “Let me see what you’ve gathered.”

I opened my mouth to him, humming.

“Are you pleased with your actions, baby?” he asked to move my hair out of my face and I nodded profusely. “Do you want to swallow my sweet cum, my Queen?” he then asked and I continued to nod as he chuckled. “Go ahead, make me proud.”

And I did, I swallowed every last drop of him, moaning at the taste just to drive him crazy and it seemed to have worked because within seconds he had repositioned himself and now hovered above me.

“Nikolas please, I need something,” I pouted, looking up at him. Nikolas hadn’t said a single thing, he spread my legs apart and sank to the hilt, stealing all the oxygen in my lungs. I closed my eyes for a moment, toes curling as my legs wrapped around his waist. Nikolas toyed with my nipple as he started to pound into me, starting at a slow pace to get me used to it once again.

Once we had both found our rhythm and I got comfortable, Nikolas started picking up the pace, fucking me straight into oblivion. No doubt that my brain would be mush by the end of this and all I’d be able to say was his name, over and over again with this delicious ache between my legs.

Nikolas introduced his fingers to my clit, rubbing it in circular motions, knowing exactly how to play me. I gasped and it all came crashing down. I came instantly, walls pulsing around his cock, nails digging into the silk of my dress, toes curled and his name on my lips like a prayer.

Nikolas twitched inside me and moaned out my name as he stilled and came, filling me up. Nikolas pressed his forehead against mine and then captured my lips between his. “I love you so fucking much, Amira,” he said, one hand untying his restraints as he kissed me.

“I love you too King Nikolas, so much, so much,” I whispered, cradling his face in my hands.

The remaining hours of our night were a symphony of tenderness, as Nikolas took it upon himself to pamper me in ways that only he knew how. His thoughtful gestures and affectionate care had an almost magical effect, easing the weight of the day from my shoulders. Together, we embarked on the ritual of preparing for bed, a dance of shared intimacy that deepened the bond between us.

This time, I decided to forgo the usual silk nightgown in favor of slipping into one of Nikolas' shirts. The fabric enveloped me in a cocoon of comfort, carrying the faintest scent of his cologne that never failed to make my heart race. The marks of our shared passion adorned my skin like a secret map of our desires, and I marveled at their presence. I knew that tomorrow and the days to come, I would trace each mark with my fingertips, each touch reigniting the memory of our passionate night.

Nikolas, ever the embodiment of strength and tenderness, carried me back to our bed with an effortless grace that never ceased to amaze me. Settling in beside me, he drew me into his embrace, his warmth seeping into my very bones. Our bodies molded together seamlessly, fitting like two puzzle pieces meant to be united. He pulled me close, wrapping his arm around me and positioning me as the smaller spoon in our cuddles as he’d always do and it didn’t take me longer than two minutes to pass out in his warm cocoon.