Page 46 of The Red Room
“You done?” he rasps.
Done? No,I am not done. I am fucking throbbing for him. Each heartbeat sending another wave of blood to the place craving him. If just the tip can do this to me, can create tantalizing swells in my stomach, how can I possibly handle the rest? Do I want to find out? Of course, I do. Is there a small part of me worried that when he does slide himself inside I’ll never want him to take it out? Also yes.
“Fuck me, Nikolai …” I say, my voice trailing off. It comes out as more of a plea than demand, but if I have to yell at him to shove his cock inside me, I will. Another limb-tightening shock pulses throughout my body, finding rhythm with my ragged breaths. “I need it. I need you.”
Nik kisses our cheeks together, his small breaths tickling my ear. “Take a deep breath, Natalia.”
A deep breath? What in the fuck does he—Oh. My. Fucking. God. Pain surges at my core when he slides himself inside me. Pain and the unfathomable fullness when he adds every inch to the spot that now feels impossibly small. My walls squeeze around him, fighting against the large cock practically splitting me in two. Torture turns to pleasure in a way I can’t describe if I want to. Right now, I’m only focused on finding the breaths escaping me.
He splays the hair away from my face and brings his thumb and forefinger to my chin, inspecting me. “Are you okay?”
I nod. Fuck, I nod three or four times, fighting the urge to scream out all my lungs will give. “Y—yes. I’m—”Christ.I chew on my lip. “I’m okay.”
Nik gives me a peck, our mouths intertwining for a small moment. Then, he braces his arms against the window on either side of me. “It’s your turn, little wolf. I want you to howl this time. And I want you to howl my name.” Rocking his hips back, he slides himself out, leaving only the head of his swollen cockin, and mere seconds later, he buries it deeper when he slams into me.
My vision goes black. Colorful stars explode in the skyline of my mind like fireworks. Our skin slaps together again, echoing in the silent hum of the loft. The only thing I can do is close my eyes and wait for the next thrust to bring with it a new palette of pinks and purples to the darkened recesses of my mind. He fills me once more. Not stars this time, but an entire galaxy to admire as bliss has my toes curling behind his back.
“Fuck,” I scream, my voice reaching a higher pitch than I recognize. I was close before, now I am there and ready to burst from my own skin. The hottest fire I have ever felt emanates up my pussy to my rib cage, setting the rest of my limbs ablaze. He pulls out, pausing when my walls clench onto him, refusing to let his cock leave.
“Say my name, Natalia,” he instructs and shoves into me, testing the window’s resistance with the hard force of him.
“Ni—” I sputter, taking his length again and again. The pace increases, and he lets the time between filling me dwindle to seconds. Every time Nikolai brings that cock into me, my body thirsts for the next hit of oxygen, waiting for another sharp inhale to keep me alive. There’s a good chance I can pass out. I’m not sure if it’s an orgasm taking hold or simply the early stages of cardiac arrest. Either way, I will probably die in this loft. And for once, I have no issue meeting the reaper. Let her come. I’ll greet the ripe bitch with a satisfied smile on my fucking face.
“Nik!” I howl to the ceiling, joining in with his rhythm, sliding against the window to take him in fully.
He bores into me harder, leaving no amount of strength left in the legs I struggle to keep around him. “Come on me …” he says and holds himself just outside my walls begging him to rejoin the symphony we’ve created. For that final crescendo to send us both over the edge. “Come on my cock.”
My back arches on impulse, and an overwhelming surge of pleasure twists my contorting limbs. “I’m— I’m—”
Nikolai pushes himself into me all the way to the base and clashes our lips together, kissing around my moans and uneasy breaths. Wave after tremendous wave of pleasure crashes through me. A blindness takes over my eyes. My sight is gone, and in its place is a sensation like none I have ever felt. I’m there, and as I feel his hard cock somehow strengthen, I know he’s right there with me. Warmth floods around the seal of us he’s created, some even dribbling down the length of him to my thighs.
I never thought I’d end up here. Tangled in the arms of a man cursed with the mark of the beast. His erection still throbbing inside me. His attempts to calm himself leaving hot gusts of air warming my chest and bare shoulders. Long brown hair tickling my taut cheeks and neck. Neither of us move. No, we continue to clutch onto each other like it might be the last time. I don’t want to leave Los Angeles, but there’s no way in hell I can watchhimleave me. I guess this means I’m cursed too.
TWENTY-FOUR
Despite his loftbeing empty, the bathroom is surprisingly untouched. It’s as if the movers skipped over it, that or Nik couldn’t be bothered to take a few towels and the soap dispenser. Part of me is thankful. There’s no way in hell I’d do this between the three rows of sinks downstairs, staring in the mirror while others crowd around adjusting their makeup with an undeniable look of pity in their eyes. No, thanks. I don’t regret a goddamn thing, and the last thing I need is another stranger judging me.
He's at the counter when I rejoin him, his bare torso glistening with the sheen of sweat. God, his body is as hard as the marble beneath my feet, seemingly etched out of stone after hundreds of hours of chisel work. If I thought I could survive another round with him, I might’ve brought the towel out with me. My legs threaten to buckle as I step forward, and fighting the pit building in my stomach proves difficult. Rocks seemingly stack in my gut, an ornate row leading to my throat and preventing any of the air I wish to suck in. It isn’t just what happened in this loft, but what was agreed to. I said yes. I told him I’d leave, but it’s impossible to know if it was truly mydecision, or the side effect of being too close to the man that can make saying a simple sentence turn into utter gibberish.
“You okay?” he asks, concerned brows tugging together. “Your heart is racing.”
Right. Werewolf ears. Guess there isn’t a lot I can hide from him after all.
“You could help us both out and put on a fucking shirt,” I say and narrow my eyes, even arching one eyebrow after I rake my gaze over him completely. Those lines. Those four distinct scars splitting his perfect skin down the center. It makes me wonder how he even survived something like that. And it also appears his father didn’t expect him to. The scars don’t bother me. The pain each horrible gash brought with it does. The disgrace he must’ve felt. The way his whole pack might’ve looked at him like some failure. Is this why Nik is so different? Why he even bothers chaining himself up every full moon so he doesn’t give in to the bloodthirsty creature begging to get out?
Nik grins just long enough to notice. “Or you could take off that dress and join me.”
Fuck.If it were only that simple. I’m not sure if these large windowpanes are one-sided, but if they aren’t, the entire club had a clear view of my ass while I was suspended above them. There are a lot of emotions swirling around my head right now, and regret isn’t one of them.
“I’m human, remember? No super healing. I’ll need at least a day before I’m ready for,” I pause and motion my finger to the crotch of his pants, “that again.”
“Shame,” he says and closes the distance, holding me at my waist. Nik kisses me, letting his mouth linger long enough to send another one of those fucking waves crashing against the shoreline of my better, less lustful, judgment. “I wanted to spend all night inside you.”
Again, there’s only one word splitting my skull.Fuck.Why must everything this man do churn this impossible urge inside me? An irresistible longing to fold under the weight of his round lips breaking into a grin. His glowing gold eyes inspecting every inch of my face as if committing it all to memory. When Nik looks at me, any control I possess cracks into a million pieces.
He chuckles to himself. “Your face says no, but your heartbeat.” Nik puts his palm on my chest, searing the exposed skin my dress leaves uncovered. A kiss on my forehead. A soft, gentle kiss. “Your heartbeat says yes.”
Words fumble in my throat. Words. Phrases. Fucking hand signals, I can’t manage a single one! “I—”