The fear that was pumping through my body when I found out that Nova wasn’t at the compound dissipates when I see her standing by the window, being replaced by anger. This silly woman is a danger to herself. How I am supposed to keep her safe when she does shit like this is beyond me.
“You are never going to do this shit again. Do you hear me? If you want to go out, someone will escort you. I will not have you place yourself and the others in danger again,” I roar as I approach her. All I want to do is take her into my arms and make sure she’s fine. Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy. Taking hold of her arms to shake her, I pull her against me instead. As I lower my head to nuzzle her neck, the essence of another man assaults me. I can feel every muscle in my body tense when I smell Sam on her. The only way his essence is so strong is if his body fluids touched Nova.
My vision tunnels as I drop Nova’s arms, scared that I might hurt her in my anger. Looking around, I find my prey. The fucker is going to die. No man touches my woman except me. I see his eyes widen when he realizes that I’m coming for him, but he doesn’t have time to run, as I’m on him before he can even take a step.
“You think you can touch my woman?” My arm shoots out, and I clasp him around his neck, lifting him off his feet. “You’re dead.” I feel arms around me, trying to pull me back, but I’m not letting go until he’s dead.
And then, I’m choking as my air supply is also being cut off. “Let him go, Brother.” I hear Bjarni’s growl near my ear, and I also see Draco before me, pulling at my arm. “You don’t want to do this in front of the women.” I start to see black spots before my eyes, and then I feel my clasp loosen around Sam’s throat, and he falls to his knees before me while I’m being dragged away.
“Don’t hurt him,” I hear my hellcat scream, and then she’s before me, pulling at Bjarni’s arm that’s still around my neck. “You’re choking him.”
“That’s the idea,” Bjarni says, but slowly lets me go. I hear Draco order Sam out of there, and from the corner of my eye, I see Gunner and Caelius dragging him out. I’m still gulping in air and rubbing at my neck as I look down at Nova, who is standing before me with a worried look on her face, her hand resting on my chest.
“Are you okay?” she whispers, quite a contrast to when she was shrieking at Bjarni to let me go. I smile as I realise she wasn’t worried about Sam but about my welfare when Bjarni was choking me. I nod, not sure if I can talk yet.
“Good, because now I can kill you.” She slaps my chest, her eyes suddenly flashing in anger. “What did you think you were doing? You could have killed Sam.” Her voice is quiet, but her eyes are flashing.
“I’m still going to kill him,” I growl, my anger returning. “Why was he touching you, and how?” At my statement, she huffs and then turns, but there is no chance in hell she is getting away from me now. Grabbing her arm, I twist her back towards me. “Don’t walk away when I’m speaking to you.”
“Leave me alone,” she warns, her chin jutting out and her shoulders back as if she’s going into combat. I’m going to teach her a fucking lesson. She must learn not to confront me all the time. Taking hold of her waist, I throw her over my shoulder. “Put me down. What are you doing?” She kicks her legs. I spank her ass once as I start to make my way out of the apartment to quieten her.
“Argh, you’re such a pain,” she grumbles. “Of all the guys, I get a damn barbarian.”
I smirk at her words as I walk down the stairs. “Get used to it, because by the end of the day, you’re going to be apologising to this barbarian.” As I make it outside, I see that most of my brothers are already on their bikes, waiting for us. Bion is standing by Burkhart’s bike where Brielle is sitting while he yells at her. I place Nova on her feet. I’m surprised when she gets on my bike without me telling her to.
Getting on the bike, I pull her flush against my back as I take off. We take a slow cruise back instead of burning rubber as we did when looking for them. I can see the women are enjoying the ride, but my brothers are still frowning in annoyance as they make their way back. Bjarni has his hand on Gabriela’s leg as they ride, her head lying on his back, with her belly tucked against them.
As we park in the garage, Nova hurriedly gets off the bike and starts to walk inside. If she thinks she’s going to get away with this that easily, she has another thing coming. First, I want to know why she smelled like Sam, and then she needs to promise me that she’s never going to take a chance as she did today again.
Walking up behind her, I turn her around and then throw her over my shoulder again just to irritate her. “Aargh, seriously?” she complains, but then quietens. Walking into our room, I kick the door shut. Placing her on the floor, I take hold of the back of her neck and then bring my mouth crashing down on hers. The kiss is rough and all consuming; by the time we leave this room, she will never forget who she belongs to. As we kiss, I guide her until her back is against the wall. Picking her up with my hands under her ass, I lower my head to her neck and bite, hearing her gasp.
“You’re mine,” I growl. Pulling my hand up to the V-neck of her T-shirt, I pull down, tearing it with my strength. Her hands pull at my hair as her breasts jump free from the flimsy bra that was ripped off with the shirt. Her nipples pebble in lust, as if asking for my attention. My fingers start by stroking over the pert peaks, but then I pinch, making her gasp. “No one touches you but me.” My lips graze her breasts, just missing her starved nipples.
“Open your eyes!” I command as her head is thrown back in pleasure as I thrust my jean-covered erection against her wanton pussy. Her eyes open slightly. “Tell me you’re mine.” I bite her nipple, hearing her gasp. I stop moving my body against hers, feeling my cock weep with want.
“Tell me,” I insist, not touching her until I hear her whispered words. “I can’t hear you. Louder.”
“I’m yours,” she murmurs. I don’t know I am holding my breath until it rushes out of me in relief. Placing my hand at the junction of her legs, I press into her pussy.
“Mmm.” Her pelvis moves uncontrollably against my hand. I know she’s near, but I’m not going to let her come until I have what I want. Taking my hand away, I bring it up her crotch until my fingers are in the seam of her waist. Pulling, I hear the button pop and the zip tear.
“Ceric,” she murmurs, her legs like vices around my waist.
“Why was Sam touching you?” I ask, trying to contain the anger that enfolds me when I think about it.
“He hugged me,” she mumbles, trying to thrust her pelvis against mine, but I’m holding her hips still and won’t allow it until she tells me everything.
“What else?”
“He kissed my neck playfully, okay?” she says angrily. The thought of any man’s lips anywhere near my woman’s body drives me to want to commit murder. “He’s like my brother,” she confesses. “We’ve been together since we were five.”
“If you want to keep him alive, keep his fucking lips away from you.” With that, I lower my head, taking her lips in an aggressive kiss that conquers, possesses, and leaves no room for doubt that she belongs to me.
We are both breathless when I pull away. Moving towards the bed, I place her on her feet. Discarding the torn clothes, I have her standing naked before me in no time. Pulling my T-shirt off, I open my jeans and then sit down at the end of the bed, pulling her across my lap. I have her ass in the air before she knows what’s happening.
“Ceric!” she squeaks just as my palm spanks one of her white cheeks. Instantly, a red mark appears. “What the hell!”
“This is for you to learn that you cannot go out without an escort.” I spank her, and the other ass cheek reddens. “You will not place yourself in danger like that again.” Another spank, and she groans. I widen her legs a little and place one hand between her legs, feeling her pussy pulse with lust. “Looks like my hellcat likes to be spanked,” I groan as my cock jumps with impatience.
“Asshole,” she grumbles. My hand comes down once more and I hear her breath whoosh out. Her ass a bright red now, she will feel it every time she sits tomorrow, make sure she remembers to keep herself safe.
“Promise me you’re not going out again without taking one of the brothers to accompany you.” At her quietness I spank her again.
“Argh, okay” she grumbles “I promise” her voice is huskier than normal with lust. I bend and feather kisses on her heated ass cheeks seeing her skin pucker in reaction. My hand moving up her back, gently I continue my onslaught on her senses. Reaching her arms I lift her up and place her on the bed gently. I take her mouth in an urgent kiss that has us both mindless with want, her fingers buried in my hair my jean clad pelvis rotating against her heat.
I lower my lips down her neck until I’m feasting at her perfect breasts, “I love these babies” I say gruffly, at her deep groan I can’t wait any longer, I stand up and remove my pants. Seeing her eyes on me I take my hardness in hand and pump slowly groaning when her tongue slips out to moisten her lips. “Turn around, on your hands and knees.” I order.
She sits up and then moves into the position that I have been dreaming about the whole fucking day. “Head down against the sheets, ass up for me Hellcat, and spread your legs.” As her pussy opens up for me and I see her glistening labia my hardness twitches in readiness.
Grunting I move between her legs, the heat of her still red ass cheeks radiating out towards me. Grabbing my cock, I stroke the head over her moistened labia, we both groan in pleasure. This woman can drive a saint to sin; her body is made for my pleasure. I place my cock at her entrance and slowly push in, her heat engulfing me with desire. I take hold of her hips holding her still and plunge into her molten depths.
“Fuck” I growl, we are both mindless with want at this stage, my thrusts start gently but soon I’m ploughing into her depths like a ram. I take hold of her beautiful blonde hair that’s shining around her like spun gold and pull on it gently lifting her head while I continue to thrust with vigour.
“Yes” she gasps, “Ceric … yes” her voice is low with urgency; I can feel her inner walls start to convulse around me, tightening like a vice until it’s nearly painful.
I tear at my wrist, placing it over her mouth. “Drink,” I command as I bend over her and bite down on her shoulder. “Fuck.” My balls tighten. “Fuck, Hellcat.” My rhythm is frenzied. “Nova.” My essence gushes into my woman, branding her with everything I am.
I am still breathing hard, slumped over Nova, my arms taking most of my weight as not to crush her, when she starts to struggle, moving her head and then wiggling her body to try to get away.
“What the hell?” I say, slipping out of her body, making both of us groan as I move to her side.
“Augh, you did it . . . again,” she says, still breathless as she sits up in bed, rubbing at her mouth. I sit up next to her. Taking her face in my hands, I place my lips over hers, gently kissing her until she quietens.
“Is that better?” I ask. I know she has an aversion to taking blood. Bion told me about the women asking him about different ways of taking their mate’s blood. Brandr also told me about the women’s conversation, as Aria was worried and asked him what other options there were for blood sharing between mates, and why she wanted to know.
“Yes, but stop doing that,” she responds huskily.
“I have to give you blood. I can’t let you get weak or sick,” I reply quietly. “But I have been thinking about it. What if after I give you blood, I kiss you as I just did? Then the taste will be gone.” I feel her shudder against me at the thought of taking my blood. I wish there was another way and I didn’t have to do this. The thought of Nova feeling any kind of discomfort doesn’t sit well with me, even if it’s for her own good.
“I guess we can try next time, but make sure you kiss me before I realise what you have done,” she orders, a spark of her fire coming out. I feel myself grin at her grumpiness; at least she’s willing to try.
“I have something for you.” At my words, her eyes shoot up to mine in curiosity.
“What?” she asks excitedly, and then her eyes lower to my crotch and a smile lightens her face. “I’ve already had that, but who’s complaining?”
Throwing my head back, I roar with laughter. “I’ll give you that too,” I say, still chuckling as I get up from the bed and move towards my cupboard. Once I have what I want, I come back out and find her kneeling in the middle of the bed as I left her, her breasts covered by her hair that’s flowing around her like rays of sun. Her waist is so tiny, I can encompass it with my hands. Sitting next to her, I open my hand, revealing a velvet box.
Her eyes widen, and she claps excitedly. “Is that for me?”
“Yip, you wanna see it?” At her excited nod, I open the box and hear her gasp at the chain lying inside. Lifting the beautiful white-gold chain, I show her a smaller but nearly identical jasper stone. “I thought you would like it as I have seen you wearing the semi-precious rings.”
“It’s beautiful,” she says, her finger stroking the stone gently. Then she looks up at me, and there’s a sparkle in her eyes that hasn’t been there before. “Please put it on.” She turns her back towards me and lifts her hair, showing me her curvaceous back and elegant neck.
“I give you a part of my essence to protect and enhance your energy. By wearing this jasper, you will always have a piece of me with you. You are now part of my blood, my soul, my very essence. I ask that you wear this always to remind you of our bond and the love I hold for you.” I kiss her neck gently, seeing her skin pucker in response.
“Thank you,” she whispers as she leans back against my chest. Lifting the stone that is now lying between her breasts, she strokes it gently. I can see tears on her cheeks. “No one has ever given me such a precious gift. I’m going to tell you something.” I can hear the pain in her voice as she whispers the words to me.