Chapter 8

The strongest walls are not made of stone. They are made of brave men.

-Fact of Life

Brooklyn

I tiptoed out of the bedroom that Nikolai had stashed me in hours ago.

My eyes darted first left, then right, as I slowly eased out of the door.

I froze when my cat followed me, but breathed a sigh of relief when she continued down the hallway in the opposite direction of where I was going.

I couldn’t sleep.

In fact, I was so not sleepy that I could probably stand to burn a few hundred calories.

And I had just the way to do it as I eased down the hallway towards Nikolai’s room.

I pushed the door open on a silent swing, straining my eyes to see inside…I couldn’t.

So I slowly moved towards the bed and kept my hands out in front of me to stop myself from taking any headers without seeing them first.

A table bumped into my right knee, and I cursed softly.

“Shit,” I whispered nearly silently.

“I was wondering when you’d finally get in here,” Nikolai said, amusement tinging his voice.

I squeaked.

“God!” I gasped. “You just scared the crap out of me.”

He chuckled darkly, and suddenly I was yanked down.

I sprawled ungracefully across a very hard body and instantly went soft as I burrowed my face deep into Nikolai’s neck.

“You were waiting for me?” I asked softly.

“Mmm-hmm,” he rumbled.

His chest vibrated with his words, and I nearly moaned.

“Then why didn’t you come to me?” I asked.

“I don’t want to push you,” he answered.

“Push me into what?” I pushed.

He sighed.

“We both know where this is going,” he answered honestly. “We’re just waiting for you to get ready.”

I swallowed thickly, went up on my elbows and stared down at where I thought his face was.

“I am ready,” I said nervously.

His strong, thick fingers burrowed deep into my hair, and I closed my eyes as his lips met the sensitive skin of my neck.

“You sure?” he asked.

I nodded, and he growled in reply.

“Good,” he said. “I don’t think I could’ve held out for much longer. Your visions are killing me.”

I blinked.

“What?” I asked.

I felt his lips curl into a smile against my neck.

“You’ve been projecting visions at me. And they all center on me and you…most of the time we’re naked,” he answered.

I gasped.

“What?” I asked.

Had I done that?

Holy shit!

I’d, of course, had daydreams about him, but never in a million years would I have thought that I was projecting those visions out towards him.

“I’m…I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered.

He chuckled.

“Not your fault. I needed to teach you how to handle them first. Without the knowledge, you’ll just keep doing it unwittingly. But I found that I quite liked the visions…and I didn’t want you to freak out without being in the right mind frame first,” he said.

I sighed a breath of relief.

“Good,” I said, leaning my head down to his.

His lips whispered against mine, baby soft.

“You smell so good,” he growled.

“You always do. The scent of you clings to me, making me think about you even when you’re not here,” I admitted. “My mind never strays far away from you.”

“That’s how I want it,” he admitted, both of his hands moving up to my face to hold me in place.

Then he really was kissing me.

Deeply. Sensually.

I moaned into his mouth, eyes closing in rapture as my tongue played along his.

“God,” I breathed.

“No. Just yours. Nikolai. Your mate,” he said as he pulled back. Then went in for more.

My hands went underneath his shoulder blades, and I curled my fingers until they were resting on top of his shoulder.

My panty clad pussy was resting on the solid expanse of his belly, but I could feel a faint prod from his lower half at the bottom of my thigh, and my body responded to it.

“We need condoms.”

“I don’t have any,” he moaned, dropping back away from me.

His head hit the back of the headboard, and I winced.

“I…I didn’t think this through very far,” I admitted.

“Me neither. I thought with us not having them here, it’d be easier for me to stay away from you. Not to take that final step until you were ready,” he explained.

I bit my lip as I counted days inside my head.

I’d had my period and had finished it just two days ago, making me think that maybe it wouldn’t have any repercussions if we did it right now.

Tomorrow we’d get condoms.

Tomorrow, I decided.

I moved lower, scooting until I was between his legs, and my mouth could reach his nipples.

I ran my tongue along the small, tight peaks, letting my teeth nip the bud every few flicks as I did.

“Shit,” he hissed, letting his fingers tangle in my hair.

I switched sides, repeating the process.

His hands tightened in my hair, fists clenching and unclenching as he tried valiantly not to direct me where he wanted me to go.

“What do you want, Nik?” I questioned.

He growled.

“You. I want you. I want you on your back, with your legs around my shoulders. I want you on all fours, with my dick in your ass. I want you on your knees, with my cock in your mouth. I want you every which way I can get you,” he answered abruptly, tumbling me to the side so he was on top of me. “But mostly, right now, I want to be inside your hot, sweet pussy so bad I can taste it. Unfortunately, I can’t fucking have that.”

When he started to get up, I wrapped both of my legs around his hips and pulled him closer until the cock in question ran along the length of my pussy.

“Then take me,” I ordered.

He hissed through his teeth.

“I can’t. I can’t do that to you. What if…” He stopped when I pressed my hand over his mouth.

“My uncle’s proof that we don’t have forever. I can’t live like that anymore. I want you. I want this. We’ll deal with everything else…later,” I insisted.

I could feel the stillness in his body. Practically see his mind working as he tried to work out what to do.

And, in the end, he chose me.

“We’re so fucked,” he said, then pulled my panties off of me with one vicious yank.

I jolted with the force of it, my legs falling wide as he sank his hips between mine and rubbed himself along my exposed sex.

The hard ridge of his cock was somewhat frightening, but he quickly made me forget about it when he shoved my shirt up over my head and latched his mouth onto my breast.

I arched, trying to get him to take more of my breast into his mouth, but he pushed me down by placing one giant hand on my stomach.

I moaned.

Seemed like I was doing a lot of that, but I couldn’t help it. He was making me feel things I wasn’t used to feeling, which meant my brain wasn’t processing like it was usually capable of.

“Nikolai,” I pleaded. “Please.”

I yanked on his hair to get him to move…to do anything but torture me, but he either didn’t care that he was torturing me…or he didn’t realize it.

Either way, I was on the verge of getting vicious.

Luckily, he stopped the delicious torture and moved down my body, only making me realize that he was swapping one torture for another.

I bit my lip so hard that I drew blood the moment his lips latched onto my clit.

I’d never had that done before.

Hell, I hadn’t had half the things he’d done to me tonight done before in four sexual encounters.

I was practically a virgin to all things sexual, except for the actual act itself.

And the feel of Nikolai’s tongue darting in and out of my entrance had me gasping for breath.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, closing my eyes as he started to play a finger lightly up and down the crease of my ass, not quite peeking into that deep forbidden place, but teasing me with the possibility.

“Has anyone ever had you here, before?” he rumbled against my clit.

I shook my head on the pillow.

“No,” I moaned.

“Good. I’ll be the first,” he growled. “And the last.”

I agreed wholeheartedly.

How anyone would ever leave this man’s bed was beyond me.

I wasn’t naïve. I knew he wasn’t a virgin…but he would’ve had to practically kick me out of his bed to get me to leave if he gave half his other conquests this type of treatment.

A sharp slap on the side of my ass had me gasping, and my eyes opening wide.

Then my heart rate picked up as I looked around at my new world.

I wasn’t seeing in color, per se. I was seeing in shades of colors.

The room around me was a deep solid purplish black while where Nikolai was between my thighs and colored in shades of orange, yellows, and reds.

“Don’t think about me with other women,” he said, stretching his tongue out to flick just the very tip of my clit.

I swallowed and nodded.

“What am I seeing?” I asked, concern evident in my voice.

“I don’t know,” he growled. “What are you seeing?”

He ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh until he reached my hip bone, then nipped me sharply before moving back up again.

“Colors. Different shades of colors,” I explained breathily.

He was now at my tits, which he glided over with smooth, single-minded focus.

“Infrared. I can make myself see heat signatures…and obviously you’ve picked up on that power, too,” he explained.

I closed my eyes, suddenly not caring about anything but the way it felt to have his cock lined up at my entrance.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

I nodded, biting my lip as I did.

“Yes,” I hissed.

He didn’t waste any time thrusting inside.

He filled me only half way before he had to back out.

Then wasted no time thrusting back inside again.

My man was anything but a procrastinator.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck yes. You feel so tight around my cock.”

I bit my lip, trying to keep the wail that wanted loose out of my throat.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, giving me my first taste of me.

It was salty and a little bit sweet, making me deepen the kiss.

He hitched one of his arms underneath one of my legs and held it in place while he started to really thrust hard inside of me.

In and out.

In and out.

Solid strength and sinewy muscle meeting the softness of my ass and thighs.

I gloried in the way my pussy stretched for him, stretching around him like I was made to fit him and only him.

I would’ve never thought it possible to take such a large cock into such a tiny entrance, but Nikolai proved me wrong as he finally bottomed out completely inside of me.

His wiry pubic hairs rasped deliciously against my engorged clit, making the moan finally slip free of my lips.

“Yesssss,” I yelled. “Harder.”

He gave it to me harder, filling me up and emptying me almost as fast as I could think it.

In and out.

Hard and tight.

My pussy clamped down on his invading cock, and suddenly I was no longer in this world anymore. I was skyrocketed to some alternate universe where only orgasms of this caliber existed.

“Yes. Oh, God, yes!” I shrieked.

Nikolai grunted, his cock twitching as his own release followed mine.

He cursed as he tried in vain to pull out, but my pussy was having none of that.

It seemed to cling to his dick, refusing to let it go for anything.

He filled me up, hot spurts of cum filling me so completely that I wasn’t sure I could ever get completely free of him.

He growled, then collapsed on my chest, giving me his weight as his strength left him.

I held him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I breathed in his scent.

My heart rate calmed, and I finally allowed myself time to think.

“We’re bad,” I said after a while.

He chuckled and took me with him as he rolled, allowing me to come to a rest directly on top of him.

“Yeah, we’re bad,” he agreed.