19. Nikolai

19

NIKOLAI

J ust like the first time I met Jessa, something inexplicable pulled me out of the temple tonight. I’m only glad I found her when I did.

“Let me get some water,” I tell her as I settle her on my bed. There’s a few scratches on her, but more than anything, I want to wash off the feeling of someone else’s hands on her.

“You’re the one that needs tending to,” she murmurs, even as she wraps her arms around herself.

I don’t know where her tunic went but I go to my chest and pull out one of mine. Coming back, I drape it over her, and before I can stop myself, I reach up to cup her face.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmur.

I didn’t sustain much damage. Torn skin heals easily, and though there may be crusted blood on me, I feel perfectly fine.

But there is dirt on Jessa’s skin and I know a layer of grime coats her from the feeling of the abuse. So I slip out of my room to retrieve a basin of water and a cloth.

When I return, she’s drowning in my tunic and her pants are on the floor. Her legs are tucked beneath her, and her shoulders are curled in.

Crossing the room, I tuck my finger under her chin and lift it. Just like every time, her hazel eyes meeting mine steals my breath. But I don’t look away. I left all my resistances and reasons why I shouldn’t want her out in the forest as I ripped a vrakken to shreds and left him to bleed in misery until he’s found and healed.

Right now, all I want is to make sure Jessa is okay. Nothing else matters.

“I’ve got you, ómorfi ,” I tell her as I bring the cloth to her cheek. I wipe away the dirt and sweat slowly, and her lips part as she stares up at me.

I keep going, though, loving the way it feels to touch her. I run the cloth over her arms, smoothing her skin with my other hand. I swear it feels like magic is crackling against my flesh when I touch her, like I’m getting stronger just being near her.

We don’t talk as I keep going, but the tension builds until I’m on my knees before her. Gently, I tug one leg out from under her and wipe clean, then do the other.

When I finish, though, I don’t rise. I don’t want to stop touching her. I don’t want to give up on this moment.

And more than anything I want a fucking taste.

“Nikolai,” she breathes. Her chest is heaving, and I can smell her arousal. It has my cock hardening, begging to be buried in that tight pussy.

“Yes?”

I should stop this. I know I should. I’ve already gone too far, and I know that I won’t recover this time. I’ll have nothing to blame it on, and we’ll both be forced to face a truth I can’t handle…

I want this human more than air itself.

Not her body. Not her blood.

I want to own every part of her. I want to feel her thrumming in my veins and squirming under me while her walls milk my cock for every drop of release only she can wring from me.

I want her soul and her smile and her heart.

I want her .

“Please…” She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip as she spreads her legs open and I see there is nothing under my tunic. It stirs something wild and feral in me, knowing she’s cloaked in my scent. “Make me forget.”

Slowly, I kiss up her legs just like the first time, my eyes locked on her soft, pink folds. My heart pounds in my chest as I come to a stop between her thighs and I reach out to gently part her, my fingers brushing against the moisture that glistens there.

Leaning in, I moan, breathing in the scent of her. And with slow precision, I lick up her slit. She tastes sweet and earthy, like sun-warmed nectarines and wildflowers. My tongue darts out to swipe over her clit, and she lets out a soft gasp.

I savor the sound, loving the way she responds as I start to work her clit. Her scent grows stronger as I worship her, causing a hot ache deep inside me that only she can soothe.

Her hips buck against my face, grinding herself into my mouth, and I moan around her clit. This is too much for me to handle – the taste of her arousal mixed with the scent of her desire has me close to losing control already.

I need more, crave more of this exquisite woman who has stolen my heart without even trying. With determination firing through my veins, I lick and suck harder on her clit as my fingers find their way lower, tracing circles around her entrance until finally sliding inside her wet heat. She cries out into the silent night air, arching her back and clutching my head as I bring her right to the edge…

“Nikolai!” she gasps and comes hard around me.

I lick her, slowing as she rides out, and then I finally sit back. Her hands are pushed behind her, her back still arched and her chest heaving as her head hangs back.

She’s exquisite.

Her head snaps up and she looks at me, her eyes glittering as she leans forward. “Come here,” she murmurs, reaching for me and pulling my mouth up to hers.

She kisses me deep and hard, her tongue lapping up the arousal, and I find myself settling into her. We fit so fucking perfectly that I didn’t realize how much I was aching for this until I’m leaning her back and pressing her into my bed, my wings expanding behind me as I do so.

“I want more,” she moans when I break away to kiss down her neck. “Please. I want you.” She traces her hands up my back until they meet my wings, and then the pads of her fingers follow the curve of it.

I shudder, my cock throbbing as it threatens to unload right there. A deep groan escapes me as I drag my fangs along her skin. “Holy First, Jessa.” I press a kiss to her feverish skin. “You are driving me wild.” I push my erection into her. “You see what you do to me, ómorfi ? I’ve tried so hard to keep my distance and I. Just. Can’t.”

She jerks my head up to look at me. “Then don’t. Take what you want.”

My mind is a tangled mess right now, but lost in the taste and feel and smell of Jessa, there is no way I’m giving her up. So, I reach for the hem of the tunic and she eagerly rips it over her head and tosses her bra aside too.

Leaning down, I pull one breast into my mouth while I twist the other nipple with my hand. Jessa moans, her hips grinding up to me, and I keep my eyes on her as I bite down.

Her eyes fly open and then the most beautiful sound falls past her lips as my numbing agent floods her body. Her muscles relax, sinking into the bliss pouring through her veins, and I suck hard.

She cries out from the pressure of her breast, and I’m blinded by her blood pouring into my mouth. It tastes incredible, and instantly, I can feel it pulsing through my veins. I’m drunk on her and she’s drunk on me. Just the way I want it.

“Nikolai…” She whimpers and my cock twitches, begging to bury into her. “I’m so empty.”

“Fuck.” I reach for my breeches, undoing them and stroking my cock to calm the ache building. “You want me to fix that, ómorfi ? You want me to fill you up and stretch that pretty pussy until you are coming for me again?”

“Yes, please!” Her hands dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I chuckle darkly as I settle between her thighs, squeezing my cock at the base as I line it up with her entrance.

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you, Jessa.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Slowly, I push into her, her screams of pleasure music to my ears as I fill her completely. Her tight walls clamp down around my shaft and I moan, unable to hold back any longer. I thrust hard and deep, filling her with a ferocity that both terrifies and arouses me.

Her nails dig into my chest as she arches her hips against mine, meeting each of my thrusts with a feral growl on her lips. “Faster,” she begs me. “Faster!”

With a growl, I palm her ass, squeezing her ass cheek as I flip her onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, I slam into her hard and fast, her cries of pleasure egging me on. I suck on her neck and shoulder, planting my mark all along her collar bone. This woman is mine, and the world will know it.

“Say it,” I growl. “Tell me you want my bite!”

“I... I want your bite.” She gasps against the sheets as again and again I ram into her. “I’m yours.”

“Yes,” I hiss in pleasure as I bite down into her shoulder.

Her blood pools into my mouth as she comes around my cock with a scream, her pussy milking me to completion. She reaches behind her, dragging her finger up my wing, and I bow forward as I drive into her harshly, losing myself in the feeling. The high from it is too much and I release inside her, growling as I fill her.

Slowly, I pull out, marveling at how perfect she looks with my cum between her lips and my bite marring her skin. My softening erection bobs, growing excited again by the sight.

But I know she must be tired so I reach for the cloth, rinsing it and cleaning her up. And maybe I shouldn’t, but I climb into bed beside her and tuck her into my side.

For right now, I have her where I want her — at my side.

But Akeldama only knows what tomorrow will bring.