Chapter Eight #2
Katarina shook her head, wheezing, “No, thank you, I needed that.”
She swiped tears away from her eyes as she trembled all over from her laughter. It looked good on her, to see her cheeks flushed again, to see her smiling from ear to ear…to see her, gazing up at him. It filled his stomach with angry butterflies.
Nikolai, endlessly calm, cool, and collected, was flustered when it came to people he actually liked. He was deadpan with the general public. But a goofy minotaur who had a mean right hook and was deadly loyal? A pretty eyed, flirty succubus who could use a good home? Dragons above, save him.
“What else do you need?” he breathed.
“What?” she blurted out.
His gaze fell to the tip of her tail, swishing back and forth slowly like a cat.
Then it trailed up from her barely covered thighs and where the shirt was tented around her breasts.
By the time his gaze met hers, Nikolai said everything he needed to say.
Her fingers were in his fur again, her nails scraping against his skin and leaving it raw.
Katarina led him backward the two steps to the edge of his bed before they both toppled back against it.
She climbed over him, and it was over. Her lips crashed into his and his hands grabbed ahold of the very hair he saved from certain doom.
It was silky smooth and cold, easily collecting in his palms as he dragged her closer.
A burning inferno of a woman, with hips that rutted against him.
He groaned into her mouth, helpless to do much more than grind back against her.
The friction was enough to make his hair stand on end.
Flimsy fabric was all that separated him from burying himself to the hilt.
And he held no doubt that she was just as warm wrapped around his cock as she was against his chest. Her mouth was a dizzying carousel that he chased over and over until she broke first. Katarina panted for air, her hands pressing firmly against his chest.
“Sorry—”
“You apologize too much,” he grunted, grabbing her by the hips and tossing her back against the bed.
Nikolai threw himself in between her thighs, grinding his cock against her core again.
Her eyes rolled and her back arched. Their mouths clashed again as his fingers dove under the fabric of her t-shirt.
Satin skin prickled with goosebumps as he roamed her stomach.
His hands climbed up till he cupped her breasts.
The pad of his thumb brushed her nipples, and he moaned.
They were tiny pebbles that caused her hips to jerk with every brush.
Oh, pretty thing, I’m going to take such good care of you.
He pinched them and swallowed down the needy yelp that came out of her throat.
I’m going to make you stop apologizing. He tugged on her lower lip, careful of his tusks. Katarina locked her legs around him.
“Nik,” she panted for air the second he let go of her lower lip.
His lips trailed her jaw, making sure to scrape his way down her jugular.
Her body trembled against him, and he lost all control.
Palming her breasts, making sure to pinch when he wanted her cunt to jerk against him, he couldn’t hear anything but her haggard breathing.
Couldn’t feel anything but the way her fingers raked through his fur, up the back of his head, and across his scalp.
He bit down onto the crook of her neck and felt her hips faulter. Her body was a tight coil ready to snap. He bit harder, feeling her spare a hand to her own mouth. A muffled moan sent shivers down his spine down into his balls.
Nikolai pulled off her quickly bruising throat and grunted in her ear, “You close?”
She whined behind her palm, nodding. Her arms shook as she peeled her hand away.
Katarina took ahold of his face and brought his lips back to her.
The kiss was vicious, needy, and heavy as she gulped down his air.
Nikolai never got dizzy while kissing like he did with her.
But, when she pulled away, he saw it. If only for a moment, he caught a soft blue haze coming out of his mouth.
She breathed it in, large fangs protruding from her mouth as she swallowed.
Her skin glowed brighter. He was staring into large stop lights that could outshine the moon as she pulled him in for another kiss.
She’s feeding. Why it made his core tingle and hips buck harder, he didn’t know. Nikolai wasn’t sure of a lot of things.
What he did know for certain was if he kept dry humping her like this, he was going to paint her like a canvas.
Nikolai shivered as her hand roamed down his stomach.
Her fingers wrapped around the waistband of his boxers and popped it up and over his cock.
He groaned into her devastating kiss. You’re dangerous, pretty thing.
His cock nestled itself against her, rubbing against soaked panties.
“I’m going to ruin those,” he growled against her mouth.
She smirked but said nothing as he kept thrusting against her.
Nikolai didn’t want to push further than she was willing to go…
but he knew she wasn’t getting off without a bit more friction.
He grabbed the edge of those panties and pushed it aside.
His tip smashed into her clit, pressed between warm lips.
The more danger of slipping in, the better it felt to rub against her.
Katarina tossed her head back. He found his way back to the crook of her neck and kept on that growing hickey.
Between pinching her nipples, sinking his teeth into her neck, and abusing her clit, he knew it was a matter of seconds.
When she slapped a hand onto her mouth again, he grinned against her jugular. “Good girl.”
Her hips jerked one more time before he felt her body shift.
Legs soft, body deflated, eyes closed, and mouth open as another cloud of blue magic floated from him to her.
Nikolai pulled back to inspect his handy work.
Her cunt was puffy and red, glittering in the morning light.
He pulled his cock away from her, finding it coated in her.
“I… Uh…damn,” she let out an airy laugh. “I’ve never…”
“Mechanics know how to grind,” he smirked.
Katarina snorted, shaking her head. “You little shit.”
“Not little,” he hummed smugly as he leaned over her. Her glowing eyes opened to stare up at him. She smiled broadly.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she whispered before rolling him right back where he was earlier—beneath her and desperate.
Katarina kissed down his chest to his belly.
Nik’s vision filled with stars as she wasted no time wrapping her lips around him.
He nearly swallowed his tongue. His stomach clenched up.
Not like I wasn’t already close. Here he was, thinking he might get away without painting her belly with cum…
only to have her give him the smallest of suction on his tip and his balls tightened.
Eyes rolling back in his head, he bucked into her mouth once and spilled into the back of her throat.
She’s gonna be so fucking smug about that.
He would be too, who was he kidding, if he so much as just kissed the front of her pussy and she came, he’d never let it go.
Nikolai grabbed a pillow and shoved it into his mouth to keep the moan from bouncing off the walls as she gulped down rope after rope of his cum.
It was a spine-tingling, toe-curling, head-spinning sensation.
His stomach clenched as he felt like he’d emptied himself fully into her mouth.
Then like the fucking sex goddess she was, she eased her suck of him at the last second.
Nik tossed the pillow away from his mouth to look down.
She popped off him with a wet smack. Puffy lips to match her puffy cunt, and a tongue coated in him, she locked eyes with him before swallowing the last bit of him.
Nikolai would have chewed on nails, would have punched steel, would have ripped apart whole blocks of concrete like a wildebeest to watch her do that again.
“I agree,” she hummed, licking her lips salaciously. “You’re not little.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard your brains leak out your ears,” he threatened with a snarl.
“Not right now you won’t. I bet you’ll be down for a few hours after that.
” She winked—fucking winked, this succubus is going to get her ass spanked—at him.
Nikolai shifted to sit up, but she scrambled away faster.
Mischief in her face, she snatched her phone out of the rumpled duvet and frolicked out of reach.
“Momma! Beckfest!” Isabella called from downstairs.
“Oh, and that’s my cue!” Katarina giggled, pulling on a pair of pajama shorts like she hadn’t just been spread on his bed like a buffet. “Duty calls.”
Nikolai growled again, but it was only met by smug, flirty giggles as she flounced away.
Oh, I’ll get you back, pretty thing. Your ass won’t be able to sit down for weeks…
Nikolai chewed on his own fist for a moment to ground himself.
It took a minute, but he was finally able to climb to his feet and snatch up the clothes he was going to wear.
Work on the car, just go work on the fucking car.
Cause if he didn’t put his hands in an engine or his body under a car, he was going to bend that woman over the closest surface he could find.
Which wouldn’t help him because she was right, his cock wasn’t coming back up for a long time.
That succubus damn near sucked the soul out of him.