Chapter Twenty #2
He was still sweaty from work and then from the rush of endorphins of the fight.
It didn’t seem to matter as she raked her fingers through his chest hair.
She grabbed a fistful of him and tugged on him again.
He growled that time. Her skin under his palms broke out in goosebumps as he followed her example, roughly undoing her shorts.
The second he got them off her plump hips, he ripped back from her mouth. “How we work is we just work.”
“That’s not an answer,” she grumbled, kicking her shorts aside.
“You want answers, you ask Jessie.” Nikolai hooked her by the back of her knees with his fingers and hoisted her up onto the table. She hissed at the touch of cold steel to her backside. I know that feeling all too well. But it was a good sting. Great sting. He grinned against her mouth smugly.
“What do I come to you for then, huh?” she teased, pushing his overalls off his shoulders and down to his waist.
“A rough fuck? Piggyback rides? Shoulder to cry on?” He shrugged as his right hand found her cunt.
Her curls were damp and he recalled how drenched they were that morning.
How much more drenched they’d be if one of the neighbors didn’t stop by to ask him a question.
Nik would love to play in that sweet pussy of hers, but his fingers weren’t exactly clean.
Instead, he opted for tracing her slit with the back of his knuckles.
She shivered at the touch. His cock was begging to be in her again, and Nik was nothing if not a glutton.
He used his other hand to tug on his overalls till they piled down by his boots.
Nik continued to cover up his less than graceful dropping of trousers, “When that ex of yours gets out of jail—”
Her eyes flashed open, sharp and dangerous. “Okay, ground rule, we don’t talk about Gill when my panties are off.”
Nikolai put up his other hand as a white flag. “Duly noted…we’ll go over my other duties after I get you warmed up for the boss.”
Katarina looked like she wanted to talk back, so Nikolai took away her chance.
He pressed his cock to her cunt and watched the fight fall away.
Slipping through her damp curls was easy, keeping himself from picking back up where they left off in the kitchen was damn near impossible.
He eased in as slow as he could. Her head fell back, her pretty red hair falling down to sweep across the table.
He hummed with appreciation, “Good girl.”
Nikolai took his time, knowing Jessie was on his way.
He wanted the boss to catch them fucking.
Desperately. He needed to see Jessie’s eyes grow dark as the night sky and his breath hitch as he found the pair in his safe space.
It made all the hair on the back of Nikolai’s body stand on edge.
Katarina whined, desperate for more. He gave in, just enough to make her call out and fill the room with her pitched siren’s call.
Like he’d summoned him, the safe door groaned behind them. Jessie’s boisterous laugh echoed around the room. “Now, what do we have here?”
“Just a good girl getting all warmed up for your knot, boss.” Nik wiggled his brows suggestively at her.
Katarina panted for air. Jessie sauntered through the room, finally standing at the other end of the table.
To Nikolai’s delight, Jessie’s eyes were hooded, dark like a moonless night, and nostrils flared. His overalls were tented.
“Ooooh, I can see that,” Jessie chuckled, leaning his hip against the table.
Katarina grabbed onto Nikolai’s shoulders as he knocked into her sharply.
Her body turned to a tense coil, already on the edge.
Leaning into her, he took hold of her throat and sank his teeth into her supple flesh.
She gasped his name, following it with prayers for more.
Harder. Faster. Right there. Nikolai didn’t think he was a put on a show kind of guy…
until he felt Jessie watching him like a hungry panther and he was a wounded gazelle.
Nikolai’s balls tightened up against his body.
He spilled with a moan against her jugular.
His tongue flicked out against her goose bump riddled skin as an apology for the pain of his teeth digging into her.
Thankfully, well-fed Succubi tend to heal over flesh wounds quickly.
Not that I won’t mind giving her a lover’s bruise she can’t heal…
maybe on the inside of her thigh…if she’ll let me.
Nikolai dragged himself away from her. He was a vampire forcing himself to stop drinking from the neck of a victim.
All drool dripping down his chin and taking ragged gulps in as he stared at the masterpiece that was Katarina Witchbane.
Dripping with his essence, legs splotchy with his fingerprints and a slowly healing hickey on her neck.
Her eyes were a dangerous, glowing red as she stared him down hungrily.
The bugbear realized two things fairly quickly in that moment:
He liked giving Jessie a show. Gonna do that shit again. Absolutely cannot resist that sensation.
He wanted to mark Katarina as his. I’m getting sappy. What is this? Why am I like this?
“You good there, big guy?” Jessie teased, swaggering his way up to Katarina.
Her hungry gaze darted to him, and Nikolai was pretty sure she was about to suck the soul out of Jessie.
Nikolai took a sharp breath to clear the frenzy from his blood.
It took all his effort to tuck his soft cock away.
He was buttoned back up in his overalls when Jessie put himself between her thighs.
Maybe it’s my cock talking? But just maybe…
Nik hopped up onto the table, swinging his legs around her so he could sit behind her.
It’s a tight fit but it’s not about my comfort.
His long arms worked perfectly, one wrapping around her torso to tug her tank top down and torment her nipples.
The other had enough reach to spear between the pair and make sure her clit got just as much attention.
“You’ll need to come for us if you’re gonna take that knot. ”
“Fuck, baby girl,” Jessie panted for air. “Just like that, Nik, fuck, don’t stop. She’s gonna milk my cock and take this knot, aren’t you?”
Nikolai couldn’t help the smug, pleased smile pinned to his face. Nuzzling Katarina’s hair, breathing in her musk, and playing her body like a well-loved fiddle…Nikolai was pretty sure it wasn’t just his cock talking.
I could live like this forever.