Chapter Thirty Two
Final Answers, Fateful Endings, and Fresh Beginnings
Elliot
Nicholas pulls me over him and adjusts me until I’m lying over him.
“Were you always this clingy?” I ask when the warmth of his body starts feeling too comfortable, too cozy.
He lazily drags his hand over my back. “You love it,” he says softly, then presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“That’s awfully presumptuous of you, Golden Boy,” I say, resting my chin on his chest so I can look up at his bright face. “Is mind-reading another thing they teach at this super cop bureau?”
Nick laughs and leans down to drop a peck on my lips. “Don’t need any super power to read your mind,” he says. He smiles, his eyes sparkling with evil.
I snort. “Remind me again, was it because of all the mind-reading that you never found the Vigilante Wolf Killer?”
“I found out it was you. It just took some time because—well, you’re distracting.”
Ugh, this man is soft. I try to fight the smile threatening to split my face. I don’t want to encourage him.
“That reminds me,” he says, sliding his hand down to my ass. “You deserve to be punished for that.”
Then his hand disappears and comes down hard right where it was a second ago. A surprise ripple travels up my body. My cheek flares hot under the sudden sting.
“Too much?” he asks, his eyes intense, trained on my face.
What the fuck? I swallow. I can still feel the sharp pain where his hand landed. My body is hot all over, curious and confused. Only one way to solve the confusion.
I shake my head.
His eyes go darker, and another slap cracks across the other butt cheek, sharp enough to leave it tingling and raw. He smacks me again, and it becomes difficult to breathe.
I’m not confused anymore. I feel light and hot and free. My body shivers with need. When his hand connects with brutal precision again, I let out a long moan.
I breathe against his chest, sucking the skin into my mouth. Biting it when his hand cracks down again. My dick, stuck between our bodies, takes notice and is half-hard.
Nicholas massages my ass, the movement of his hand sending jolts up my spine. Then he pulls my cheeks apart with both hands, and his finger dips down inside me.
“I think that’s enough for now,” he says, his voice all growl.
“I knew you were soft,” I croak out.
“Oh yeah?” he says, moving me around until his dick pushes against my hole. Then he fills me in one swift motion.
I groan out.
He folds his legs so his feet rest on the bed and fucks into me with abandon. The position can’t be easy for him, but that doesn't stop him from pushing into me repeatedly, fast and hard.
I feel every inch of it. My heated, abused skin tingles when his thighs slap against me. My cock is rubbing against our bodies.
“Still too soft for you?”
He adjusts me some more until he’s hitting my prostate every thrust, and my oversensitive body shivers with every contact. This is too much and not enough. I want him to fill me and never leave. I want him to never stop.
The orgasm came like a surprise, like he yanked it out of my body.
“Yes, baby, let go,” Nicholas says.
I look at him, his face is scrunched up and sweaty, eyes shining, almost golden. He’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I lie there limp, letting him use me to chase his release. I love it. Being his. To use, to own, to do whatever he damn pleases.
I must have said some of it out loud because suddenly I find myself on my back. He takes both my legs over his shoulders, so my hip is hanging in the air, and fucks into me like a man on a mission.
After a few minutes of his torturous pace, my dick stirs, trying to get back into the game. The valiant effort doesn’t succeed. He pushes into me over and over, making me feel every thrust. My body is on fire, ready for this to be over, yet wanting him to keep inside me forever.
Then he stops, his release filling me to the brim.
“Fuck, that was good.” He drops down beside me again and pulls me into him. “Not too much, right?” He caresses down my back until his fingers find my sore hole.
“It will be if you keep doing that,” I warn breathlessly. Honestly, he can do anything to me, and it’ll never be too much.
He laughs. “Noted.” He doesn't push his finger in, just lets it rest there, feeling me. “Maybe you can fuck me when your dick is back in commission?” he offers.
“We’ll see,” I try for nonchalance while my dick perks up at the mention.
Nicholas laughs.
Just then, his phone vibrates somewhere in the bed.
He groans. “Ignore it,” he says. “We’ll never find it anyway.” He looks at the mess we’ve made of his mattress.
The vibration stops, then starts back up.
That begins a long, tiring hunt for his phone. We locate it successfully under one of the pillows near my foot when it starts vibrating the third time.
Nicholas picks the call up and puts it on speaker. He leans back against the bed, pulling me with him, so my head rests on his chest. Is this my future? Being glued to Nicholas at all times? Do I really mind that?
“You were supposed to update me about the officer-involved shooting investigation. Where were you?” A woman’s low, angry voice fills the room. It raises the hair on the back of my neck.
Nicholas makes a guilty face. “I was just about to call you, Meena. They’re not pressing charges, and the Internal Affairs cleared me, too,” he tells her.
“Mm-hmm,” she doesn’t sound like she believes him. Nicholas isn’t much of a liar, even at the best of times. “So, I don’t need to get involved?”
“Nope. All handled. I was careful,” he says.
“Alright. So, this Elliot Rhodes. Is this serious?” she asks.
My eyes go wide, and I look up at a smiling Nicholas. He winks at me.
“Very,” he says, looking straight at me.
“I heard Matt gave him the talk?” she says, doubtfully.
Nicholas rolls his eyes. “He did a great job. I talked to Elliot. He’s taking it all pretty well.”
I shake my head.
“Good, good,” she says. “I looked at the evidence received from Adler’s place. Looks like the man had completely lost it. They found pictures of my husband and Matt’s fiancé on his laptop. His plan was apparently to kill every human close to werewolves,” she says.
“Huh,” Nicholas says, sounding surprised. When our eyes meet, he smiles again.
My mouth hangs open. He planted evidence to protect me? I had him so wrong. He’s not a Boy Scout. Not at all.
“We need to have a team meeting on this soon. And if you talk to Elliot, please apologize on my behalf for letting this happen.” She sounds genuinely sorry.
“I’ll do that,” Nicholas says.
“And Nicholas?” Meena says right before he’s about to hang up. “They found a werewolf’s body in a hotel in Arizona. Heart attack. Maybe the Vigilante Wolf Hunter moved on?”
“If we’re lucky,” Nicholas says.
“Let’s talk about this in the next meeting. And tell me if the shooting becomes a thing,” she warns.
“I will,” he says, and Meena disconnects the call.
“She never says ‘bye,’” Nicholas complains.
I ignore his disappointed face. “You broke into Dominic’s place, didn’t you?” I ask. I need confirmation. I need to know if he’s as deep into this as I am.
“Why would I do that?” he says, then turns away from me to find something in the bedside table.
I’m going to amend my statement. Nicholas is a horrible liar.
A feeling of warmth courses through my body. I look at him sitting there, strong and dependable. For the first time in my life, I feel content. Protected.
He tosses something at me. I look down to find my “serious shit” phone in front of me. “Got this from your office. Thought you’ll need it. And seriously? A trapdoor in the floor? Were you trying to get caught?”
I laugh. “I was so wrong about you.”
“I hope that’s a good thing?”
“The best,” I say, picking up my phone. I ignore the million missed calls from Sam and scroll through his thousand messages. They range from freaked out to concerned to angry.
I snort at a particularly threatening one.
Sam the Genius: If you don’t answer me right this second, I’ll publish all that poetry in your laptop under your name.
I continue scrolling, but my hand freezes when I reach one of the first ones he sent two days ago.
I found him.
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