Chapter 43
Elariya
“The First Undoing”
We portaled into Wolfe’s bedroom. Actually portaled. And I felt the difference between portaling and phasing straight away.
We didn't move slowly through the Void like earlier. There was no greyness, no nothingness, no room for uncertainty.
One moment, we were sitting in the tavern—me on his lap, desperate for him to make good on his demands to taste me everywhere, and him with his arms around me, staring at me like a hungry beast. Then we were here. Standing in the middle of his room.
Wolfe's shadows sliced through reality, opening the gate from one place to another so fast I didn't even have the chance to blink. It was nothing like my chaotic portaling accident after my encounter with the wraith. It was smooth, skillful, perfection.
He barely gave me the moment to process where we were before his mouth crushed to mine once more, devouring me.
Our bodies crashed into the closest wall, and he trapped me against it with his massive body.
The cold stone bit into my back through the thin fabric of my dress, but the chill was nothing compared to the fire he ignited beneath my skin. His hands found my wrists, pinning them above my head with one rough grip while the other traced the column of my throat. Possessive. Claiming.
I could taste the dangerous desire on his lips, metallic and intoxicating.
The barely leashed violence thrummed through his body as he pressed against me.
My breath hitched as his mouth moved to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there with just enough pressure to make me gasp.
Then I felt him everywhere at once. His scent filling my lungs.
His heat seeping through my clothes. His weight anchoring me to this moment where nothing existed but the wild, reckless need crackling between us.
“Mine,” he growled against my ear. “You are all mine, Ziyka.”
His words vibrated through me like a promise and a threat. His free hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back to expose more of my throat to his hungry mouth.
Some distant part of me knew there was no way this was a good idea. We were still the captor and the prisoner. I should at the very least think first before making any more mistakes with Wolfe Nightblade.
But screw it. Time was always against me. I didn't have the luxury of thinking and taking time to consider the way a normal person would. Doing so could rob me of this moment. What if I never had this chance again?
I wished to have him not even an hour ago. Maybe this was the moon’s way of granting that wish. So no, I would never turn my back on this moment for anything.
I arched into him, my body betraying every rational thought, aching for the possession he hadn't yet claimed. I wanted it all.
Whatever he gave me. Whatever he wanted—a taste or my innocence—he'd have me.
“You unravel me, mage,” he husked through our ravenous kisses. “You taste like something I'll always crave.”
“Oh Gods.” I tried to move back so I could look at his face, but he pulled me closer, kissing me harder.
The air sparked between us as we got lost in more consuming kisses. I tasted freedom in him. Pure, unfiltered freedom. It spread through every nerve of my body until it sank into my core.
I was only pulled away from the sensation when his hard-as-steel erection pressed into my belly against my hip in the same deliberate, possessive manner that he kissed me.
Gods, it was like he wanted me to know I'd done that to him. And I loved that I had.
With his lips still claiming mine, his hands slid down to grip my ass, setting off the nest of butterflies in my stomach. Then he drifted back up, gliding over my breasts and down my stomach, leaving fire in the wake of his touch.
His hands made their way between my thighs. A stroke of his finger across my clit through my dress awakened everything inside me.
Wolfe drew back from my lips, leaving our breaths tangled and ragged like we'd just run from something. Or toward it. I caught the hunger in his eyes as he stared at me, touching my mouth with his thumb.
“Slowly.” His voice dropped a notch below a whisper. “I'm going to savor every inch of you slowly. Starting by taking this off.”
He tugged on my dress and traced one long finger down the valley between my breasts. In a single flick, he undid the crisscross ribbon, and the cotton fell away, gaping open under the heat of his gaze.
Then his hands found my shoulders, pushing the fabric away with deliberate slowness. The dress surrendered to his command, floating down my body in a soft rustle before settling in a pool at my feet.
I stood before him in nothing but the gossamer-thin chemise, the silk so fine it might as well have been mist. The delicate fabric clung to my puckered nipples and every curve, showing all the ways my body had betrayed me from his touch.
His gaze swept over me with appreciation, the corner of his mouth quirked upward in a dark smile.
He crouched, lifted my leg, and slipped off my shoes.
Then he lowered his lips to the smooth skin and kissed his way up.
When he reached my thighs, I thought he'd continue to the place I wanted him most, but he paused, took the hem of my chemise, and lifted it over my head as he stood.
Cool air met my naked body, and my awareness returned. I moved to cover myself, but Wolfe grabbed my hands.
“No.” He pressed my hands against the wall. “Don't hide from me, Elariya.” The way he said my name, like an enchanted whisper, made my heart stutter.
“I—”
“I want to see you. All of you.”
My lips parted as if I was going to answer, but there were no more words in my mind.
I'd never stood this bare before anyone. This moment was the furthest I'd ever gone. Everything we did next would be more firsts for me. And they would all be with him.
Wolfe drank me in with primal desire, his eyes roaming over me from head to toe as if he were trying to memorize every part of me. He took his time, pausing briefly at the large swells of my breasts, the flat of my stomach, then down to the mound of my sex.
Despite the hunger burning in his gaze, there was something reverent in his expression. Like he was looking at something sacred and forbidden all at once. The look was so potent I forgot my nakedness and prayed my heart would always remember it.
“You're beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe.
I swallowed hard, past the lump in my throat. “Thank you... though I'm sure you've had better.”
He leaned into me, fangs bared. “Not in three hundred years has anyone compared to you, Ziyka.”
My skin prickled with goose bumps as his confession settled into my bones. The weight of his words crashed over me like a tide I couldn't escape.
I couldn't imagine how many women had warmed his bed in three centuries. Yet here I stood, somehow different, somehow worth remembering.
Before I could take my next breath, he scooped me up and carried me over to the bed. He lay me down in the center and shrugged out of his jacket, then he climbed onto the bed and brushed a teasing kiss on my lips before licking over my nipples.
Blood raced through me, my body responding to his mouth before my mind could keep up.
“I've been dying to suck on these since I met you,” he husked. “Do you know how badly I've wanted you?”
I gasped, utterly lost. Wolfe leaned in, licked a slow stripe over the top of my breast, and inhaled the scent of my skin. I didn't know if I'd survive this... but I'd never wanted anything more.
“While I’m feasting on your tits, I want you to imagine what I’m going to do to your clit. Because when I get down there, I'm going to make you scream.”
His mouth closed over my nipple before I could think, then everything in my mind shattered. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, every lick and flick sending liquid pleasure shooting through me.
He started sucking, and Gods help me, I did exactly what he said. I imagined his tongue on my clit, imagined his head between my thighs, imagined myself screaming.
Moans of ecstasy fell from my lips as Wolfe sucked harder, grazing my skin with his teeth. When he shifted to my other breast, my stomach bottomed out.
“Wolfe...oh Gods...” I cried out, grasping at the sheets.
He answered by pinning me down on the mattress so he could deepen his wild suckle.
He knew exactly how to undo me. I was wetter than I'd ever been, my core pulsing with the need for more.
I laced my fingers through the silky strands of his hair, holding him to me, but a surge of reckless pleasure shot through me, and I lost control, losing my grip on him.
A greedy orgasm tore through my body, and I cried out, arching off the mattress.
Wolfe pulled away to look at me. To watch me unravel in his arms.
He watched until I barely got my breath back, then he moved down my body until his mouth was between my legs, lapping at my arousal.
His large hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider so he could sweep his tongue through my folds. He flicked over my clit and sucked hard on the already sensitive nub, making me see stars. Consuming strokes followed, and everywhere burned all at once.
This was possession, raw and unrelenting. There was something sinful about watching him eating me out with that controlled dominance that made my blood pound hotter.
My orgasm built as fast as before, and I clutched his shoulders, my body trembling as I neared the edge.
Wolfe looked up at me for a fraction, wickedness carved into every line of his face and that promise to make me scream.
Not a second later, he thrust his tongue deeper into my entrance and slid his hands back up to my breasts. While his tongue consumed me, he squeezed my breasts, molding, his thumbs caressing my nipples.
I moaned out loud, a sound filled with blissful anguish. Then pleasure exploded inside me, scorching everywhere it touched.