ISABELLA
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Nick smiles at my demand. It’s not a triumphant, cocky smile. It’s an indulgent, almost surprised thing, as if he can’t believe he’s here in this moment with me.
That makes two of us.
He gently squeezes my neck and draws us together, brushing his lips against mine in a whisper of a kiss.
But I’m done teasing. I’m done with not getting what I want.
“Come on, Nick.” I nibble gently on his full bottom lip. “Show me what it is to be devoured by you.”
A rumbling growl is my only warning before I’m suddenly picked up and deposited in his lap, legs straddling his thighs. “Give me your mouth, woman.”
As if I would ever fight such a thing. I sink into him, melting into his kisses with a whimper.
My hips move against the growing hardness in his lap in time with his. I only got a little preview of what he’s packing the last time we kissed, but that won’t be enough.
Not tonight.
I open to his playful nip and indulge in the taste of his mouth—dark, dry wine, and something addictingly Nick.
Pleasure mounts in my lower half with each sinful drag surprisingly quickly as we grind together and explore. He grasps my breast in his large hand, and I wrench away with a moan.
“So responsive,” he says, his tone filled with pride and overwhelming lust. So much lust. He navigates the words as if he’s wading through thick fog.
He finds my nipple through the fabric of my dress, pinching it softly to force another high-pitched moan from my lips. Meanwhile, my hips haven’t stopped rocking; if anything, they’ve gotten faster as I climb toward something I can’t believe I’m reaching with all my clothes on.
“I think—” my own voice is unrecognizable. A passionate, breathy whimper. “—Oh God, Nick, I think I’m gonna come like this.”
He growls low in his chest, so low I can feel it right where I need it, causing my hips to buck. “I want you to drench me, Izzy. Make a goddamn mess of me.”
I keen as the pleasure mounts to a fever pitch until it breaks, leaving me panting and moaning in his mouth, chasing the last moments of sweet release. I’ve never come that hard in my life, certainly not with all my clothes on.
In a flash, I’m flipped onto my back on his soft couch, and Nick is there, taking a large inhale while sucking a love bite into my inner thigh. I’m all exposed livewires as I try to come down from my orgasm.
My soaked underwear is torn to shreds before I can register the action.
“Another,” he growls against my cunt, sending shockwaves of desire like lightning through my entire body. It’s my only warning before he dives in like a man starved. Licking and sucking and biting as my back bows and I grasp onto his soft hair as an anchor. I’m convinced I’ll float away otherwise.
Despite this being our first time together, it’s like he knows exactly what I need before I need it. He notes every single shift in my body, every time I hold on tighter or moan louder.
He reads me like his favorite novel.
And when he wedges one thick finger inside me, I swear I do float up to the clouds.
Words are beyond me. I’m pure need as I twist, riding his face as best I can from below.
My orgasm tears through me in a violent rampage, ripping me apart and putting me back together in a completely new way until all I can do is pant.
“Delicious,” he says, wet face kissing my thighs sweetly. “So fucking good for me, Izzy.”
As my body tries to recover, my lust never dims. I watch as he caresses my skin, grounding me to him. But I need more.
“Nick,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “Take me upstairs.”
His crystal blue eyes meet mine from between my legs, beard damp and nostrils flared. “You want more?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your knot ever since you told me about it,” I admit, tugging at him until he leans over me. “I want you to split me open.”
His smirk is devilish, sending a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. “My woman is insatiable. I can’t wait to hear you beg.”
With that, I’m lifted over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry as he turns toward the stairs.
My woman.
The second time he’s said it tonight, and it’s overwhelmingly right. I should be kind of weirded out, I think, but I’m so desperately into it.
I want him to claim me. I want to be his.
The muscles in his back shift as we walk upstairs and down the hallway toward what I hope to God is his bedroom. I expect him to throw me on the bed and have his wicked way with me, but he’s careful as he leads me back down to my feet.
“You have ten seconds to get that dress off or I’m ripping it,” he says, blue eyes flashing with promise. As much as I want to watch him rip it, I actually love this dress, so I scramble to obey. It falls to the ground in a gentle whoosh of fabric, my nipples pebbling in the cool of the room.
“So sensitive to every little change.” He steps to me, shirtless, and I lose focus.
I knew Nick was built like some sort of Greek god, but I honestly had no idea that he was so well-defined. He looks like something out of an airbrushed magazine.
His broad chest tapers down to a trim waist, eight-pack abs rippling down to an Adonis belt, pointing straight to the one place I want to be.
His chest has a light dusting of hair, but he’s less hairy than I thought he would be, considering he’s a werewolf.
He takes my hand and lifts it to his heart, shivering when my skin makes contact. “I can’t describe how good it feels when you touch me.”
“And I haven’t even gotten my hands where I want them.”
With that, I’m pulled into a hard kiss, a passionate thing that careens me right back to the trembling mess I was downstairs.
“Get on the bed,” he growls.
Yes. Sir.