Chapter 38
Nikolai
Soul Ties
Something truly magical was transpiring between Kinsley and me tonight.
It was completely unexpected, and it pulled at the deepest recesses of my heart.
I made slow, sweet love to her in a way I’d never done with any other woman.
I drew out each stroke of my cock, savoring the feel of our bodies merging and becoming one.
“Do you feel that, Crow? Our bodies are intertwining, and our souls are binding each time you—” She moaned as I continued my gentle, deep thrusts. “—move within me. Can you feel the ties wrapping around every part of you as I do?”
I groaned at her words. “Yes, god yes, bind me, tie me. My soul is forever a part of yours. What have you done to me?” I asked in wonder, my voice pained and broken.
Right on cue, her body stiffened, and she shivered. She was going to come soon; I loved knowing her body so well.
“Damn, baby girl.” I pulled out partially and then slammed inside, rendering her speechless.
If she could see my eyes, she’d see how filled with lust they were. How hard I was concentrating as my cock stroked her. Hearing her cry out my name had me gasping and pushing deeper into her perfect cunt. Leaning down, I nipped the delicate flesh of her collarbones.
“Daddy,” she shouted as every nerve ending in my body danced; the sensation was too much. She was too much.
“My girl is close, aren’t you?” I growled as her hips rolled to meet each of my thrusts.
“Yes,” she cried out, her voice husky as she fought back the exquisite pleasure building. “I want it harder. I need it.”
“Fuck me,” I ground out, rearing back before slamming into her again. “I can’t hold it. I need you to come for me, baby,” I begged.
I was right on the edge of going over and needed her to come first. Her pleasure was my reward, so until she let go, I was going to hold back.
The desperation in my tone was also new.
Her beautiful lips parted, but no sound came out.
Her body tensed, and everything around me dissipated, leaving only the pure perfection of moving above her in measured, deep strokes.
Her body coiled tight and her legs stiffened under me. I groaned, knowing what was coming, and sure enough, her cunt clamped down on my throbbing cock.
“Breathe, baby girl,” I ground out.
And then the sweet sounds of her release filled my ears as she screamed over and over. She bit down on her lip, and I kissed her passionately, catching her next scream as her body continued to tremble and shake. I drew back, my need to come growing stronger, and moaning long and hard, I let go.
My cock pulsed, and I filled her tight channel. She whispered my name once more as my cum shot out and coated her.
“So fucking crazy for you,” I choked out.
She unwrapped her hands and pushed the blindfold off. “Daddy, it’s okay,” she breathed while caressing my face, somehow understanding my emotional state.
“Nikolai…” She pushed a lock of my hair off my face, and I slipped out of her, collapsing on my stomach in a daze beside her.
She moved to untie her ankles, then lay down next to me, rubbing my back. I shivered under the feel of her fingertips on my skin.
“Do you know how wonderful you are? Do you know how much I needed your little scavenger hunt? How perfect it was after the day I had. I needed a drink. You knew. You also somehow knew that I’d want to fuck you in my bed.
Don’t you ever fucking doubt that you don’t know me, know my brothers.
You are everything to me,” I swore, peering into her soul. It was my turn to brush her hair back.
“I won’t doubt it again. I need you to know I meant what I said. I love you.”
Her eyes searched mine, and I couldn’t keep my vulnerable state a secret any longer. A single tear slipped down my cheek, prompting her to suck in a deep breath before she brushed it away.
“I fell in love with you the night at the club when you spoke to me in Russian. I hadn’t heard our native tongue fall from a man’s lips since I was a very little girl. You told me—”
“Ty razbudil vo mne chto-to davno zabytoye,” I repeated. You have awoken something long forgotten inside of me. Taking her hand, I brought it to my lips in memory of that night, and her face beamed.
Overwhelmed, I turned and pulled her into my body, then wrapped my arms around her. We stayed like that until she shivered. Reaching down, I drew the sheet over us and felt content for the first time in a long time.
After a while, her stomach growled. “We should go eat. I wanted to cook dinner for you tonight. But Chef Bonfils was not having it.”
“I’m not surprised. I bet he almost had a heart attack at the mere suggestion.”
“It’s too bad. I wanted to make you my famous chicken, show you my skill sets. What is your favorite food, anyway?”
“I’m a simple man, really. I’m fond of shepherd’s pie, fish and chips. Beans on toast.” I shrugged.
“You’re so British, but I love it. Did you look at the list?” Her words came out with a shaky uncertainty.
“I did have a look at it. It was telling in more ways than one. I was quite surprised that you didn’t list specific soft limits. Want to tell me why?”
“Not before I eat. After all, I’m apparently too skinny these days.” She sat up and then sauntered into the bathroom.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as she walked away. I lay there for a minute longer before resigning myself to get up. She had just finished using the bathroom when I came in. Her eyes traveled down my chest. Then she sauntered over, dancing out of my way as I went to grab her.
Teasingly, she called over her shoulder, “I made dessert.”
“Good, because remember, it’s all for one, and one for all. You make the old man something. You better make me something too.”
“Is that how it is?” She pulled her dress on.
“No bra or panties, I see. How naughty of you.”
“I mean, we have the house to ourselves.”
She shrugged, handing me my shirt. Grinning, I had to acknowledge she was right. With a wicked grin, I threw it on my bed and reached for my pants.
“I can’t wait until you are home with us again. You have no idea the plans I have for you. So many plans.”
“And what, you can’t do them here?” she teased.
“There’s no playroom here, malyshka, and I’ll most definitely want to acquaint you with all of my wicked desires.” I nibbled her neck as we made our way to the dining room.
Renee’s eyes held a twinkle. “I’ll let Chef Bonfils know you are ready for dinner, Master Nik,” she said with a quiet laugh.
“Did you commandeer my mother’s maid to help you seduce her son?”
“I may have.” Kinsley winked.
“Shameful. My mother would clutch her pearls in shock at the very thought.”
“Umm, yes, well, we should talk about that. I mean, it is her house, and she has the right to lay down rules, you know.”
“Quiet that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“What is the difference between your bed, your rules, and her house, her rules?”
“You’re pushing it, aren’t you? I suggest you keep that opinion closed up inside that devious little mind of yours. Tell me, how is wrapping my father around your finger going?”
She glared, seemingly offended. “I’m not at all attempting to wrap your father around my finger. He happens to be a very intelligent and thoughtful man.”
I followed her into the dining room. The usual clatter and hum of a full house were absent. Just quiet, save for the muted shuffle of our footsteps and the faint clink of cutlery already set in place.
“Uh-huh. I know. He’s also a sucker for a bookworm. Side note, my mother wants grandchildren. Perhaps if you struck up a conversation about your deep love of children and your desire to birth her some grandbabies, she will—”
She took the seat I held out, her eyes lingering on me. I moved to sit beside her. “Who said I have a deep love of children? And trust me, she’d put me on the first flight out to Paris. That’s what she’d do.”
Suddenly, the spark of mischief in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a studious expression. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she drifted mentally. She was so easy to read—one of the things I loved most about her.
“What is that look for?” I asked.
“We should all talk about this whole coming inside of me thing. We’re probably safe. Typically, I ovulate around…” She looked like she was doing some mental math before adding, “But it will be tricky next week.”
Her ramblings clearly weren’t meant for me, but once I caught on, I frowned. In every scenario I imagined with her, it included children. Mine and theirs.
“Are you telling me you don’t want children? Perhaps we should table this conversation until all of your Kings are present and accounted for,” I said, growing serious.
“We can’t table it for much longer. I’m afraid this week was your and Alek’s last deposits.” She grinned as her cheeks flushed crimson.
Her comment made me laugh hard, and the huge smile that graced her lips faded. She put her hands on her hips as she grew solemn. Her brows, which had been relaxed and carefree a second ago, furrowed.
“I’m serious. You laugh all you want, but when these legs are closed next week, you’ll know exactly how serious I am.”
Reaching across the way, I grabbed her hand and pulled her from her chair and into my lap.
“These legs will never be closed to me nor my brothers,” I growled.
I caressed her bare thighs to soothe the rough way I spoke.
“You belong to us completely, unequivocally, and if it was nonnegotiable, you should have put it on the list.”
She grew even more serious than before. A warmth spread through my chest. Those deep feelings I’d tried to pass off for too long clutched me in their grasp.
“Nik,” she breathed my name, laying her head against my shoulder. “I can’t get pregnant. I’m leaving. I’ll barely be treading water emotionally once I have to leave you all.”
Tears gathered in her eyes, and I pulled her close and rubbed her back.
After a few minutes passed, I changed the subject. “I hear you and my father discussed Dante’s Inferno. Care to share your thoughts?”
“Umm, not really.”
She sighed heavily, understanding the topic was closed for the moment.
She went to move, but I held on tighter.
I cut a piece of shepherd’s pie and brought the fork up to her mouth.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, she parted her lips and accepted my offering. “Talk to me, baby girl.”
After chewing, she said, “Fine. After talking with your father, I decided I’ll have plenty of time to repent and crawl my way out of the inferno. Well, I will once I disappear. Your father was right about one thing, though, and I find myself in a unique position.”
“Really? Please share?” I raised an eyebrow and winked.
“It’s simple. You see, Kinsley may have to be stuck in the inferno, with no hope of escape, because let’s be real.
She will dream about you long after you’ve forgotten her name.
But Emma Kate, she won’t be anywhere near that damned hellfire called the inferno.
If there are no Kings, then there is no inferno,” she declared dramatically.
She had the most perfected Southern-American accent I’d heard.
Tucking the information away in my brain, I said, “Oh, so you’re going back to America and possibly the Southern areas.
Good to know, Emma Kate. Well, thanks for giving me a small head start and a name to go off.
I’ll commit to searching every square inch of the South for you.
You know, I once dated a Laura Leigh. She was the epitome of a Southern belle. ”
“Wow, really? Keep it up, Crow, and I’ll dive deep into the scene and find myself a new Daddy. Maybe even before I land. Yes, a nice Southern Daddy who I can ride.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
Her comment, while clearly all in fun, had me feeling pangs of possessiveness. Visions of her calling out “Daddy” for another man had my cheek twitching. “Like hell, you will. I’ll be the only Daddy you ever know.”
I shoved my hands into her hair and kissed her so damn thoroughly that she had to turn away to catch her breath. Chef Bonfils cleared his throat, and I loosened my tight grip on her but didn’t release her completely.
The look of complete shock on Chef’s face had me biting back laughter. I was sure that in the decades he had been serving our family, he’d never once seen anyone siting shirtless at the table. My hands continued to roam under her dress, and it was obvious.
I squeezed her thigh. “Oh, dessert. I can’t wait to taste it.” I stood her up, slapped her ass for good measure, and pushed her back toward her chair.
Ever the gentleman, Chef ignored me. “Yes, Ms. Taylor once more insisted. Something about ratting me out if I didn’t let her in the kitchen.”
“I’m not quite sure I said that. I only meant that the Kings don’t keep secrets from one another, so Nik was aware that I made Alek dessert last night. He would expect that I do the same for him.”
“Yes, well, I hope you know how to make Russian desserts, too, because Ivan’s tastes run more along the lines of Mrs. King’s,” he said, his voice gruff.
She grew quiet, and I studied her. Chef had no idea his words hit hard. Damn Ivan and his stubbornness.
“Thank you, Chef,” I murmured, giving him a small nod, and he quietly slipped out, leaving us alone.
“This is delicious, Kinsley. Thank you.” I scraped the last bit of mousse from the edge of the glass, the cool silk of it melting on my tongue before I set the spoon down.
When I looked up, she was staring at her own forlornly, and I stood. “Come on, no sad face tonight. We have too many erotic things to discuss.”