Chapter 10 Nova #2
Though this was hardly my first kiss, it was only one of two in my life that consumed me completely.
Fire erupted in my veins as he moaned against my mouth, and that lava spilled over.
Tugging him to me so tightly all I could think about was having him close, having all of him.
I could feel him growing against my thigh through his pants, and it excited me.
The kiss broke, and Conrad’s eyes roamed over my face. “Is this for real?”
I tilted my head, brows furrowed in confusion. He looked off to the side.
“I don’t want you to call this a mistake later. To regret it.”
Cupping his chin, I forced his gaze back to mine. “And why would I regret it?”
A crack broke his armored confidence, and his voice bled honesty. “I’m a turned.”
My face pinched in confusion, I shook my head. “And? What does that have to do with us fucking in the middle of the forest?”
When he didn’t answer, I took a page from my little sister Aniyah and made the first move. Unzipping his pants, I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a squeeze. The gasp he gave was sweet, full of shock and awe, and I wanted to hear it again.
“Tell me,” I murmured, moving my hand up and down as his eyes fluttered at my touch.
“What does that have to do with us fucking? What does that have to do with having your dick inside me?” Lifting my head, I pressed a soft kiss to his neck while keeping my hand movements steady.
“I can barely fit my hand around you, and you keep growing harder. I’d say you’ll do just fine performing the act. What else are you concerned about?”
His mouth opened, but only clipped, heady breaths came out.
Enjoying the heat coursing through me, I rolled us, reclaiming the top position.
“Now...” My fingers worked expertly, undoing his pants and sliding them down to his thighs.
His cock sprang to attention instantly, the glistening, silky head pointing straight at me, practically weeping for me.
“I think you have far too many clothes on,” I murmured, my voice teasing.
“It’s not fair for me to be all naked and you to be all covered. ”
I lifted a finger, morphed it into a sharp claw, and hooked it into the collar of his shirt, ripping the fabric down the middle. As the white fabric fell to the sides, my eyes feasted on what laid before me, and I flicked my tongue against my fang.
Lean, taut muscle was spread out in front of me like a damn snack.
Each groove and line looked good enough to eat.
His body wasn't bulky or his skin stretched out like all the fighters I knew, no, this man's body was honed for life’s other pleasures. My hands roamed his chest, tracing each line. I enjoyed the quiver of every muscle I touched, eliciting low, desperate groans from him that vibrated against my skin. His gaze devoured me like I was everything and nothing he’d ever imagined. I liked that. I needed that.
“Fuck, Nova, I need to touch you.” His hands latched onto my ass, tugging me closer as he rubbed his cock along the slit of my heat. Every stroke, every press of his hardness sent shivers coursing down my spine.
“When we’re like this, you can touch me however you like.” I was surprised when the words came out of my mouth, spoken to a man I’d known less than twenty-four hours, yet they felt right. My body knew some kind of truth before my mind did.
His hand gripped my waist as he shifted up to a seated position, claiming my mouth with teeth and tongue, exploring as if memorizing every single insatiable moment.
The kiss was both languid and frenzied, his internal war reflected in the desperate rhythm of his mouth.
My core clenched in response, aching, empty. I wanted him inside me.
Screw whatever war he was fighting. I would win mine.
Breaking the kiss, I rested my temple against his shoulder, both of us panting, craving more.
My hand slithered between us, wrapping around his cock.
A hiss escaped his lips, the sound setting fire to every nerve ending in me.
His hands roamed my body, desperate to claim every inch of skin he could reach—my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone—needing that skin-to-skin feel.
Quickly, I got on my knees and positioned myself over him before I thrust, impaling myself on his cock, driving that desire deep into my core. A guttural moan tore from his throat.
“Oh, fuck!” His hands gripped my back like cool iron, fingers digging into my flesh. I imagined claws raking my skin, and a pang of dark pleasure shot through me. His forehead pressed against my chest, his heady breath skating along my nipples, making them tighten as he clung to me.
I rode him relentlessly, savoring the shuddering heat, the way he broke beneath me with each thrust.
“So fucking warm.” He groaned, lips and tongue tracing across my skin as he murmured, “so fucking wet.”
I tangled my fingers in his burnt-blond hair, tilting his head back. His eyes glowed with unchained hunger, dark need spreading to every corner of his expression.
“You’re a fucking witch,” he growled, part anger, part awe. “You trapped me, and now I can’t feel anything but this… ever again.”
I threw my head back, laughing into the night sky, keeping up those slow, tantalizing thrusts, driving us both higher and higher.
His hands devoured every line of muscle, every taut inch of skin, gripping greedily.
I loved hearing his curses mix with his need.
In this moment, I was seen and utterly desired.
The raw, carnal rush of being the sole object of someone’s attention and adoration was intoxicating. No pretense, no power games, no strategy. Just primal, unfiltered want. Every moment with Conrad was instinctual, a give-and-take of pure, unbridled need.
I wanted to drown in it, to lose myself completely.
A rustle to my left snapped me from the haze, and I paused. My gaze sharpened, instincts flaring. Was someone watching? I’d gut them before they saw even a second more.
“Please, Nova.”
Conrad’s fractured voice drew me back, and the noise faded into nothing. I looked down, struck by the sheer, devastating beauty of him. Fangs out, lips glistening, eyes darting from my neck to my eyes, raw desperation was written across every feature.
He wanted not only my body but my blood. Most born vampires used blood for control or mating, but turned ones had no such luxury of choice. They needed connection, physical and visceral, to draw what they craved.
I lifted my hair, offering my neck, letting anticipation coil tight around my senses.
His soft, plush lips traced a trail from my shoulder to my neck, each brush creating electric sparks that pooled in my core.
My breath hitched, and my hips rolled, riding every wave, every pulse of heat.
One hand cupped my neck, gentle, grounding.
The other claimed my breast, his thumb circling my areola in slow, maddening strokes that made me arch into him.
Then, his fingers pinched, hard, and I screamed. At the same moment, his fangs sank deep into my skin. My mind went blank, drowning in fire and desire, and my body trembled uncontrollably, completely consumed by the pleasure of each pull at my neck.
It had never been like this.
After Zeth’s rejection, I really wanted to split sex from the desire for partners, for a mate.
It drove me to turn to strangers, casting blur spells over my face so no one would recognize me.
It was just body parts meshing together.
Mechanical, impersonal. Heat, yes, but only from the act itself, not this slow, devouring fire that rose higher with every touch.
Then Aniyah’s Twenty-first birthday happened. Liam happened.
I knew I wasn’t soft or delicate. I wore muscle and control like armor because I had to.
When Liam and I clicked, I thought I had found someone who saw outside of that.
Someone who could see the locked-away part of me.
The woman that wanted to flirt, and joke, and swoon at soft, sultry words. But it had all been a farce.
That night, I nailed that door shut, chained it, and threw away the key. I would never be that vulnerable again.
I wasn’t made to be wanted. I was made to be strong. To lead. To control.
The sharp pull at my neck dragged me back to now. My legs wrapped around Conrad’s back, and I held on tight. All of those feelings bled into the background as I moaned his name.
His hands gripped my waist, and, with inhuman speed, he drove me up and down, hard and fast, until the forest blurred into flashes of green. The only sounds left were his carnal grunts and my broken moans as he sucked at my neck and fucked me raw.
“Ooh, oh, fuck! Conrad. Haah... aaah!” My voice fractured, repeating those words like a broken record as my body bounced helplessly in his grasp while I clung to him with everything I had.
Heat burned at my wrist, searing through me, and I almost told him to stop, to figure out what that burning was, when he yanked his mouth from my neck and growled into the forest like the apex predator he was.
He pushed me back onto the ground, and all thoughts of pain left as every thrust of his hips pounded me into the earth, skin smacking, friction igniting every nerve.
“Grab my neck.”
My eyes snapped open, looking up into the green fire of his gaze. I tilted my head, silently asking if I’d heard him right.
He seized my hand mid-thrust and curled it around his neck, teeth bared, muscles taut. “Claws out. Grab me tight. I want to fuck the woman who could snuff me out without thinking twice.”
His words ignited the fire in my veins. My hips lifted instinctively, grinding against him all while keeping a tight grip on his throat.
My breath caught, and my whole body clenched as I cried out.
Waves of pleasure pooled in my core, mingling with the wet, sloppy rhythm of our bodies, and I came so hard my eyes crossed.