Chapter 10 Nova #3
His head tipped back in ecstasy. Hot, guttural moans vibrated against my grip, fighting their way through. Then, like a light had switched on, his gaze snapped back to mine, unflinching, demanding. He was determined to consume me, to break me entirely.
He hooked his arms under my thighs, lifting them up just to push them as far to the ground as they would go, stretching me so wide I thought I would split apart.
Every inch of me was pulled taut, muscles straining, and the delicious ache drove stars behind my eyelids.
My breath came in ragged pants, muscle pounding against muscle, and my own desire was dripping out, making a mess between us.
“We’re not done, Boss Rossey.” His mouth was stained with my blood, fangs bared, gaze searing. “I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy so hard you’ll need to be carried out.”
A shuddered whimper escaped me, a sound I’d never heard myself make. His eyes softened for the smallest moment, and my heart skipped a beat, a slice of vulnerability beneath that feral exterior. “But only for my good girl…. Will you be my good girl?”
My body already craving a second orgasm, I bit my lip and nodded. His grin widened, and his arms eased their grip, giving my bruised body a brief reprieve.
He brought my hand to his lips, tongue brushing over my fingertips, tasting me, and I shivered, molten heat pooling deeper with every lick.
“Now,” he murmured, moving my other hand to his neck while still sucking and licking at the first. “Claws out, piercing skin, and I want you to squeeze hard. Choke me while I fuck you. Don’t let go until I’ve made you come again. Understand?”
I nodded, shaping one finger into a sharp claw.
He chuckled darkly, dragging it into his mouth, sucking and licking at it as his tongue sliced open and blood oozed from his lips.
He moved to kiss my palm and down my arm, leaving a blood red trail as he went.
It was primal and dirty, like we were making an offering to the moon goddess.
Moving that hand to meet the other, I enclosed both hands along the column of his throat.
Heat radiated from the taut muscles beneath my claws, and his skin was slick with blood.
He thrust harder, faster, and I opened my mouth to scream, but his lips crushed mine.
The coppery taste of my blood mingled between our tongues, his raw need pushing the kiss harder, faster.
I tightened my grip, pulling him just close enough to whisper, “Fuck me, Conrad. Fuck me so hard I’m forced to let go.”
His arms pushed my thighs higher, spreading me wide as he relentlessly drove into me. Every inch of him thrust inside, filling me, stretching me, dragging ragged gasps from my throat.
Thwop.
Thwop.
Thwop.
My claws dug in, ripping shallow lines into his skin, almost like I was marking him.
My wolf purred in my head at the thought, and I shoved that away as soon as friction sparked fire across my nerves.
His eyes darkened, pupils wide and glowing, watching me gasp, pant, and shudder.
He licked his lips as my muscles clenched around him, grasping him tight.
His thrusts became frenzied, neck veins pulsing, face flushed, but his gaze never left mine, commanding, claiming, tethering me to him.
Held in a savage lock, neither of us yielded until the heat in my core exploded. The tingling between my thighs busted into a storm that left me breathless and silent.
My claws retracted, hands slipping from his neck.
Like a tether snapping free, he roared into the night. “Oh, god, fuck! Nova! Fucking. Take. It!”
Liquid heat spilled into me as he pumped until he was spent. I was trembling and utterly wrecked, but the satisfaction and contentment I felt was worth it. Every thick, velvety thrust, every moan, every pulse of muscle was raw, carnal, ours.
Conrad collapsed atop me, chest heaving, gulping air like he couldn’t get enough. I threaded fingers through his burnt-blond hair, massaging his scalp, feeling every beat of his racing heart that matched my own.
“I don’t know about you, but that was my first time fucking in the forest.” His head tilted, grin tugging at his lips despite his exhaustion. “Who knew I liked it wild?”
Licking my lips, I teased, “And who knew Mr. Businessman could fuck like that? You surprised me.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, soaking in the contact. We savored the aftermath until the buzzing of my phone shattered the heat bubble around us. Reality had come knocking sooner than I thought.
I gave myself one more second to close my eyes and take a breath, enjoying the afterglow of great sex, before I tapped his shoulder. “Time’s up.”
With a groan, he reluctantly rolled off me. “Can’t you just tell Zeth you’re busy?”
I glanced at my shredded clothes and sighed. Luckily, I always kept a spare set in the car. Unlocking my phone, I saw missed texts from my siblings and a voicemail from Zeth asking if I needed help questioning Conrad.
Nope. That part of the presentation was done. Completely.
“Let’s go take a nap and have a lazy afternoon.” His hopeful voice was cute. “We could crash at my place and—”
I lifted my hand and saw he’d already got up, pants buttoned, his shredded shirt in hand, eyes bright like he was excited by the idea of spending more time with me. I wished it were that simple. I wished I were that simple.
“I can’t.” I closed my eyes. It was time to go back to the real world. “I need to get back. Check on the sample, then follow the lead where it takes me.”
“Then how about I go with you?”
Looking up at him, I shook my head as if he’d lost his mind. “No. Now that I know you’re not involved, you’re no longer tied to it.” My words sounded cold, so I quickly added, “Thank you for all your help. I truly appreciate it, but we’ll take it from here.”
See, Nova? Nice. Easy. Clean. No strings. Then why does my chest ache?
“Wait. Wait. Wait.” He stomped up to me, and I folded my arms across my chest, standing my ground. Naked or not, I was still a boss. “Are you saying you’re done with me?”
His eyes bounced between mine, silently begging me not to say yes, so I didn’t answer. I didn’t want it to be true either, but this was how it had to go. He didn’t need to be tangled in something he wasn’t part of. This was Syndicate business.
Deliberately not looking back, I stepped around him, walking down the path we’d used. “I’ll take you home. You don’t have to worry. And if you suffered any losses from missing the fight tonight, I’ll compensate you.”
Did I just fuck him and tell him I’d pay him? Yikes, Nova. Probably not the right phrasing.
I had made it about halfway when a blur of motion stopped me. Conrad was positioned right in front of me, eyes ablaze.
“No.” His green eyes locked on mine, his mouth tight, arms crossed like a steel barrier. “Donnie and Jeremy are my friends.” Even he winced at his wording, but he quickly doubled down. “I want to help.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say they were just acquaintances?”
“No. Friends. Fellow turned supes I’ve helped. You don’t go helping every random acquaintance, do you?”
I shrugged. True, I didn’t, but I also didn’t have time for dead weight. I brushed past him, only to have him yank my arm back. I growled, surprised by his resolve.
“I know someone Donnie might’ve told,” he blurted, running a hand through his hair before standing his ground. “A promoter he keeps in touch with. If anyone knows what Donnie was up to, it’s him.”
Was this just a ploy to stay involved or if he was really trying to find a way to be around me? Maybe he was being honest. Maybe not. If he lied, I could kill him.
That voice deep inside cooed, “But could you really?”
I bit out, “Where’s this promoter?”
His lips twitched, but he stayed firm. “He’ll be in town for a major fight in a couple days. The Grosky versus Banner fight that you’re putting on.”
It wasn't just a fight; it was the fight. The one that was going to be televised across the nation. The one for which I had celebrities and rich people, both supes and humans, begging me for seats. Money, fame, the works. I’d even built a new dome facility, making the in-person fights exclusive to the elite and the few celebrities who could afford a seat.
The only exception was I had a lot of media coming for this first fight, both big and small, wanting everyone to have this playing in everyone's faces.
Looking him in the eyes, I knew I couldn’t ignore the lead. The syringe. The sample. What if it was inconclusive? What if it led nowhere? I had to follow all the leads, wherever they went. It was my job.
“Fine,” I relented.
I stepped up, chest-to-chest. “And if this guy turns out to be a dead lead or hasn’t talked to Donnie in a while, I’ll make it my personal goal to ruin every business venture of yours. You waste my time, and I’ll make sure your time doesn't even matter. Understand?”
A sinful smile stretched across his face, sending shivers down my spine. “You got it, Boss Rossey.”
I took a breath, leaning forward just slightly, still drawn to him. His eyes turned molten as they looked down, and I was suddenly very aware of how naked I was.
Snapping out of it and spinning toward the car, I said, “Let’s go. I need to get you home so I can shower.”
His voice whispered near my ear, “You could always shower at my place?”
I closed my eyes, realizing that getting him home would be a battle of wills all its own. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?