Chapter 23 Nova
NOVA
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
The vent blasted cool air across my skin, but it didn’t have the intended effect. Instead, the chill only sharpened the heat rippling through me. My pulse thudded in my wrists, in my throat, in my whole body, making every move uncomfortable.
We had been talking about the plan when my body sent a chill up and down my spine. Like it was a warning before a scorching heat bloomed underneath my skin.
I tried to cover it up, turning the nearest air vents toward me when they weren't looking, but it didn't help.
Then it hit me, like a scent bomb detonating in my chest, and I gasped, dragging in mouthfuls of air.
Each inhale burst with flavor, the vivid taste alive on my tongue as it filled my lungs.
Zeth’s smoked cherries—dark and sticky—merged with Nick’s clean white musk until the air thickened into something sweeter, heavier.
A sharp streak of citrus cut through the sweetness, chased by sandalwood and spice that burned its way down my lungs.
Every note tangled together until my mind was dizzy, drowning in an ocean of scents and desire that drove my body crazy.
My wolf rolled over inside me, shameless and eager, tail wagging, belly bare. Not in the least bit helpful!
I told myself to get out of the car, to breathe fresh air, to think about anything but them, but my hands wouldn’t move. My chest rose and fell in rapid succession. My thighs pressed together of their own accord, and I hated how much I liked being suffocated by their scents.
A cool, smooth hand landed on my thigh, and the breath I’d been holding came out in a shuddering plea.
“Are you okay, Nova?”
Conrad’s voice dragged me under, and I lolled my head in the direction of his voice.
Concern softened those moss-green eyes until they blurred behind the memory of his mouth on my skin in the woods, making my body burn hotter.
My teeth sliced into my lower lip, blood spilling across my tongue as I held back a plea.
A small, sane voice in my head told me to stay seated, to pretend it was nothing, but every nerve in my body leaned toward him, begging for more.
His thumb stroked my thigh once, innocent, maybe, but it sent shots of lightning up my spine. My eyes slammed shut as my fingers clenched the leather seat, nails biting in, trying to ground myself as my pulse throbbed down below.
He tilted my head up, my lids cracked open to see his curious lifted brow and questioning gaze locked onto me. Guilt twisted through me like a blade.
The marks on my arm ignited, each bud pulsing in a different rhythm, and none of them mine.
He shrugged out of his jacket and leaned in close, a crooked half-smile tugging at his mouth. “I’ve got you, Boss,” he murmured.
The laugh that left me cracked through my dry throat, sounding small and strangled.
*He knelt, his eyes on me like they would never let go, and my heartbeat tripped.
Fangs slid into sight, slow and alluring, from behind his smile.
My breath hitched; my body tightened. His fingers brushed the fabric of my dress up, and my breath stuttered.
Even the soft sound of sliding silk sent tremors up my thighs.
“What the fuck?” a surprised voice muttered, breaking the spell. A low growl vibrated through my chest, my wolf angry at the interruption.
“Shhh,” Conrad soothed, coaxing me. “Don’t worry about anything else. Anybody else. Just focus on me.”
His hands mapped the length of my thighs, and his lips followed, the heat of his breath causing goosebumps to follow. My body arched toward him before I could stop it.
My lips parted in a gasp as his teeth grazed the inside of my thigh. My body opened up for him, begging in a primal response.
“More,” I heard myself whisper. “I need… more.”
Conrad lifted one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder before he gave me one last devilish smile. "Oh, you're going to get more, Boss. I want you to feel how I devour you from the inside out. I want all my tastebuds to scream your name."
A whimper tore from my throat at his words. Desperation clouded my mind. My thoughts fragmented as my vision blurred at the edges. My hips rolled forward in small, involuntary movements, my body pleading for what wouldn't come out of my mouth.
"Mmmmm," he hummed along my inner thigh. The vibrations teased my sensitive skin, and I gasped, a wordless plea for him to keep going. "Your cunt smells divine, Nova. I'm going to feast tonight."
Before I could process his words, his cool palms cupped my ass with lightning speed, fingers digging into my flesh. He'd lifted me effortlessly, so high that his elbows pressed into the leather while my bottom was suspended in the air.
He gave my pussy one long, languid lick, flicking his tongue along my clit at the end. My head slammed back against the headrest. My spine arched so severely the bones felt like a bow drawn taut, and my hips thrust forward shamelessly, chasing his mouth for more.
"Fuck, your pussy’s gorgeous," he whispered against my inner thigh, then those teeth slid into my flesh. With one long, deliberate pull, he sucked from my vein.
"Aaahhhh." The sound slipped from my mouth unbidden as he drank from me. When I looked down, his eyes were still fixed on my pussy, watching it clench in rhythm with each pull at my thigh.
His fingers dug deeper into my ass, the tips creeping dangerously close to entering both holes. My body shook, not from fear, but from a need so visceral it had stolen my breath.
"Conrad. Please." My voice cracked, hoarse and raw. He released my thigh with a wet pop, his tongue soothing the wound before his gaze returned to mine. Devotion, praise, loyalty, want—all of it swirled together in those eyes—eyes that I should’ve been wary of, but, in that moment, hesitation had no place here.
Both my body and I needed him to deliver on his promise, to take the edge off and help me regain my focus.
I slid my hand into his caramel-blond locks, my voice breathless as I commanded, "Fucking lick me clean, then, and don't stop until I've come all over that gorgeous face."
He didn’t need to be told twice. He dove in, making sounds that filled the car with carnal pleasure, wet and hungry.
My hands gripped the leather so hard the fabric split beneath my fingernails.
His touch, those sounds, our combined scent flooded my senses.
My eyes rolled back as his tongue circled my clit and lapped at my center with single-minded devotion.
"Fuck this," came from the other end of the car, but I didn’t acknowledge it. All I wanted was for Conrad to continue, for me to come so my body would finally calm down. There was still so much to do that night, and I needed to be focused.
Leather creaked, and Conrad took that moment to spear my core with his tongue.
My eyes popped open as a moan tore from me.
Molten sea-colored eyes flashed before my face.
A mouth covered mine, warm, wet. His tongue collided with mine, swallowing that moan as if he’d always meant to claim it as his own.
Cherries filled my nose, and I knew who’d kissed the daylights out of me. Zeth.
His hands cupped my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples through the silky fabric, turning my body into a trembling mess.
When his mouth broke from my lips, Zeth stared down at me. Although his eyes were lit with anger, his lust was written on his face, both sides battling for dominance. Hoping to help him decide, I breathed out his name. That desire took over as his grip turned rough.
"You think I'm going to just let this asshole do this in front of me without making my claim? You’re mine, Nova Rossey."
I swallowed hard, scrambling for what to say about all that, but Conrad didn't let me think.
He paused, causing me to look down at him.
He put his fingers in his mouth, licking around them liberally before looking up at me, shoving those two saliva-soaked fingers past the tight ring of muscle at my backside.
"Oh, fuck, Con," burst from my lips as the vampire staked his claim.
Zeth's eyes surged with fire. His hands gripped the fabric at my breasts and tore it apart. The loud snap of threads breaking bounced around the car as his mouth circled my nipple and bit down hard.
"Aaahhhh! Fuck! Yes!" My breathing became labored, ragged. My body wound tighter and tighter as Zeth tortured me with his rough treatment from above while Conrad licked and sucked at my clit, working two fingers in and out of my ass with maddening precision.
"Fucking animals." The groan came from the other side of the car where Nick was sitting, his hands gripping his thighs so hard I thought his fingers would snap.
His back rigid and hunched, his eyes drank in the scene, caught between sin and salvation.
He wanted it but couldn't come to terms with that desire.
Too fucking bad. He wasn't human anymore, and he needed to accept that. And supes… we liked to fuck.
I cried out Zeth and Conrad's names while staring at Nick, and they moaned mine in return as they continued with renewed vigor.
For a second, Nick looked like he was about to lunge forward, to say fuck it, but then he snarled at himself and turned his head away.
Normally, I wasn’t the type to beg for sex, didn’t enjoy convincing someone or pulling them in, but my body needed more despite how hard the two men were working me over. So I changed tactics.
"Nick," I whispered desperately. Lifting a hand from my side, I reached for him with a plea that normally would have caused me shame, but right now, all of that went out the window. I needed him, and I was willing to do whatever it took to get him.
His whole body flinched. He didn’t want to watch, but curiosity won. His gaze slowly turned my way.
"I need you," I choked out.
He puffed out a humorless laugh, his eyes flicking to Zeth and Conrad before returning to me, his silent ‘yeah, right’ coming out loud and clear.