10. Nova
NOVA
It’s been hours . Maybe even days—a lifetime.
After the light faded from the windows, I lost all track of time.
Roen alternates between using the vibrator and teasing me with his mouth, and when I feel like I’m about to pass out from the heat, he turns me over and spanks me again.
He’s let me come twice, but each time it makes the waiting more unbearable.
“Please, please, please,” I whisper, a fever burning underneath my skin while the vibrator pulses with intermittent bursts.
“Fuck,” Roen groans and finally— finally —clicks off the infernal thing. I slump on the mattress, but it’s too soon to celebrate because he curls three fingers inside me. I quiver. “Look at you, taking my fingers so well now,” he praises.
I mumble an incoherent reply. I’m desperate to come, but more than anything, I’m desperate for him.
“What do you need, sweet mate?” He scissors his fingers, and my eyes roll back in my skull. “It’s impossible to resist when you beg and whine for me.”
“More.” My voice cracks, but I don’t care. I don’t care if all I get is pain. I’m beginning to crave the sting—a balance to this relentless heat, and a pull so deep that it resonates with the bond. I feel it expanding inside my chest like a living thing. Like a second soul is winding around mine.
“More? What if I do this?” He shifts his hand, pinching my labia between his thumb and pointer finger. He does the same with the other side and stretches my skin until I cry out. Then his head dips and he strokes my clit with his tongue.
“ Ah ,” I pant. He circles my clit while pulling my labia apart, and I squirm. “Yes…no, I’m going to?—”
“Give it to me,” he growls. My legs spasm on either side of his broad shoulders, and the release hits me so hard that I forget to scream. Sparks shoot through my veins. Roen’s touch washes away the fever for a perfect, blissful moment, and I sigh in relief.
“We aren’t done yet. Look at me.”
I blink and glance down. Bright, incandescent blue eyes meet mine.
I’ve seen his true nature before, but it’s clearer now than ever. He hasn’t just been watching. Not just waiting. Roen is a hunter, whether as a man or wolf—and he’s been chasing me the whole time.
“I’d like to try something.” He leans in to give me a soft kiss and pulls away to search my face. “If you’re up for it tonight.”
My answer is immediate. “Yes. Please.”
“So daring.” He grins, showing off the tip of a pointed canine.
His eyes flick down my body, and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
The deep moan from his throat rumbles over my heart.
He leaves open-mouth kisses around my breast, using his teeth to pull and stretch.
I arch into his mouth. My fingernails dig into the bedpost as the rope tightens around my wrist.
An electric current swells my clit with every flick. Then something cool and smooth slips inside me. The vibration hums, and I’m torn between the roughness of his mouth and the clench between my legs.
“Roen,” I beg. “Hurt me. Please. I need it.”
“You’ll get whatever I give you.” He presses his knee to my pussy lips, holding the toy in place while rubbing my clit against the fabric of his sweatpants. It’s too much. Too soon.
Piece by piece, I lose my sanity. My breaths quicken, and just when I’m about to break, Roen pinches my nipple and tugs it upward. “Keep your eyes on me. You can come if you have to.”
I don’t have any other choice. His eyes light up as euphoria surges through me—then it’s cut short by pain. I let out a garbled wail of shock as he secures a clamp around each nipple, connected with a small chain. The metal teeth bite mercilessly into my flesh. “What—nipple clamps?”
“Yes. I assume you’ve never used them firsthand?” he replies, removing the vibrator so I have nothing left of my ruined orgasm.
I groan. “No.”
All things considered, they aren’t as bad as I imagined. I suck in a breath as my head clears. With two orgasms so close together and the added pain, my heatwave is more manageable. Maybe I’m getting better at this after all.
Roen waits for me to adjust, massaging my breasts while my nipples grow sore. My eyes wander lower and catch the bulge of his dick. “You need to come, too.”
He squeezes me, and I gasp. “Watching you is much more entertaining, darling mate.”
I squirm. “I want to taste you.”
He freezes. Then a deep sound comes from the back of his throat, and he pounces on me. Our lips seal in a scorching kiss. He grabs the back of my neck and holds me in place while claiming my mouth. His other hand slides under my ass, his cock hot and hard against my stomach.
I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him closer. His weight traps me in place, the clamps twisting with every movement. The sting sharpens his touch, magnifying the silky warmth of his tongue and the scratch of his beard as he sucks on my neck.
“How am I ever going to say no to you?” he growls against my pulse.
I laugh breathlessly. “Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”
“Someone’s getting bold,” he mutters, then reaches up and releases the rope from my wrist. “Finish your water.”
He lifts off me, and I instantly want to pull him back. But I do as he says, gulping down what’s left in the bottle and stretching my arms.
Roen discards his clothes next to the bed. I watch greedily as his dick is freed, heavy and long with a fat vein on the side. His hair is thick everywhere—a black strip that stretches from his groin up a sculpted abdomen and two impressive pecs.
Power rolls off him. His rich, earthy scent fills the room. My heart pounds, but he regains composure as he spreads my thighs and inserts a finger in my pussy. He probes inside of me methodically, then glances up and watches for my reaction. “Any pain? Discomfort?”
“I’m good.” Even though the light is off, I know he can see perfectly well without it. I’m not used to being…inspected. Or to being so turned on by him doing it.
“Stunning,” he breathes. He slips in another finger, and my pussy makes a squelching sound.
I cover my eyes with my hands. “That’s so embarrassing.”
“It’s natural. Air gets trapped as your body expands and contracts. You also produce more lubricant during a heatwave.” He twists his hand, then withdraws it and lathers the center of my breasts with a palm-full of liquid. “It’s sexy as hell.”
It’s hard to argue when he glides his cock over my chest, muscled thighs flexing on either side. He repeats the process and coats himself. Then he grabs the headboard and gives a few short pumps. “Open for your taste.”
I part my lips as he thrusts forward. The salty nip of pre-cum mixes with my own smooth flavor on his skin. He tilts his head back, clenching his jaw while I swirl my tongue. Then he jerks backward with a growl. “Enough.”
I pout. “Not enough.”
He barks out a huff. “We’ll see if you think so in a minute.”
Oh no. Reaching behind him, he turns on the vibrator and slips it inside me. “Hold it there. Tell me when you’re about to come.”
The clamps jostle as he arranges my hands to push up my breasts, then he starts to move in earnest. I keep my mouth open, licking him with each stroke. The chain pulls and tugs on my nipples as he picks up speed. I submit to the ache, absorbing his every low groan and labored breath.
Soon I’m panting myself, struggling as the fever lashes out. My legs squeeze around the vibrator. “Getting close,” I tell him.
He grunts. “Take a deep breath.”
I assume he means I can’t come yet—then he reaches down and flicks off one of the clamps. White-hot pain sears over my skin. Damn , that hurts!
I cry out, but he only thrusts harder. A metallic clang echoes as the bedframe snaps. The vibrator buzzes inside of me, and my heat blazes. I can tell I only need a few more orgasms to end the wave, but the fever heightens each time I’m denied. I buck my hips and stare up at Roen.
“You’re doing so well. Such a good mate,” he rasps. “Hold on for just—” He breaks off with a hiss, and the railing creaks above my head. “Just a while longer.”
I want to hold out for him. I want to earn it. Every muscle tenses as I attempt to withstand the pressure. The blood rushing to my freed nipple blossoms into a strange, new sensation, and I moan from the ecstasy of it.
“Fuck.” Roen pushes himself into my mouth. “Fuck, that’s it.”
I mumble around his cock, my words garbled, but he senses what I’m trying to say. With an unsteady breath, he sets his hand on my breast. I nod.
Then he removes the second clamp.
I gasp and flinch from the pain. He pulls out of my mouth and pushes in with a long, deep shove. My taste buds light up as he spurts over my tongue, and as if it’s the last piece my body was craving, I unravel in his arms.
The orgasm is never-ending. The sweetest kind of agony. I ride wave after wave as it wrings out the last of my strength. The fever simmers persistently, but my body is burnt out. The world fades.
Faintly, I sense Roen remove the vibrator and cradle my face in his hands. “You amaze me, Nova. Rest. I’ll wake you when it’s time to end your heat.” He places a kiss on my forehead.
“Thank you,” I mumble, snuggling into the blanket as he draws it around me.
My dreams offer no respite.
I shiver from a cold breeze, the dark of night dense and foreboding. My arms and feet are bound to a wooden pillar.
Fire licks at my toes. The heat crawls up my body—consuming its sacrifice. An offering to the beast. Smoke blurs my vision, but the wolf’s eyes appear like twin blue flames. Its approach is silent. Its stealth unmatched.
Liquid heat pools between my thighs even as the fever scorches my skin.
“Take me,” I whisper.
The wolf snarls.
I wake with a long moan as my pussy is filled with something big, hard, and hot. The stretch is glorious. Roen holds my thighs in the air as he rocks back and forth. We’re both shaking. I arch for him and open my eyes.
“Good morning,” he greets me, voice thick with restraint. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Mm, it’s okay. More than okay, actually.” I relax into the slow rhythm of our bodies. “How long was I out?”
“Several hours. It’s almost morning.”
I hum in acknowledgement, then sink myself onto him, silently asking for more. He grunts and pistons into me. I tighten. His breaths cut off, and he spills with a hiss. It’s short and sweet but exactly what we both need.
After he wipes us clean, he stretches out on the bed and tucks me into his side. The fever yields at last, giving way to his soothing warmth. We share a mutual sigh.
“I almost thought you’d make me wait for another night,” I admit with a yawn.
“I won’t ask you to do anything I can’t,” he chuckles. He sounds exhausted. “No, little vixen. Today is all for you. Whatever you need.”
“Mm…anything?” I tease.
“Anything.”
I smile. “I want to stay just like this. Then maybe a shower. And I happen to know a diner that serves really great lunch…”