Chapter 53
Conrí
After two weeks of incessant pestering, it was finally happening.
Nika was moving into the penthouse.
Everyone had been told to keep their distance for now—with the exception of Cuán, who was constitutionally incapable of keeping his distance from anything. I’d explained to Nika that he’d suffered several incidents of head trauma in his childhood which had left him a little slow.
I wasn’t entirely sure she’d bought it. She knew he ran Dáire Financial Services.
“Is that the last of my boxes?”
She stood in the middle of my bedroom surrounded by her belongings—some stacked in the spare room, others open around her feet, her life unpacked and settling into my space like it had always been heading here.
I set the final two boxes on the bed.
“Yes.” I glanced around my functional grey bedroom. “If you want to change anything, feel free.”
Her eyes went straight to the dark grey feature wall.
“It does remind me of the British weather.”
I was about to defend myself—it was a considered aesthetic choice, dove grey was timeless, the duck egg white was a deliberate counterpoint—when the doorbell rang.
“Charles, tell him we’re not in,” I called.
“Let him in.” Nika placed a folded stack of clothing into the drawer without looking up. “Perhaps Bad Girl will chase him off again.”
I took a deep breath.
Then another.
“Hello?” His voice made me take a third. “Are you all decent in there?”
“Would you care if we weren’t?” I replied.
“Knock knock,” he said, whilst actually knocking on the open bedroom door.
I pressed two fingers to my temple and covered my eyes.
“I see what you mean,” Nika murmured.
“Welcome to the family,” Cuán said brightly.
I opened my eyes.
He was standing in the doorway beaming like a creepy clown.
A low rumble began vibrating in the room before it turned into a full-blown growl.
Bad Girl.
Cuán’s grin dimmed.
I smiled.
“She doesn’t like your stink in our bedroom,” I said proudly.
His hand clutched at his chest as though he’d taken a physical blow.
“I showered after work before I came over,” he said—and backed out into the hallway.
“Your stench must run deep,” I said, watching Nika lift one of my t-shirts and bury her face in it.
She was so damn sexy.
I shut the bedroom door on whatever lecture about etiquette was coming and turned to face my mate.
“Would you prefer the real thing?” I asked.
Her face was still buried in the t-shirt. One more inhale—then she nodded.
I was already moving boxes off the bed and pulling my t-shirt over my head. Nika walked around the bed and came to me. She buried her face in my chest and inhaled, her lips pressing just below her bite mark.
Her hands moved to my waistband. Thumbs hooked in—and as she peeled my sweatpants down she went down with them until she was on her knees.
She pressed her face against me and inhaled.
When those mischievous silver eyes flicked up I knew I was forever finished.
When she held my thighs and traced her tongue from tip to knot I was grateful for it.
I fisted her hair and tilted her head—feeding her what she’d come looking for. She blinked. Her lips parted.
Wet. Hot. Mine.
A sight that belonged entirely to me.
She took me in and used her tongue to coat me thoroughly. My grip loosened as she began to work—bobbing, using those hands to massage my knot exactly the way we loved it.
I let her play. Suck. Tease.
All while I made a mental note that my brother’s presence may always have this effect. He’d be fuming if he knew. I’d save that for a rainy day.
Right now I needed the taste of her on my lips and tongue.
I pulled back until her lips smacked together.
When she glanced up, I smiled.
“Time to sit on my face.”
She sprang up. Clothes flew in every direction. I kicked my sweatpants free and cleared the last of the boxes from the bed before I climbed on. She practically skipped to the bed and jumped on it.
I dragged her on top of me and twisted her around until her pussy settled on my face. Her soft thighs cushioned my shoulders. There were no pleasantries. Zero finesse. Only an urgency that had been triggered by the wrong Alpha in our room.
I gripped her cheeks and raised my face.
My tongue was out before contact was made.
The various shades of pink had my mouth watering.
That beautiful, unique scent. Her hands wrapped around my cock just as my tongue burrowed its way inside her.
I dragged it back out, carrying her essence to fully taste her before greedily going back in for more.
“I’m going now,” my brother shouted from somewhere in my home.
Nika groaned and ground herself on my face.
“Your brother’s scent spiritually offends Bad Girl,” she gasped, her hand pumping my cock.
She was so fucking perfect.
I gripped her arse and held her on my face until I was doused in her slick.
Until all I could smell was her.
Her soft flesh pressed against my torso. Her mouth closed around my cock.
I slowed—swirling, circling—and she sucked harder in response.
It was the most natural thing in the world. Loving every part of her. Learning her, as the bond grew between us.
She hadn’t said the words yet.
But I felt her through the bond.
I felt everything.
It was a gift I wouldn’t take for granted.