Chapter 54
Nika
His depressing grey bedroom had its perks and sitting on his face was one of them.
I gripped the space between his hips and abdomen and slid my lips up and down the blunt tip of his cock. He smelled like home.
Unlike his brother.
I whimpered when he sucked my labia—one side, then the other—before that wicked tongue worked its way back inside me.
Weeks of getting to know one another had been the deciding factor in moving in. He’d become an addictive habit from dawn to dusk. Lunch hours included. The rhythm between us was natural. Comfortable in a way that no previous partner had ever come close to.
Unlike his brother, Bad Girl grumbled. He is not natural.
Beneath it all Bad Girl had claimed Conrí and Kael completely. There was no lying to one another through the bond—not about the important things.
I inhaled through my nose, taking in the scent of him and his arousal, before I worked my lips down until the thick head pressed against the back of my throat. His groan rumbled beneath me and I felt his lips and tongue everywhere at once.
I drooled over his cock, feeling my saliva drip around him as I moved. I held on and used my mouth to fuck him—each time that rounded head squeezed into the back of my throat I ground myself against his face until I felt the prickle of his stubble.
“Nika,” he rasped against me.
That was the only warning we got.
He rolled and shifted until he was facing me.
His knot had fully expanded—standing out like a red flag. I bit my bottom lip as my eyes travelled up past his abdomen, his chest, my mark—until they reached his green eyes.
“Dinner will need to wait,” he said, lifting my legs in the air.
I’d forgotten all about dinner.
He bent my legs and spread them open, settling them back on the bed. He sniffed the air. Twice.
“Your scent,” he growled. “In my room—our room.”
He inhaled again. More animal than human.
His reaction triggered the response in me—that deep ache that never truly disappeared. Conrí’s smile, his scent, his voice, his presence—all of it brought something feral out in me that I’d stopped trying to explain.
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I raised my hips off the mattress.
“That’s right. Offer that tight little hole to me,” he said, tugging them. “Give me what’s mine.”
“Why don’t you just give me what’s mine?” I asked, reaching for his cock.
Silver met green as I brushed my thumb over the wet tip.
“Such a bad girl,” he murmured, releasing my nipples to grip my throat.
His head lowered. His lips pressed down on mine and I tasted myself on him instantly—his lips, his tongue, all of it tasting like me. The satisfaction of it raised goosebumps across my skin.
I violated his mouth.
That’s all it took for him to guide that fat cock where it belonged.
My eyes fluttered shut as he filled me up.
Neither of us won on an individual basis.
We only won together. His fingers tightened on my throat and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me.
He took my legs and dropped them onto his shoulders before pressing his weight down until my body folded in half.
His hot breath blew over my face as he began to move.
“Such a good mate,” he murmured, lowering his lips to mine.
Every time he plunged his tongue into my mouth his cock buried itself deeper. I clung to his neck, his hair, his arms—clawing at whatever I could reach. My thoughts scattered with every downward thrust.
His power made him all the more attractive.
He’ll protect us all, Bad Girl said.
Something in her words snagged at me—relevant in a way I couldn’t quite grasp yet.
“Yes,” Conrí hissed against my lips. “Take it. Take my fucking knot.”
I tried to spread my legs but they were trapped against his chest. It didn’t matter—not when he began to pummel me with long, deep strokes that snatched the air from my lungs.
His snarl became a growl. Bad Girl matched him.
I couldn’t care less. I was so close.
When his knot spread me open I tried to relax but the tension was already impossible to hold back. Another growl. Another thrust. Harder. It popped inside and he groaned before rotating his hips—making me feel every bit of his swollen knot.
Desperate sounds fell from my parted lips.
“Now take it,” he whispered against my ear.
His arm wrapped around my shoulder. He began to move until the mattress springs were throwing me back at him—cocooned beneath him, completely his, while he worked that knot into me.
I could feel his desperation. It matched mine.
The bond thrummed between us.
My breath caught at the back of my throat as he plunged deep.
My entire body shook as I clamped down on him. By the time I could breathe again he was flooding my insides with his seed—so vivid through the bond that I could almost smell it.
Conrí Gallagher was ours.
Every last bit of him.
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He left to get food—but not before tucking me into his bed with the focused care of a man who considered this non-negotiable.
While I was mentally debating whether pink or pale blue would do something about the grey, Bad Girl’s words drifted back.
What did you mean—he’ll protect all of us?
I can protect us. But we need him when we’re vulnerable. When we have pups.
Pups.
Children.
Tiny humans. Like us.
I scratched my head.
Between everything—the office, the wolf transformation, the heat, the pack, the move—I had somehow managed to forget what a heat and rut actually were for.
Before the panic could take hold another thought landed quietly in its place.
This would be my family.
The door burst open from Conrí’s kick. He was already telling me about the food on the tray—where the meat was sourced, how it was prepared, the benefits of the almost raw slab in the centre—with the earnest authority of a man who had strong opinions about protein for humans and wolves.
You could’ve done worse, Bad Girl murmured. You could’ve ended up with the abomination.
She was right. He would protect us all and he’d use his last breath doing it. The thought of losing him settled in my chest like something heavy and real.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” Conrí asked.
I blinked the tear away before it could fall properly.
“It’s perfect,” I said, looking down at the tray on my lap.
Everything was.
Well except Bad Girl’s issue with Cuán.
I almost felt sorry for him.