Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Elise wanted to kiss Nico more than she wanted to breathe. She clutched him tight and opened her mouth as his tongue swept in. The taste of him flooded her senses, and she felt the desperate press of his chest against her as he pulled her so tight it almost hurt.
She hadn't been thinking about sex when she chose the hotel as the destination for the Uber. She really hadn't planned to come with him until she sensed the tracking spell.
But she would be lying if she said that no part of her had been excited at the fact that she had to go, that she had to remain with him longer, that she had to steal these private moments away with him.
Nico's hands were in her hair. He loved playing with it, she realized.
Even tugging on it a little, but never too much.
His fingers were possessive, but there was a tenderness to it that did something swoopy to her stomach.
And when he tightened his grip just a little, just enough to tilt her head back, she felt tingles all over.
He seemed to know by instinct exactly what she wanted when she wanted it, and he was eager to give it to her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, and his hands cupped her ass, keeping her close.
She could feel his length hardening between them.
The friction that made her rock against him involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more contact, anything to ease the ache building between her thighs.
He stumbled back, and they found the bed with him crashing down over her and kissing her like his life depended on it.
They bounced on the mattress before settling, and the solid mass of him settled down on her, pinning her to the bed and under him like she was made to fit there.
He took hold of her hand once more and peppered kisses over her jaw. His lips left a trail of heat on her skin. The scratch of his stubble rasped against her cheek, rough and wholly intoxicating.
"I missed you," he said. "Oh god, I never thought I'd see you again."
Her words were just as desperate. "I can't believe my sisters did that. Are you okay? You must hate me."
Though that anxiety was quickly belayed by the way he sucked on the sensitive skin on her neck, Elise arched into it and let out a throaty moan that could probably be heard in the room next door.
She didn't care. His teeth grazed the tendon there, not quite breaking skin but hard enough to make her gasp.
"I need you." Nico groaned the words against her pulse point. His whole body was trembling, muscles tight with restraint even as he pressed his hips against hers with barely controlled hunger.
Elise tightened her grip on his hand. "Same. Oh God, same."
She ripped at his shirt and tried to take it off, but Nico wouldn't let go of her hand. He must not have realized that he had dropped it earlier while he was carrying her to the bed.
"I thought you said we had to keep holding hands," he said.
"As long as we're touching it's good," she assured him, "and we could probably just stand really close and it would be fine."
He kissed her again. "I'm not going to test that.
I never want to stop touching you." His free hand slid up her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through her shirt.
She shivered at the promise in that touch, at the way his fingers weren't quite steady, as if he was fighting not to tear her clothes off.
And if that was the case, yes please!
His hips were pressed firmly against her as he ripped his top off, and Elise shimmied out of her own outfit.
It was a frantic kind of stripping, hands fumbling and throwing blindly.
It was kind of a blur, and then they were naked in bed together.
The shock of skin-on-skin was freaking perfect, his chest hard and warm against her, his cock hot and heavy where it pressed against her inner thigh, leaving a smear of moisture that promised everything to come.
Elise's mind briefly flashed back to that last night in the pack house, their one full night together after every secret had been revealed. After the complete impossibility of their situation had crashed down on them.
How could it be that things were even worse now?
She put those worries out of her mind and savored the way Nico placed kisses down her body, finding her core and feasting.
The first swipe of his tongue made her cry out as pleasure sparked through every nerve ending.
His groan of appreciation vibrated against her most sensitive flesh.
His fingers dug into her thighs as he spread her wider, opening her completely to his mouth.
She sighed against him, arching up against him and begging for more, even as his tongue parted her folds and tortured her with pleasure.
He licked into her with obscene enthusiasm, the wet sounds of his mouth on her filling the room.
When he sealed his lips around her nub and sucked, she nearly came apart right then, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.
Elise gasped, curling her fingers helplessly in the sheets as Nico's finger joined his tongue and he completely tore her apart.
He pushed one thick finger inside her, then two, curling them to stroke that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
The dual sensation of his tongue on her and his fingers pumping into her was almost too much.
"More," she gasped, but she had no idea what more he could give her.
It was already everything she could want.
He just groaned and kept going. The vibration of that sound against her swollen flesh sent shockwaves through her body.
She was somehow getting wetter, could feel how easily his fingers slid in and out of her now.
Maybe the words didn't matter so much as the sentiment—he knew what she meant, what she wanted, and he was determined to give it to her.
She could feel the end coming and surrendered to it as waves of pleasure washed over her body, and she locked up for a moment.
Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, her thighs clamping around his head as she shook with the force of her release, and through it all he kept licking her, drawing out every last tremor until she was boneless and gasping.
She lost all sense of time and space, but then he was there looming over her, one hand casually stroking his cock as he looked down at her like he was some sort of conquering emperor from ages past. Elise saw the evidence of her arousal on his lips and chin, watched the way his fist moved over his thick length, the head flushed dark and leaking.
Even with her body still ripping with the aftershock of pleasure, she was on fire again for him.
"God, you're gorgeous," he said. "Gorgeous and mine." His eyes had gone wolf-gold, and the possessive growl that rumbled through his chest made something dark in her respond with desire.
She met those gold eyes of his straight on. "I need you to fuck me right now or I might die."
He didn't need any more encouragement. Nico entered her in one smooth stroke, and Elise moaned against the intrusion.
The stretch of him filling her was perfect, almost too much, the thick length of his cock pushing deep until she could feel him everywhere.
She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him even deeper, needing him as close as physically possible.
Then he was moving, and they were moving together.
He set a rhythm, his hips snapping forward with controlled power, and she met him thrust for thrust, the friction of his cock dragging against her inner walls sending sparks of pleasure through her with every stroke.
It was everything she could want and so much more.
Sweat slicked their skin where their bodies met, that heat inside her was building again, coiling tighter and tighter in her core.
She lost herself in the sensation until there was no telling where he ended and she began.
They were just one being of pure pleasure until she could feel that crest coming closer, and closer, and closer.
Nico hitched up a speed, and they were racing towards it together, until with a final roar, Nico came and Elise joined him, holding him tight.
The hot pulse of him filled her, her body clenching around him in waves that crashed through her so intensely she thought she might black out.
She couldn't stop the babble of words that meant nothing and everything as it ended.
As they came down from that high, Nico held her tight and entwined their fingers together once more.
They were both breathing hard, sweat covering them, sticky in the right places.
His heartbeat thundered against her ribs.
She didn't tell him that he didn't have to hold her hand when they were this close.
She wanted to be touching him just as much as he was touching her.
The reality of the situation threatened to crash down over Elise, but even worse were the emotions that were bubbling up within her.
She could no longer ignore or pretend to ignore that Nico hadn't wormed his way into her heart.
She could no longer truly tell herself that this was just a bad idea that kept happening, that she and Nico were pulled together by hormones or adventure or any other silly thing that could easily be ignored.
"This is real, isn't it?" she said out loud.
Nico squeezed her tighter. "What do you mean?"
She gave him a loaded look. "Us, this," she said, "this." And she hoped what this was was obvious. "This isn't just some adrenaline-fueled, hormonal, kidnapper-kidnappee role play kind of thing. Oh god, I really like you. Fuck!"
She didn't normally say words like that except in the heat of the moment or when she was very angry about being kidnapped. But if any time had earned that word, it was now.
Nico's expression pulled into a broad grin, and then he buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed deep, groaning as he took in her scent. He traced his nose along the column of her throat and inhaled her like she was oxygen.
It was a werewolf thing, she knew, and he nipped a little at the pulse point right there. She tilted her head to give him better access, shivering at the explorative scrape of teeth that never pressed hard enough to hurt.
"I more than like you," he said against her neck and kept breathing deep.
"I am really sorry about what my sisters did," Elise repeated for the millionth time. "I really can't believe that they did that."
Nico pulled back a little bit and gave her a wry grin. "I think that just makes us even."
Was he serious?
She scoffed. "Even? You held me hostage for six days. I got you out of the coven house in less than six hours. We are not even, buddy." But she was grinning and leaned forward and swiped a quick kiss against his lips. "This is insane," Elise said, but she couldn't stop smiling.
"Yeah," Nico agreed, "and it's probably going to get us both killed."
But for some reason, Elise didn't feel as hopeless this time as it had before.
"Are your sisters going to be able to magically track you?" he asked. "Or am I just special that way?"
Elise found the magic in the center of herself and sent a pulse of it out into the room, casting a cloaking spell that she probably should have cast the second they got to the hotel.
Hopefully it wasn't too late.
"Not now," she said. "They get to find me when I let them find me."