FIFTEEN
Jesus fucking Christ , this guy really is an animal, but at the same time, why in the hell does his threat make me clench my legs tighter? He can probably hear my heartbeat, and now the pulse is without a doubt throbbing hardest somewhere between my thighs. We stare nowhere else but at each other, both waiting patiently for a slip. A loss of good judgment. A kiss. Werewolf or not, his kiss was far from normal, at least, in no way a normal man has championed my mouth before. He was ravenous and intent on devouring me one slow tongue-swipe at a time. Despite the monster I’ve seen lurking beneath, the thought of our lips clasped together still has me melting where I sit. Another devilish smirk teases his lips. If there is a god, I curse him for bringing Nikolai Vostik in my life.
“Do you understand, Natalia?” he asks but mostly states. It wasn’t a question, after all. It was him making sure I knew if Landon continued getting handsy he’d have no issue removing said limb and using it like a hunter’s trophy. Just for show. Nik, for some reason I can’t explain, has drawn a line in the sand, and those brave enough to cross it might just have a few less body parts by daybreak.
I nod despite the need to do so. Pressure builds in my clenched thighs, traveling up my stomach and seizing my chest. Why? Why can’t I look away from him? I nod again, losing count of how many times I do.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I understand.”
He nods, his impressive stature towering over me. “Good. And if you ever want to have that talk and let me explain everything,” he says, waiting for me to peer upward. When I do, his rough voice breaks the silence. “You know where to find me.” Nik leaves for the door, saying nothing else and splitting the crowd around him the way a saloon door will bend open and return to its rightful place. I watch him go, my eyes never leaving his large back.
“What in the fuck was that about?” Courtney asks, nearly blocking him from view. I hear her question. Process it. I have an answer but the missing piece to the puzzle is being able to say—no, mutter anything at all. A werewolf just threatened to mutilate my date. Okay, to be honest, I can’t see anything with Landon going beyond friendly, but that’s not the point. He put his hand on me, and it would appear Nik or the thing he has simmering inside of him doesn’t like it. He didn’t threaten me if I exposed his secret. Say they’d toss me in some psyche ward if I did. No, he only mentioned another man touching me. Like my skin was off-limits to anyone but him.
Nik reaches the door and turns. Don’t look back. Don’t you dare fucking turn around and look at me with those beautiful chilling eyes. He does, and as our gazes meet in that moment, I swear he nods outside for me to follow.
“I—I’ve gotta go, Court,” I say, standing and tracing his steps. It’s as if some magnetic force is pulling me from the barstool toward him. Drawing me with a delicious trail of cedar. Driving me closer to him and the answers to questions still gnawing at my insides.
“Nat!” she yells after me, and even reaches for my arm but her fingertips only graze my skin. “What are you doing?”
What am I doing? This man is a killing machine. What scientists might call an apex predator, and I am following this wolf right to his den? Landon lifts his hand to wave but I keep my focus on the door, my feet carrying me faster than my mind can process. Tomorrow will be spent apologizing to Courtney on my hands and knees, if need be. If I even survive the night that is. And yet, somehow the thought doesn’t scare me. The Natalie she knew is long gone, swept away from the face-to-face encounter with things only seen in children’s nightmares. A shell of someone who hadn’t visited death in the loft above his club. And in her place is a different person altogether. A Natalie ready to stop overthinking everything and finally take a dive in the deep end. While tonight may turn out horribly, I’m more than willing to find out.
The cool night air of the city kisses my hot cheeks when I let the bar door swing to a close behind me. What the jukebox inside was happy to pierce my ears with before is now replaced with the music of the streets. Conversations of those maneuvering around me. Honking horns. The hiss of overheating vehicles. A video billboard offering fifteen percent off lip injections. This music of Los Angeles drowns out everything, even my intensifying need to call out his name. I glance down both ends of the crowded sidewalk, hoping to see the familiar black car and Nik, ready to invite me in.
Nothing. Just the occasional bump or dirty look from those passing by. Great. Just fucking great. For the third time in a row, I let him leave me outside to be a spectacle. Fourth time? I’ve lost count. Some people stare. Others simply turn up the noses worth more than a car and strut forward. What am I doing? I’ve never trusted a man before, for good reason. Why in the hell would I think putting my faith in a man who moonlights as a fucking wolf be any better. I chew on my lip and scan again. No glowing eyes. No snide smirk. No Nik.
A motorcycle engine roars to life, the headlight like a single eye peering into the faint glow of the city. Another rev on the gas. Tires screech and thick lines of white smoke clears the people blocking my view of the street. The crowd splits down the center, an ornate row of unrecognizable faces leading to him. He straddles a bike as black as the pavement, a snarky grin stretching each of his chiseled features.
“You coming?” Nik asks and holds a red helmet in my direction.
I cross my arms over my chest. This is a bad idea. No, this is the worst fucking idea I’ve had in a long time, save for breaking into Club Volk on a full moon. But this? I know what Nik is. I’ve seen what he is capable of. Images of the chains bending and giving to his monstrous strength flood back. Had Dimitri not pulled me out and latched the door shut, well, I’m not completely sure I’d even be here right now, ready to make yet another stupid decision to add to the bad Natalie tally.
A single step forward. I shouldn’t go with him, and even worse, I shouldn’t want to go with him. But I do. There’s something about Nik. A strange, cosmic force willing me forward despite the consistent refusal from my limbs to do so. Another step, this time my arms and legs are shaking. His stare is unwavering. Almost as if he knows my choice even before I, or my fucking moving body, has a chance to make it. One more step, and I can practically taste the heavy fumes from his motorcycle’s exhaust.
“Where—where are we going?” I blurt out, grazing my fingers on the helmet.
Nik directs his gaze to the sky for a moment and brings his flittering eyes back to mine. “Moon isn’t full. Not like I’m going to bite you—” He pauses and finishes the taunt with a startling crescendo. “Tonight.”
The strength in my legs wanes. Something rolls in my stomach. It might be fear, but the sensation feels different than anything that’s ever scared me. Is it desire? Lust? The thought of him sinking his teeth at the base of my neck should have enough red flags to be bought in bulk. It doesn’t though. All I can imagine is Nik dragging his teeth on my skin again, except this time, he presses his lips to the places I want them most. My shoulders. Chest. Hips. My thighs.
I grab the helmet reluctantly, bringing it over my head until the soft cushions hug my cheeks. The noise on the block muffles, and while it’s difficult to see, through the visor, I notice Nik grab my hand and pull me toward him. He guides me onto the bike, holding on until my legs straddle each side.
“You ready?” he asks, peering over his shoulder.
The real, more appropriate Natalie answer flashes in my head like the bar’s open sign painting the pavement blue and red. No, I’m not ready. But it isn’t the way he’s looking at me that creates doubt. It’s the softness of his voice. How the gravel in his throat calms the way a tide could smooth over rocks in its path. I wrap my arms around his waist, fingertips interlocking, and set them against his hard stomach.
Nik doesn’t give me the chance to change my mind. Engine reeling, he races down the busy street, veering between the traffic both on the road and the crowded sidewalks. I tighten my grip, hanging on the best I can.
*
We arrive at Volk, the front of the club as vacant as yesterday, except now, there’s a bouncer posted at the entrance. I have a sneaking suspicion Nik’s taken extra precautions since I proved his security system to be flawed. Peeling off the helmet, I fix my hair to its rightful place the best I can, and hand it to him. Nik lets it dangle off the handlebar.
“We stay closed the day after a full moon,” he says, as if reading my thoughts. “Some have trouble with the transition back to … their humanity.” Nik gets off the bike first, then helps me off.
Some have trouble. Not just him or Viktor if I had to guess. What Nik’s saying is there are more. I recall the bartenders and bouncers. There’re dozens of them. How is that possible? How can they keep a club full of werewolves a secret from not only the paparazzi who seem to frequent the sidewalk waiting for another celebrity, but Christ, from the scientific community? Does the government know these things even exist? Things. God, I’m glad I kept that one to myself. Something tells me Nik wouldn’t enjoy being called a “thing.” Not that anyone would.
“Come,” he says, gently pulling me toward the doors.
Dimitri steps into the light, his stance as firm as his vacant expression. He’s clad in his usual attire, a black blazer and white button-down fighting the stress of his broad chest and shoulders. His bald head gleams in the subtle glow of the streetlights, and the tattoo just below his ear becomes visible.
“No one in or out,” Nik instructs, patting Dimitri’s arm as we pass. He doesn’t say it in Russian. No, he for some reason wants me to know what he is saying. No one in or out. Once I go inside the club, I won’t get out until he lets me. Locked in tighter than the hatch door in his loft. Fortified enough to keep wolves from running rampant in the streets of Los Angeles.
The large man only nods in acknowledgement.
“Hi, Dimitri,” I say with a smile and slight wave.
“Good evening, Ms. Nat,” he replies, his voice unexpectedly soft. Nothing like the unapproachable bouncer I met my first time here. I can’t help but wonder if Dimitri is also a werewolf and where the hell they’d find chains big enough to fit around his tree-branch wrists. More importantly, how someone as big as an eighteen-wheeler could somehow become even larger during the transformation. Nik stood at least three feet taller if you count his ears perking upward. Then I remember last night. How Dimitri saved me during the full moon, his skin intact and free of cracks or tears. He wasn’t fighting off some shift the way Nik did. Dimitri is, as far as I can tell, human.
He opens the doors to Volk, allowing us in, and when they close, it sounds as if we’re being sealed inside a bank vault. Some of the staff are behind the bar, cleaning and checking each bottle of alcohol, while others fill the main floor, mopping as far back as the DJ booth. Nik releases me and claps his hands together. A thunderous crack echoes and grabs the attention of every potential werewolf here. They all stare at him at first, but ultimately direct their confused gazes to me. Fourteen, no fifteen pairs of eyes, all train on me standing as close as I possibly can to Nik. I’m half expecting a dinner bell to ring and for their human teeth to give way to a set of razor-sharp fangs. Great job, Natalie. Dinner at the wolves’ den and you’re the main fucking course.
“Leave us,” Nik demands, and I let out an exasperated breath. He tilts his head when they depart to the backroom. “What? You thought I brought you here for them?” Nik chuckles, leaving me to feel the heat of my cheeks glowing red.
“No,” I state plainly. “That’s—that’s ridiculous.” Yes. Yes I did think he brought me here and was ready to present me like a box of Chinese takeout for the starving creatures on his payroll. Here I am, wandering willingly I might add, into a room full of creatures that’d sooner feast on my insides than let me fumble my way out and live to tell the tale. How fucking stupid could I have been to trust this man, get on his motorcycle, and let him drag me back to the place I’m not quite sure I’ll ever unsee when nightmares outdo peaceful sleep.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, Natalia.” Nik seems to contemplate for a moment, his brow furrowing together. Then, as if on cue, a grin works from one side of his face to the other, small dimples emerging next to each curved lip. “But, if you were on the menu,” he says and inches closer to me. “I don’t like to share my food.”
I smack him in the arm, my fingers stinging from the firmness of his bicep. “That’s not funny.”
He grabs me by my hips, pulling our bodies close enough to feel the heat blistering off him like a volcano set to erupt at any second. His mouth to my ear, he whispers, “And who said I was joking?”
Before I can say anything else, Nik lifts me from the ground, and my legs take a comfortable position around his waist. He buries his face in the maze of my long brown hair, eventually finding my neck. He nips at the skin, lips parting wide enough so he can sink his teeth on the sensitive flesh from my ear to my shoulder.
“Nik,” I gasp. “I—”
“Don’t worry. I won’t bite hard.”
Hard? As in hard enough to pierce through my flesh? Give me the mark of the beast Lenny warned me about? Then again, I’m somewhat curious to know how a bite like that might feel. Would it sting? Burn? Instantly poison each vein until I was the same sort of monster fearing a full moon? Another nibble, this time lower, and I’m not only forgetting my train of thought, but my own fucking name.
“This is where you’re supposed to be right now, Natalia,” he says between neck kisses. “Not at some dive bar. Not with Landon. You came with me for a reason. But I need to hear you say it. I need to know this is where you want to be.”
I clamp my thighs around him, a steady pulse thumping through my body to the spot begging for him. Yes. Yes, I am right where I want. In his arms. His mouth warming every inch of my skin and even the areas he hasn’t touched yet so attentively. I want to have his palms spread as high as my throat and as low as the bundle of nerves swelling for him. Explore what my dress leaves to the imagination.
A werewolf. A fucking werewolf is doing his best to keep me intact while fighting off the savagery he was bred for. Every molecule of a beast begging to get out. He can rip me apart if he wants, but he doesn’t. No, he only stares at me, his eyes becoming dangerously close to black pools only to right themselves to a familiar golden gleam. Nik’s fighting it. There’s no denying it the deeper I peer up at him. I can see the battle brewing within. The rage he hides behind that irresistible fucking smirk I have grown to loathe simply because what it does to me.
“Say it,” he says again, his glowing eyes boring holes through mine.
I stare back, recounting his words. Can I? Can I really consent to being mauled by him in any way he sees fit? Sure, I’m scared. Scratch that. I’m terrified. But am I really willing to spend the next five years wondering what might’ve happened if I didn’t lose myself in whatever this is? I don’t know if I can. As much as I’d like nothing more than to give Nik the green light, there’s still a part of me that’s afraid. Not because of the monster, but because of this hold Nikolai Vostik has on me.
There’s a hunger in his gold irises fighting off the black ready to take its place. Something insatiable. Chilling. Fuck, electrifying, even. “You. Are. Right—”
I place my palm on his cheek and silence him, stroking his stiff and bearded jaw with my thumb. “Right where I want to be,” I finish, my voice withering.
Our lips clash together, unable to fight off the hesitation any longer. My mouth opens and he seizes the opportunity to bring his tongue to mine. Swirling. Sucking. Kissing me into submission. Pinpricks skirt across my bare flesh, fielding goose bumps in its place. I moan into him, and Nik, without skipping a beat, carries me to the bar, never letting our lips part.
He doesn’t set me on a stool. No, and judging from the banging and thumps across the floor, Nik throws those in his path to the wayside. When I feel the cold edge of the bar, he hoists me up onto it, and the back of my thighs presses against the polished wood finish.
“I warned you before,” he says, heavy breaths grazing my cheek. “I will fucking devour you.” Nik doesn’t kiss me again but trails his lips down the nape of my throat, kissing the entire way. When he reaches the fabric of my dress, he tugs it down with his fingers, exposing my breasts to the ceiling lights above the vacant bar. He growls at the sight of them, a ravenous groan vibrating from his chest to his partially open mouth. Then, he feasts on each nipple, swirling his tongue around them until both are pointed and begging to be bitten. Pain and pleasure fuse into something I can’t describe. His soft tongue gives way to the teeth closing around the tender flesh. His bite isn’t unbearable. No, it’s just fucking right. And I rock my hips into his, feeling his hard cock grind against me.
“Fuck,” I let out, my body tensing from my fingertips to my curling toes. Everything tightens. Cramps together with each incredible throb pulsing through me. The spot I want him most dampens my dress with arousal, the smooth material now swiping my skin raw with each thrust of our hips in unison.
His face twists into something wicked. A furrowed brow, piercing eyes, and a smile that screams he’s ready to make me his dobycha . His prey. Tugging the dress up my torso, Nik runs his fingers over my stomach and stops at the skin above my center. “Now. What to do with you?” Nik tilts his head to the side and visibly contemplates. “I could always finish what I started in the alleyway. Or—”
“Please,” I beg with a whimper, my chest heaving uncontrollably. God. The small periods between each breath quickens as he lowers his fingers one agonizing inch at a time.
“—I can make good on my promise.” He pauses, holding his hand dangerously close to my aching pussy. If he touches it again, fuck, even breathes on it the right way, I don’t know how long I can last. Just the thought of it is enough to take me to the brink. But now, I have the heat of his thumb warming the spot slick and ready for him. To have those fingers explore my clit and opening like there’s something he’s damn determined to find. I melt into the bar, becoming one with the long stretch of solid oak. I can’t take much more. I want his hands on me. I need him to cure this painful longing splitting my body in two. There’s no denying it now. I will do whatever it takes if it means Nik keeps his promise and devours every last bit of me.
Nik drags his hand lower, squeezing my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I arch my back on impulse and stifle the moan forcing its way out. Lightning releases in my limbs in a single, thunderous crack, shocking my fingers. My thighs. My feet. Every piece of me is zapped into oblivion while I watch this man send me on the ferry to the afterlife.
I gasp, my small voice breaking the silence of Volk.
Nik revels in the sound, gliding his finger downward, skin now slick with my sheer desperation. “You are absolutely dripping,” he says, grin now exposing a neat row of white, fangless teeth. Nik strips off the leather jacket first, followed by his shirt, tossing it to his feet. This man, this carved statue stands within reach, and I can’t help but want to feel the heat of him radiate through my palms like the flames of a campfire. I rub both hands on his chest first, feeling the way each muscle ripples beneath my touch as he closes the distance, bringing the swell in his jeans to grind against me. Another quiver, and my stomach contracts as I imagine having every inch of him. His impressive cock stretching me to the breaking point. To have him fill me until I scream for mercy. Waves of electricity shoot through my limbs simply at the thought.
There’s something odd about his bare torso, though. Mangled flesh extends as high as his collar and as low as his abdomen. It doesn’t look like an old knife wound. No, it’s much too large. There’s four jagged scar lines like a bear took a swipe at him. The same kind of claw mark he left on my front door. I’m not sure if I noticed them before, but as I graze my fingers over each ridge of marred skin, it’s apparent these are one thing on his body that will never heal. Then, I skim over the tattoos winding down each of his arms, designs intricate enough to spend hours appreciating.
Nik kisses me again, bringing our bodies together. The hot skin of his chest scorches my breasts, warming me outside as well as in. He sucks my lower lip in his mouth and bites, pulling the skin until I whine in surrender.
“Fuck,” he growls after releasing me, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. “I might have to eat you after all.”
Eat me. Chew me up. Spit me out. I don’t care. I don’t care what this man does, as long as he remedies the overwhelming throb between my thighs first. I’d sooner offer myself up as a sacrifice to the Vostik pack than have him stop now.
He brushes his hand down my chest and stomach, slowly reaching the area I need him most. Our eyes lock, and he peers at my pained features, cocking his head to the side. “What do you want, Natalia?”
What do I want? It’s a little fucking obvious. But, in true Nik fashion, he’s toying with me, yet again. Playing with his food despite the many moan-filled pleas I’ve given thus far. Does he want me to say it? Does he want to hear the words my insides are screaming for him to do to me? “You,” I confess. “I need—"
Holy shit. He slips two fingers inside me, urging them forward until his large knuckles can’t go any farther. The breath from the last word I meant to say rips out of me in one strangled whimper. Stars block out the ceiling lights, block out all of Volk really, and I struggle to see a thing through the blur setting in. He pulls his fingers out, massages my clit once more, and slides them back in, somehow going deeper this time. It isn’t a whimper that escapes me now, but a carnal moan echoing as if played over the club speakers.
“Oh, god,” I say, my voice waning.
“God?” he asks with a snide chuckle. Nik positions his hips between my legs. Small beads of sweat trickle down his scarred chest to the bottom of his V taper pressing into my center, our body heat becoming one. I know he can feel the pulse at his lower stomach, each heartbeat a silent cry for him to touch me again.
“There are no gods here.” He rubs his rough palms on my inner thighs. “Only an animal cursed by the devil himself.”
Nik attacks my mouth once more, grabbing not only my breast, but my waist to bring our hips closer together. I rock back, once again feeling his large, erect cock drag against me.
He kisses harder. Viciously. Each growing more violent and uncontrolled by the second. I want so badly for him to fill me. To tangle his body so deeply in mine we become one curse instead of two.
“Now. What do you want?” He lifts his hand to my throat, giving a small squeeze as our lips graze once more. “Answer the question.”
I know what I want. It’s rubbing on me already, making me more wet by the second. “Fuck me.”
He shakes his head and smirks. “You didn’t say please.”
I let out a frustrated moan but concede. Kind of hard not to when release is quite literally grinding against your fucking lap, and you’d do anything to get it. “Please … fuck me.”
“No.”
No? No? What in the fuck does he mean no? I have half a mind to undue his pants, reach inside, and do all the work myself if he fucking won’t. Blood rushes to my face, anger sure to be reddening my cheeks. He brings me to his club, takes me to the edge and staring right into the blissful void, only to deny me the courtesy of pushing me over the cliff. This man really is a curse.
Somehow sensing I’m not thrilled with his response, Nik brushes the strangled hair away from my face. “You were a bad girl sneaking in here last night. I told you not to come back, but you did anyway. Didn’t you?”
When I don’t answer, he grinds the bulge in his pants on me harder. A yelp flees my lungs, and out of instinct, I bring my palm to my mouth.
“Didn’t you?” he asks again, teasing my center.
My exhausted voice cracks when I mutter a short, “Yes.”
Nik places his forehead on mine. “And I almost ate you, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I say in a small, breathless gasp.
He gives me one last peck on my lips. “So when you don’t listen to what the fuck I tell you—” He pauses, his eyes glowing sinfully. “You won’t get what you want. But I will.”
You have got to be kidding me. Nik’s really going to treat me like a fucking child right now? Half naked in his club and—
My mind goes blank.
No, my mind doesn’t go blank. It goes completely fucking numb.
He kisses down my breasts, my stomach, and finally, the soft skin of my hips. “Are you going to listen from now on, Natalia?”
I fight the urge to scream out in pleasure and settle for yet another moaning, “Yes.” Do I mean it? No, probably not. But there’s no way in hell I’d actually admit it. Every area his lips meet, my skin radiates like hot coals are set there. I can only imagine what it’d feel like to have his mouth and tongue work lower.
“Good.” His smile returns as I glance down at him. “Now come in my mouth.”
Come … where? Did I hear that right? Was this some language barrier I wasn’t ready— Jesus fucking Christ.
He doesn’t wait for a response. Nik buries his face between my thighs, finding my clit and sucking it between his lips in an instant. Shockwaves barrel through me. Each of my limbs lose strength and control. With graceful flicks of his tongue, the earth tilts on a different, more euphoric axis, blurring the world I’ve known into something so much more delicious.
My breath comes out unevenly, struggling to keep pace with his movements. “Nik—fuck, Nik,” I sputter.
He swirls around my entrance, even straightens his tongue and pushes it inside, nose rubbing against my swelling clit. Ecstasy flickers the lights of the room on and off in my eyes, and my mouth begins to dry from each inward gasp.
“Nik!” My screams of pleasure echo in the club like the halls of a cathedral, and an incredible wetness coats not only my thighs but his face and beard as well.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says when he comes up for air, giving mere moments before he feasts on me, licking my pussy as if it’s the only food he’ll have for weeks. Mouth back to my clit, Nik slips his fingers inside me again, stretching my walls clamped around him.
In. Out. In. His tongue rotating clockwise. Out. Counterclockwise. Fuck. I drape backward, arms sprawling over the bar and knocking over the glasses and bottles in the way. Some shatter behind me, and I couldn’t care less. Neither does Nik. He continues undeterred, mouth working in no way I thought possible. My heart rate sputters, slamming in my chest like a kickdrum. This is my song. My. Fucking. Symphony.
“Come, Natalia,” he demands and resumes taking me over the edge. “Show me how you really taste.”
I moan. I cry. I claw at his arms and grab his hair by the fistful. There’s no turning back now. There’s no stopping the impending explosion tingling every inch of my skin. His lips mold perfectly to my clit, applying just enough pressure to send me plummeting into a primal frenzy.
“Fuck …” A strangled moan escapes me. Tremors throb in my veins, this aftershock working down to my feet propped on his bare shoulders. Each of my toes curl until a cramp forms in both feet. It might hurt if not for the incredible pleasure taking over all of my nerve endings.
He doesn’t stop, though, only thrusts his fingers deeper and swirls his tongue at a faster and more unforgiving rhythm. The climax intensifies somehow, finding a brand-new cliff and dangling my contorted body over the edge like a rag doll. All I can do is sit on the bar and wait for this earthquake destroying all of Los Angeles in my eyes to cease. But it doesn’t. This was only the beginning, and now, I’m at the fucking epicenter.
I scream again, my voice losing luster. The sound, this final plea, drags out of me as if a piece of soul is taken with it. He growls into my pussy, vibrating every cell determined to find release, and I can do little else than harmonize his sentiment at a higher and more uncontrolled pitch.
“Ahh,” I shriek, this time louder, a rush of wetness making a long-awaited escape. I pant uncontrollably, finding any sort of bearing within reach and clutching onto it while my insides adjust to this newfound sensation. Shudders hit my body at intervals, evenly timed the way a tide might disrupt the shore with each roll inland. I’m simply adrift. Floating without even a door to cling to while everything of the club comes back into focus.
Nik gives my core one final kiss and helps me to sit back up on the bar top. Then, he brings his lips to mine, happy to give me a taste of my arousal wetting his lips. I don’t shy away. No, I kiss him just as hard. Letting him know, if anything, he’s not the only animal here.
“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Natalia,” he says, panting and curling my tangled brown hair behind my ears.
If disobeying this man means the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had, then I surely won’t be doing anything he tells me to do in the future. The hair he didn’t comb away from my face sticks to the sweat on my forehead, some stinging my eyes as I try to focus on something besides the colorful dots dancing in my vision. My rapid breathing subsides, but my heartbeat still thumps at an odd rhythm.
He caresses my cheek. “You’re burning up. Do you need something to drink?”
I try to respond but a throat clearing from the far end of the bar startles us both. Panic seizes me. I struggle to pull my dress to its rightful place, fighting the top and bottom hem.
Shit, how long was he there? How much did he see? It’s bad enough my tits are out and on full display, but now I have to worry about everything else being visible to our unexpected guest. The giant of a man hunches forward on the bar, his large forearms flexing and fingers interlocked.
“If you’re offering drinks, brother,” Viktor says, his hardened glare set on Nik. “Better make it two.”