Chapter 66
Nix
I’m stepping out of Volik’s front door when he lands ten feet ahead of me with the final box in his hands.
He narrows his eyes. “I told you I would carry them in.”
“And I told you I would help.” I hold my arms out like I’m going to take the box from his hands.
He snaps his teeth at me.
I snort, then follow him into the house.
He pauses, turning back to face me when he finds the entryway empty. “You brought them all the way to the bedroom?”
I shove at his side to get him going. “Da.”
He heaves out an annoyed breath, then continues down the winding hall.
When he gave me the tour this morning, I made sure to pay close attention. And I was pleasantly surprised with myself when I found my way through on the first try while he was busy jumping back and forth between here and my apartment.
I have no doubt he could physically lift the weight of everything I own at once, but jumping at high speed, even with that weird gravity bubble thing to lessen the wind, my heavily used cardboard boxes would fall apart if not held securely in both hands.
“It says kitchen on the side of the box. Is that correct?”
“Da,” I say in a low voice just to be a pest.
Volik grumbles something about a stubborn mate.
“Da,” I repeat, grinning to myself.
Most of the other boxes went to the bedroom. I’m not in a rush to unpack my little bits of decor, and the rest of it is mostly clothes, including what Volik repacked from my closet.
I thought about asking him to leave a little behind. Basics in case I ended up back there for some reason. But I couldn’t make myself ask him.
If I pushed it, I know he would’ve done it. But I also know it would’ve hurt his feelings. And if I’m choosing to go all in, then this is me doing that.
Volik sets my box on the kitchen counter next to the box of food he grabbed from my cupboards.
He turns to look at me. “Unpack or reach out to your journalist first?”
“Journalist.”
Volik holds out his hand.
I curl my fingers around his palm and let him lead me down another hallway into the office.
“I can make a second chair for this desk, and we can share. Or I can build you your own desk.” He pauses. “Or, if you want your own office, I can arrange that.” Volik offers the last option like it pains him.
I squeeze his hand. “I’m usually a laptop on my lap type of worker. So a second chair here would be perfect.”
“Good.”
I know it was the right answer when I hear his quiet purr as he steps past me to behind the desk.
I have to wonder if it will always be like this, or if this is the honeymoon phase of mating.
Volik pulls the wooden chair out from the desk and nods for me to sit.
It looks heavy, has no arms and a back that will go up past my head.
Something tells me this is Volik. Now and forever.
I let that belief fill my chest as I hop up onto the chair. My feet dangle in the air as he pushes the chair forward.
“I will make your chair Nix size.”
I tip my head back and smile up at him. “No idea what you mean.”
He huffs. “You look like a tiny fairy sitting in my chair.”
My eyes widen. “Wait, are fairies a real thing?”
He nods toward the computer in front of me. “Focus.”
Without much thought and still looking at him upside down, I scrunch up my nose and make a face at Volik. Eyes squinted, tongue out.
I feel the breeze of movement as his hands move incredibly fast and grip my face.
I startle at the suddenness of his touch, but his hold keeps my head still.
And his thumbs pressed into the center of my cheeks keep my mouth open.
Before I can even retract my tongue, his mouth is there, over mine, upside down, and he…
My eyes close, and my spine curls as Volik licks my tongue.
His groan rolls out of his mouth and into my lungs.
My nerve endings sizzle as my nipples tighten and my core throbs.
Volik’s next groan is louder.
He keeps holding my head still as he pulls back enough to look down at me. “Do you need me?”
I nod my head as much as his hold will allow. “I do. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
His hips press into the sturdy back of the chair, just above my head. And I can’t smell his arousal like he can with me, but I know he’s hard. I know that giant cock of his is just as ready for me as I am for it.
“What exactly have you been thinking about?”
“That day. Monday.”
His groan shifts into something menacing. “Explain.”
“After I heard you in the hall, outside Jenny’s office.” My breath comes faster as I admit the truth. “I… Gods, I was so turned on. I thought I’d been drugged. But I think it was just having you close. Then…”
“Then what, Mate?”
My heart is pounding. And I think it’s from him.
“Then, when I couldn’t get myself to open the boxes, I looked you up online.”
He keeps his grip on my face with one hand as he slides his other hand down my throat. “What did you find?”
“Ph-photos.” He squeezes my breast, then slides his hand lower.
Volik pulls up the hem of my thin sweater and flips open the button on my pants. “I can smell the cherry juice collecting between your legs, Ma Fleur. What did you do with those photos?”
He pulls the zipper of my pants down.
“I looked at them.”
Volik lowers his face so it’s beside mine, cheek to cheek, his hand still gripping my jaw on the other side.
He slides his hand inside my panties. “What else did you do?”
“I touched myself.” I tilt my hips, trying to get his fingers where I need them.
“To pictures of me?” His finger glides over my clit.
“Y-yes.” He slides his hand lower. “I couldn’t stop staring at you.” His palm presses against my clit. “You were so handsome.”
The hand on my cheek shifts.
He pushes a finger into my mouth, hooks it around my cheek, and uses it to pull my head to the side.
Then he shoves two fingers into my core, his palm grinds against my clit, and he sinks his fangs into my neck.
He sucks on my neck, and I feel the pressure of it in my nipples. Like his mouth is there.
The sound I make is somewhere between a cry and a moan.
It’s like his mouth is everywhere.
The finger in my mouth starts to move.
In and out. In and out.
He moves the fingers in my pussy at the same time. At the same pace.
In and out. In and out.
Then I’m moving.
He’s lifting me off the seat.
His hands are still on me. In me. But I can feel the pressure in the center of my chest.
He’s moving me with his gravito.
The chair slides out of the way, and then Volik is behind me.
Against me.
And I’m bending forward, my chest gently connecting with the desk, my lower half hanging off. My feet don’t touch the floor because, like the chair, this desk was made for Volik’s size.
He slides his finger out of my mouth but keeps his other hand where it is, keeps working me over, as he pulls my pants down to my knees.
“Did you come like that?” The sound of another zipper opening reaches my ears. “Did you make yourself come while looking at photos of me?”
I nod, my cheek on the cool wood of the desk. “I did.”
He pulls his fingers from my core, moving up to draw slow circles around my clit, as something thick presses against my entrance. “You did what?”
He starts to push forward.
I arch my back, but he puts his hand between my shoulder blades and holds me down. “What did you do, little Mate?”
He pushes in a little farther, and I try to spread my legs more, but my pants are tangled around my legs, and my feet have no purchase.
Volik growls.
“I fingered myself.” I claw at the desktop. “I looked into your eyes as I made myself come.”
The purr that Volik lets out vibrates through every inch of my body.
Every. Inch.
Through the air. And through every spot our bodies touch.
And that’s it.
My orgasm crashes into me the same moment Volik shoves the rest of his Volik-sized dick inside me.
The vibrations don’t stop.
The fullness doesn’t stop.
The intensity. The free fall. None of it stops.
The hand on my back lifts and grips my hair.
Volik uses his hold to turn my head, pulling it back just a little.
And when I open my eyes.
When I look up into his.
He breaks.
His hips shove forward.
He buries himself as deep as he can go.
And he releases within me.
“Done.” I close my laptop and set it on the coffee table.
After the failed attempt to work in the office earlier, we took a quick shower. I ate a box of mac and cheese at the kitchen island. Then we sat on the couch together as I filled out the Contact Me About a Story form on May Branock’s website.
Volik stands from his spot beside me, but before I can follow, he scoops me up into his arms bridal style.
I make an unattractive squawk of surprise.
“You look tired” is his explanation.
Instead of arguing, because it’s true, I rest my head on his shoulder and let my powerful vampire boyfriend carry me through this gorgeous underground home that feels like a giant spa.
I’m already in my pajamas—a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Usually, if I was up working, I’d wear more than this. But sitting next to Volik keeps me plenty warm. Not to mention the way my own body has been feeling warmer.
In the bedroom, Volik sets me on the mattress, then circles around to the other side.
“Are you going to bed too?”
“Da.”
He pulls his shirt off, and the material snags on his horns, but it doesn’t tear.
He glares at it as he throws it to the ground.
I fight off my smile. “Are you going to sleep?”
“Nyet.” He lowers onto the mattress beside me. “But I will stay.”
It feels like the polite thing would be for me to say that he doesn’t have to. That he can go do whatever he would normally do at night. But… I like the idea of him being beside me all night.
The blanket is shoved halfway down the bed, so I catch it with my toes and lift my legs, bringing the blanket into reach. Volik twists toward the nightstand to turn off the lights.
My fingers are inches away from the blanket when I pause.
And before I can control it, before I can stop it, my pulse quickens.
Volik snaps his head in my direction. “What happened?”
I want to play it off.
I want so badly to play it off.
But I can’t.