Faline

The bite of his fingers has my hips rolling into his lap, the only things between us being his already opened jeans, with the typical top button undone and the thin skirt layers. One of my hands becomes buried in his hair as the other clutches him to me.

The slow rise is almost a relief compared to Lady's instant need. His teeth draw back with a quick swipe, letting a drop escape first, then his tongue follows it down and has me clenching muscles that shouldn't want a males touch.

Pleasure is pleasure though, and as such is blind, no matter the sex delivering it. Both his and my scents become stronger as desire rises. I pull Nicolaus's head back by his hair, a sharp inhale lets me know he's enjoying it. With that, I wrap the thick tail around my hand and twist tight. His moan gets swallowed as my lips take his almost angrily, pulling his lower lip into my mouth where I suck hard, drawing the blood close and fast then bite down, bursting the soft flesh.

His shiver beneath me draws out more of my aggression, free hand going to his chest where I curve my nails against the firm skin and drag down. Not hard enough to draw blood, but close. Panting breaths blast into my face while his lip is tugged out. It's released, then my tongue thrusts deep, not bothering to close the tears.

His jeans may be tight, but they can't hide his rising lust. Hands grip my ass cheeks hard then let go, just to grip hard again. The back and forth is actually kind of pleasing. Several nips to the insides of his mouth have him sounding like a drowning man with all his gasps and moans.

My thighs squeeze to either side of his, but that just has him widening his legs. The action, in turn, widens mine, my brain so into what I'm doing that I see no wrong in it. The hand at his chest actually falls to his lap where I flick at the taut material.

The first one has him jumping, pulling from our kiss as his head falls back. His actions have me wondering if he's been refusing his wolf's attentions. I watch his face as my hand plays over him through his jeans. These expressions of his are new to me. Might not actually be new at all, since I don't watch him when he's with his dog. With my curiosity piqued, I slip the next button from its hold.

Since his head is back, the hand I had at his hair is needed to come around to get pants undone. Tight jeans don't like to listen to demands unless you rip them open. I think about it, but decide it probably isn't a good idea.

Just touching him like this period has me wondering just how screwed up I am. With eyes half-closed, one hand continues to play against him through the relative safety of thick material while the other pushes against his shoulder, making him lean back further. His hands tug me forward right as his back hits the floor, long legs moving out from under him, unable to stretch them out since he's facing the corner.

Glittering orange orbs rise as his legs raise up behind me, bending at the knee. My gold meet his tangerine as I pinch at the darkened skin on his chest, smiling at his sharp inhale. Rubbing both my hands over his abdomen while I straddle just above his groin, his pulling of my ass when he went back has me moved to where he wants me. His raised legs behind me work wonderfully as a backrest as I lean on them.

Raising up and pulling my skirt out from under me, I sit back down, eyes still locked together, legs raising up at the knee to either side of him has the skirt hiking further back. As his eyes drop, it's my head that falls back this time. Wiggling in his lap has him groaning, panting under me, my own breathing picks up as the roughness between my legs creates new sensations. His legs go out, using them to push him out of the corner.

I laugh softly as his hair gets pulled under him with the movement, his back can't feel all that great either, but that's not my problem. Tugging his hair free while leaning slightly up, I get to see his abs at work. My fingertips trace them again as he unties the long tail.

Low cut and undone jeans show his long body off, revealing his eight-pack stomach. The tangle of dark hair circles his belly-button before flowing down to the thatch having been exposed from both movement and undone buttons. My eyes go to his as I tug at the strands, biting my lip as I watch his reaction.

Darkened orbs glitter at me as his breath catches, a smile playing with his mouth. Strong hands make their own exploration as they creep up my legs. I'm fully exposed to him, but his gaze seems to be stuck on my face.

Shifting my legs again, I lean down and capture his mouth. His large hands move to the outer thigh of one leg while the other slides over his lower belly on down, where I feel the tug at his groin. A flare of feeling goes through me, heat pooling low at the thought of his pants now fully undone.

My heart is racing, wasn't I wanting to stop this before it got too far? I am way past far here. The clothing freeing thumb traces up to my inner thigh, bringing a gasp and jump from me as it presses on wet folds. Legs start shaking as I break away from his kiss, forehead pressing against his as I weigh my options.

Hard to think when your body is making all the decisions for you. Thanks to Lady, my body looks forward to the flashes of feeling and rolling pleasures that can be brought with the right stimulation. My exhaled moan sounds as his touch connects with the enlarged nerve bundle and totally scrambles my thoughts.

My hands on his chest dig in as I move my face to be cheek to cheek with him, my lips close to his ear. Having to wet my lips before I can get out what I want to say.

"Nicolaus, let me do this..."

Breathy voice gusts the dampening hair along his hairline. Feeling his nod, my hand slides down his body, lifting my own just a little higher. Pressing my mouth to his potent neck, I suck on the skin, not biting down, just nibbling on the sweaty flesh.

When my hand goes past hair and touches on hardness, my breath catches. Doubt flies through me as I think on his remembered size tearing through thin walls. My body starts to shake, and as if sensing my thoughts, his hands rub at my legs and thighs.

Swallowing hard, I feather fingertips along his length. My fingers are unable to make it around his width, the feel of softness over steel sends another thrill through me, firing up my blood again. Closing my eyes as I direct him towards me, touching him along my own heated skin, the first connection makes my knees go weak. Biting into his neck, I place him facing up his own body then lower mine.

Flared open folds clasp him between them. Both of us make assorted sounds as I wiggle to position him just the way I want. Rocking forward and back, dragging myself along his underside.

Ridges and veins provide textures that have me twitching as I breathe heavily against his neck, where I've opened several bite marks before I sweep my tongue over them. Nicolaus doesn't seem to mind judging by the tight grip he has of the sides of my rear. My brain, in its sex-crazed haziness, seems to finally realize what I'm about to do and rings warning bells. Body tries to override them, but when a feeling of danger starts rising fast in my gut, my heated core starts to go cold.

My hands, which are again on his chest, ball up while my head scrambles. Sensing that something has changed, he pulls back to look at me. My eyes fly to his, filled with uncertainty and fear.

"What is it?"

I shake my head, feeling a little confused myself. I was, am, ready for this, yet something is screaming at me. First it tells me to go along and now it's hollering to stop.

"I don't know. Something doesn't feel right."

I look at him with a confused expression. My body is still settled over his, skirt hiked up to my hips and hiding what is beneath. Orange eyes look back at me, narrowing till he reads my confusion, having been ready before something happened.

Muscles clenching over him has his shaft twitching, the movement causes me to squirm, which has him writhing. Never-ending circle here. About to lean down for another kiss, the door bursts open.

I freeze, crouched over his body. Nails dig into his chest so hard, his hands come up and lay over them as he twists to look at who's storming in, his eyes going stormy. Usually he doesn't mind an audience, but right now, it seems he minds very much.

"Nico! I need to talk..."

Gold eyes alight on Madaline in all her peacock glory. Anger fights with frustration and relief as I glare at her. She looks unrepentant, knowing what was going on in here. Mine narrow at her as she smirks.

"Madaline, what the hell do you want?"

My question only has her looking smug. When I move to get off the male I'm sitting on, hands clench, holding mine to his chest. The feeling of danger is almost swamping me in its intensity, making my stomach cramp.

The mood is totally gone now for me, the feeling of embarrassment overriding everything else aside from rising sickness. Nicolaus won't let me go till he feels I won't move away. I get his attention by clenching my thighs together, hard.

His glazing eyes fly to me, my looking at him while a slight tug to my hands has him letting go slowly. Her next words have me stilling completely again. Angry eyes rise to her as my attitude picks up once more.

"Can call me what you like Maddy, because as you can see, he's between my legs and not yours."

I thrust my hips over him in emphasis, my eyes on hers the whole time. The fluttering pleasure rises from skin to skin contact, but I push it down as much as I can. The anger on her face is frankly just as pleasing.

Nicolaus groans at the action, his hands splayed on my legs, pushing at the skirt teasingly. Keeping my gaze directed at her, I buck and roll my hips on him. The skirt hiding the fact that even though my actions imply it, he's not in my body, still only clasped between wet lips.

Granted my movements give me a small taste of what he's feeling, it also allows things to show on my face as if he's held within. Don't have to exaggerate too much of it as my breath catches, biting my lip as my eyelids flutter, holding her rage-filled sapphires. Even though Nicolaus took from me, I'm still very full of happy magic-infused blood, the heat of it helps my own fury rise hot and ready. The Vampire below me reaps the benefit of my boiling emotions as I move against him aggressively.

Madaline can't hide her own rising desire as it starts to fill her eyes, mixing with jealousy that I'm where she wants to be. Unconsciously, movements have me taking longer strokes over him as my body wants to take him deep and not just play over. I'm unable to look at him since I keep her as my focus, but I can feel his accelerated breathing as well as the pulse beating in his length.

The feeling is quite intoxicating, to be honest. The anger at her, the danger, and the pleasure from him become my downfall. Thick steel within silk heat is positioned and taken into a tight, moistened passage.