Claws raked down my back. Skin split open. A howl tore through the air, and I almost laughed.Yes. I want it all. Give it to me.
The pain and pleasure crashed together. My body convulsed, spine arching as I screamed, "Oh, fuck. Nick. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"
He hissed as I clenched around him. His hips jerked, rhythm breaking as he pumped his cum deep inside me like it never belonged anywhere else.
"Nova," he cried out. The husky, ragged sound was filled with something that made my chest ache for more, but of what, I didn’t know.
As my orgasm came to its crescendo, I collapsed against damp earth. When the chilled soil kissed my overheated skin, the burn at my wrist cooled, and I sighed. Nick kept fucking me at a slow and steady pace as I spasmed around his cock. His lips pressed a soft kiss to the center of my back before he crashed down beside me, chest heaving.
With other wolves, I'd always stayed on top and kept control. Even when my appearance was masked with magic, I never let anyone have the opportunity to wield that kind of power over me.
But Nick was different.
Maybe he didn’t trigger my territorial instincts because he was a turned? Maybe it was the tattoo pulsing at my wrist, reminding me that not only he but Zeth and Conrad seemed to be able to pull this side out of me.
All I knew was having him pin me down, rutting me into the dirt, using my body until we shattered… it ignited something inside me.
Something I wanted to believe in again.
First Conrad, then Zeth, and now Nick. I covered my eyes with my palms and sighed.
I'd never hadboy problems. That was Aniyah's territory. Maybe I should call her and get some advice because, right now, I couldn't walk away from any of them, and if this tattoo couldtalk, I bet it would tell me I shouldn't let them slip through my fingers.
I didn’t havetime for this.
Fuck me.
* Bad Choices by Kode
17
NOVA
The air hung heavy with sweat and heat, with the echo of what we’d just done as our breaths slowly found the same rhythm. The earth beneath us still held our warmth, and my heart beat hard, insistent, urging me to linger. To lift a hand. To follow the sharp line of his collarbone. To press closer until there was no edge left between us, only shared heat and forgetting.
But that wasn’t what he was here for.
Just sex.
The thought landed sour, brittle. The way my wolf had stirred for him, the flare of heat at my wrist when we were in contact, all of it pointed to him being my mate, but the question cut deeper than the pull. Was I his?
I couldn’t survive that answer again. The hope. The rejection. The hollow aftermath.
Eyes flicking to the side, I saw him on his back staring up through the canopy, jaw tight, brow drawn down like he was wrestling something far heavier than me. I huffed a quiet breath and looked away.
He hadn’t even made peace with his wolf yet. The idea of a mate was miles beyond his reach, and I didn't have time for this. That was all second compared to my position and territory. My reputation.
So, I buried it. All of it. I locked the wanting away and settled into what was safe. What was simple.
A buzz came from my watch on my wrist, pulling me back to reality. There was no rest for the wicked. Pushing up from the ground, I brushed off the dirt that clung to my thighs as if even the ground didn’t want to let go.
“This was great…” My heart tugged, and I put on a fake smile. “But I gotta go.”
The words stumbled out awkwardly, too light for what we’d just done. My chest tightened. Fuck, I sounded pathetic.
His gaze flicked to mine, then down. A muscle jumped in his jaw before he forced a stiff nod. “Yeah. This was… interesting.” His voice carried that rough post-shift rasp that made my stomach twist. “Is it always this… intense for you werewolves?”
“You werewolves?” I shot back before I could stop myself. “You know you’re one of us now, right?”
