I was going to see my mate and talk to her even if it was the last thing I did.
23
NOVA
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
The vent blasted cool air across my skin, but it didn’t have the intended effect. Instead, the chill only sharpened the heat rippling through me. My pulse thudded in my wrists, in my throat, in my whole body, making every move uncomfortable.
We had been talking about the plan when my body sent a chill up and down my spine. Like it was a warning before a scorching heat bloomed underneath my skin.
I tried to cover it up, turning the nearest air vents toward me when they weren't looking, but it didn't help. Then it hit me, like a scent bomb detonating in my chest, and I gasped, dragging in mouthfuls of air. Each inhale burst with flavor, the vivid taste alive on my tongue as it filled my lungs.
Zeth’s smoked cherries—dark and sticky—merged with Nick’s clean white musk until the air thickened into something sweeter, heavier. A sharp streak of citrus cut through the sweetness, chased by sandalwood and spice that burned its way down my lungs. Every note tangled together until my mind was dizzy,drowning in an ocean of scents and desire that drove my body crazy.
My wolf rolled over inside me, shameless and eager, tail wagging, belly bare. Not in the least bit helpful!
I told myself to get out of the car, to breathe fresh air, to think about anything but them, but my hands wouldn’t move. My chest rose and fell in rapid succession. My thighs pressed together of their own accord, and I hated how much I liked being suffocated by their scents.
A cool, smooth hand landed on my thigh, and the breath I’d been holding came out in a shuddering plea.
“Are you okay, Nova?”
Conrad’s voice dragged me under, and I lolled my head in the direction of his voice. Concern softened those moss-green eyes until they blurred behind the memory of his mouth on my skin in the woods, making my body burn hotter. My teeth sliced into my lower lip, blood spilling across my tongue as I held back a plea.
A small, sane voice in my head told me to stay seated, to pretend it was nothing, but every nerve in my body leaned toward him, begging for more.
His thumb stroked my thigh once, innocent, maybe, but it sent shots of lightning up my spine. My eyes slammed shut as my fingers clenched the leather seat, nails biting in, trying to ground myself as my pulse throbbed down below.
He tilted my head up, my lids cracked open to see his curious lifted brow and questioning gaze locked onto me. Guilt twisted through me like a blade.
The marks on my arm ignited, each bud pulsing in a different rhythm, and none of them mine.
He shrugged out of his jacket and leaned in close, a crooked half-smile tugging at his mouth. “I’ve got you, Boss,” he murmured.
The laugh that left me cracked through my dry throat, sounding small and strangled.
?*He knelt, his eyes on me like they would never let go, and my heartbeat tripped. Fangs slid into sight, slow and alluring, from behind his smile. My breath hitched; my body tightened. His fingers brushed the fabric of my dress up, and my breath stuttered. Even the soft sound of sliding silk sent tremors up my thighs.
“What the fuck?” a surprised voice muttered, breaking the spell. A low growl vibrated through my chest, my wolf angry at the interruption.
“Shhh,” Conrad soothed, coaxing me. “Don’t worry about anything else. Anybody else. Just focus on me.”
His hands mapped the length of my thighs, and his lips followed, the heat of his breath causing goosebumps to follow. My body arched toward him before I could stop it.
My lips parted in a gasp as his teeth grazed the inside of my thigh. My body opened up for him, begging in a primal response.
“More,” I heard myself whisper. “I need… more.”
Conrad lifted one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder before he gave me one last devilish smile. "Oh, you're going to get more, Boss. I want you to feel how I devour you from the inside out. I want all my tastebuds to scream your name."
A whimper tore from my throat at his words. Desperation clouded my mind. My thoughts fragmented as my vision blurred at the edges. My hips rolled forward in small, involuntary movements, my body pleading for what wouldn't come out of my mouth.
"Mmmmm," he hummed along my inner thigh. The vibrations teased my sensitive skin, and I gasped, a wordless plea for him to keep going. "Your cunt smellsdivine, Nova. I'm going to feast tonight."
Before I could process his words, his cool palms cupped my ass with lightning speed, fingers digging into my flesh. He'd lifted me effortlessly, so high that his elbows pressed into the leather while my bottom was suspended in the air.
He gave my pussy one long, languid lick, flicking his tongue along my clit at the end. My head slammed back against the headrest. My spine arched so severely the bones felt like a bow drawn taut, and my hips thrust forward shamelessly, chasing his mouth for more.
