The truth was really out there. He knew what she was. She openly knew what he was, and they were no longer trying to hide it.
Nico scooped her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist like they belonged there. His hands splayed wide across her bare back, fingers pressing into the curve of her spine, and she could feel the heat of his palm.
He pushed her back against the wall, and his eyes glowed that werewolf yellow. It had happened a few times before, butthey always quickly shifted back to a more human brown—not now. Now, whatever caused that change was riding high, and Nico wasn't holding back anymore.
And Elise freaking loved it.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took his time breathing in her scent. His breath ghosted over her pulse point, and the rub of his stubble against the sensitive hollow of her throat sent shivers down her spine. He didn't have to disguise what he was doing now, and he peppered her with kisses anyway.
She tilted her head back to give him easier access. A woman could become addicted to this. And Elise tried not to think about how this was a stolen moment, the last andonlytime they could have each other.
"Your scent," Nico groaned. "I could bathe in it. What are you doing to me?" he asked, and she didn't know if it was an accusation or something else.
"My scent?" she asked, and he just groaned again and didn't say anything else.
Okay, well, that was something interesting about werewolves. She was going to try really hard not to be self-conscious about the way she smelled. Nico seemed to like it, and right now, that was what mattered.
He took his time to breathe her in, and Elise luxuriated in the sensation of his lips against her neck, the way he was kissing her like he could devour her.
His tongue traced the line of her collarbone, and she felt the edge of his teeth—so sharp, so wolfish—graze her skin. She couldn't suppress the sound she made and realized she didn't want to. He was taking his time, and Elise let out as much noise as she could. The man deserved to know he was doing a good job.
He hefted her up again and practically threw her down on the bed. She bounced twice, and then he came down over her.His hair fell across his forehead again, and the bedside lamp cast him in shadow.
She loved that he wasn't treating her like some dainty little virgin who had never been touched before. He was barely leashed intensity, the solid weight of him a promise of the power he wasn't holding back. Not anymore. It wasn't rough treatment, but it was purposeful, and Elise was feeling every second of it.
Every freaking perfect second of it.
Then his lips found her nipple, and she wasn't thinking of anything anymore. The wet heat of his mouth closing over the sensitive peak made her arch up off the bed, her fingers tangling in his dark hair to hold him there. He nipped and sucked, and it was just like he'd been against her neck, but all the more intense for all those nerve endings.
The scrape his teeth, the swirl of his tongue and the suction, it sent a line of heat straight between her legs. He took his time. The man was an artist. Elise appreciated his dedication to his craft. If he was a sculptor, she was his clay. And right now, her body wanted to be molded against his.
He took his time playing with her chest, and there was something almost feral about it. His hands cupped and squeezed, thumbs circling her nipples when his mouth wasn't on them. She could feel the barely there prick of claws against the soft underside—not cutting, just present, as if he couldn't quite control his wolf.
This was what it was like to be in bed with a werewolf. And Elise wanted it so much it was driving her crazy.
Nico was treating her like a woman who wanted to be fucked, and she wanted him to fuck her.
His cock was hard between them, and it seemed to be getting harder with every second. She could feel it pressing against her hip, thick and insistent, and every shift of his body made her more aware of exactly how much he wanted this.
He pulled back. His lips were redder than ever. He sat back on his heels, still straddling her, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. She could see the defined lines of muscle across his abdomen flexing with the movement.
"We shouldn't," he said, but his hand was splayed across her abdomen, and he was looking down at her like she was the answer to every question in the universe.
Elise dug her hands into his skin almost hard enough to bruise. She could feel his muscles bunch and shift beneath her palms, hot skin over hard planes, and when she dragged her nails down his chest, he sucked in a breath that made his whole torso clench.
"Do you think we're going to get another chance?" she asked.
The secret was out, and once a secret got out, it didn't stay secret for long. Stuff was about to get real. And if she'd thought their time together earlier that evening was a stolen moment, this was afuckingbank heist.
They were too driven by the desire between them to do the rational thing, to make a plan for what happened tomorrow.
Elise only wanted one thing.
"Fuck me, Nico," she said.
He groaned and kissed her again. His whole body pressed down on her, and he was the best weighted blanket in the universe. Skin to skin from chest to thighs, and she could feel his heart hammering against her ribs in time with her own.
They both shimmied out of their pants and underwear somehow. Elise wasn't really paying attention to anything except the way Nico was making her feel at that point to care about the logistics. Cool air hit her overheated skin for just a moment before Nico was back, bare and burning hot against her, and the first touch of his naked cock against her thigh made her gasp.
