Page 30 of Nicolette

Nine hummed in agreement as he nipped at my bottom lip before pulling back. “Then shall we see if there’s another woman you don’t react to?”

Blinding rage took over me, and the next thing I knew, I’d sucker-punched Nine and dropped him to his knees. Giving him a hard shove, Nine slammed to the floor on his back, looking completely bewildered. Then, straddling him, I worked his pants open and grabbed his half-hard cock in my hand, and squeezed.

“You really shouldn’t have said that,” I bit out. “Especially if you plan on keeping this particular piece of anatomy.”

Nine groaned and thrust up into my hand. “I’m not too worried. You like riding it too much to rip it off me.”

“Maybe I’ll just make a copy and use that when I miss it. Think how much less talking would happen that way,” I threatened.

Grinning, his hand darted out, grabbing a fist full of my hair and dragging me down to him. “Oh, we don’t have to do any talking, kitten. I just know how much you love to hear you’re a good girl, but if you want things down and dirty, that can be arranged.”

Before I had a chance to say anything, I was flipped over on my knees, and the sound of my jeans being ripped off filled the air. The cooler temperature of the apartment tickled my skin, telling me he’d managed to get my underwear in that move as well. An arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me to my feet, only to be thrust against the brick wall again. With my jeans still around my ankles, I couldn’t move without tipping over, so I braced myself on the wall as he yanked back my hips, forcing me to arch my back. Two fingers were shoved into me, making me cry out.

“So what will it be, kitten? Do you want me to tell you how wet your pretty pink pussy is, so eager for me to thrust my cock in it, or are we staying silent?” Nine purred into my ear as he stroked his fingers against the walls of my pussy.

My mind was so overwhelmed with the sensation of his fingers and the dirty words that were coming out of his mouth. It was the perfect combination of rough that I loved. Sometimes when you’re fighting for everything in your life, having someone else take charge was fucking fantastic. There was also a sense of security, knowing that this man would never do something malicious to hurt us.

“I take it by your silence you don’t want me to stop, but by all means, if that changes, feel free to speak up,” Nine assured me as he pulled his fingers out, making me whimper.

“No, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I ordered.

Teeth scraped down my neck, making me shiver. “Don’t stop what?”

“Fucking me.” I growled. “You better put something in me and finish what you started.”

“I see. Then tell me, kitten, do you want my fingers, mouth, or my cock?” Nine murmured as his hands slid up the front of my shirt to knead my breasts.

Licking my lips, I tried my best to focus on what he was asking me, but there was only one option that would satisfy me. “I want you to shove that fucking massive cock so deep it rearranges my insides.”

His chuckle had me shivering with the danger it possessed. The feel of his hands gripping my hips tightly was the only warning I got before he gave me exactly what I asked for. The scream that tore out of me, I was sure could be heard by whoever was in the next apartment over. My money was on the fact they’d need to get used to it because I wasn’t sure there was another way to express the overwhelming pleasure his cock gave me.

“That’s right, mate, scream for me,” Nine praised. “Let the whole pride hear how good I’m fucking you and that you’re mine. This pussy is purring so loud, happy to have my cock pounding into it. You should see it taking every inch of this dick like it was made for me. Now I’m going to make you come, and then it will be my turn. That’s when I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, coating your pussy with my scent until a cub takes its place.”

Every word he spoke pushed me closer and closer to the edge as he pistoned into me. Shifting, he wrapped an arm around my chest and let his other hand slide between my legs to stroke my clit. The second he put pressure on there, I exploded. My vision dimmed as my whole body started to quake with the force of the orgasm. Nine roared as his climax hit, slamming me against the wall since my arms couldn’t hold me up anymore.

His teeth bit into the back of my neck as he thrust into me, trapping my body between him and the wall, so I couldn’t escape. It was odd not to feel the barbs locking me to him, but I remembered him telling me that outside of a heat, it was less common to happen. Nine finally released me from his teeth only to start licking the area he’d bitten. That’s when I realized he was healing me from the damage he’d caused.

We stood there for a few minutes until both our breathing slowed, but I was still a long way off from being able to use my fucking legs.

Nine slowly eased out of me, making us both groan with how sensitive we were. The feel of his cum running down my leg was oddly satisfying as much as I really wanted to take a shower. I knew he told me I couldn’t get pregnant outside of a heat, but it was an odd concept to wrap my head around.

Scooping me up in his arms, Nine pressed a searing kiss to my lips that had me instantly sliding my hands into his hair, trying to keep him from pulling away too soon. Our kisses were hot, needy, and a battle to see who would come out on top.

Finally breaking it, Nine pulled back to look me in the eye. “You are fucking perfect, Nicolette.”

Speechless at the intensity of his gaze and the utter sincerity of his words, I just stared at him. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? I’d never been in a relationship before. I didn’t know how this worked normally, let alone with a fated pair. Knowing that was part of the equation made me wonder if he felt that way about me or if our lions were making us have those emotions.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll run down to the storage room and see if I can find you a few sets of clothes.” At my questioning look, he explained, “We keep them around for those who can’t shift with their clothes and end up losing or shredding them as they practice. Plus, it’s good to have clothes on hand for any situation when it comes to shifters.”

Nine set me down on the counter next to the sink and peeled off my torn pants, helping me out of the rest of my clothes. I was surprised to see how modern the bathroom was compared to the simplistic nature of the rest of the apartment. The shower was large, with a stone bench and a rain shower head that came down from the ceiling in the middle of the space. It didn’t take long for steam to start billowing out of the glass walls, telling me it was the perfect temperature.

“There’s shampoo, conditioner, and soap in there already. Is there anything else you need?” Nine asked, setting a fluffy white towel on the toilet seat.

“I don’t think so,” I answered, sliding off the counter and almost falling as my legs gave out.

“Whoa, easy there, kitten. Maybe I should stay to help get you showered,” Nine muttered to himself.

I was feeling more grounded now that my brain was starting to fire on all cylinders again. “It’s fine. I just needed a second to get my shit together. There’s a bench. If I need to, I’ll sit, but I don’t need to be babied.”