Page 30 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

“Going deaf on me, old man? I said, what? Can’t manage it yourself,buddy?” I repeated slowly, pushing my luck and loving every second of it.

The growling response was all I was given as his hand twisted in my hair once more, pulling sharply until my entire upper body lifted off the bed, kneeling upright in front of him. His arm locked around my ribcage, holding me firm as he thrust up into me. Back to chest, that hand still fisted in my hair tightly, his fingers thrumming over my nipples.

Tugging, pinching, and pulling, he drove me to the brink of climax more quickly than I could have imagined.

“Enough sass from you now, princess,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, his dark and dangerous tone swirling in my belly and making me whimper.

“Never enough,” I spat back, rocking my hips back into him and making him grunt with need.

Gliding fingers flipped to raking nails, traveling over the tips of my breasts and down my torso as he thrust up into me faster.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned against my ear, his grunts and groans of pleasure growing louder, matching my own.

His hand moved between my thighs, finding my clit and circling it over and over, in time with his thrusts. My orgasm hovered just on the brink, my heart racing and my breath completely stopping other than short, sporadic pants as I hung on the precipice.

His thrusting grew choppy as he neared his own orgasm.

“Now, scream for me, princess. Let everyone hear you. You know you fucking love it.” His soft, depraved words whispered against the curve of my shoulder seconds before his teeth sunk in, biting me hard. The pain radiated out over my skin, his cock twitching inside of me as he thrust deep and hard, screaming out his orgasm only a second before my own hit.

Hips twisted, grinding against one another as we basked in every last ounce of pleasure from the intensity of our combined orgasms.

His arms stayed around me as we both panted, re-learning how to breathe once more. He guided me back down onto the bed as he pulled out of me. Not a thought entered my mind as I curled up into the fetal position.

Satiated and spent, I trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

His hands moved over my body slowly. Tugging at the covers to help guide me into warmth. Soft kisses pressed against the back of my shoulders. His body curled around mine. Sleepiness made my eyelids heavy, and I welcomed it.

The only problem was the whooping and hollering — andclapping— that came from down the hall.

“Excellent performance!” Sully’s deep voice called.

But even as the slight blush of embarrassment flushed my cheeks, I could not bring myself to care. Not now.

Maybe I’d feel different come morning.

Chapter 8

Nikolai

I sat,staring at my screen, having done absolutely no work in the hour I had been down here. Two cups of coffee and pacing enough to get in a fucking workout — nowthatI had done. But my mind was firmly situated on last night, and the fucking power punch that Maddy pulled. She was a spitfire extraordinaire, and my mouth was still watering, thinking about her taste, her sounds, and the feel of her wrapped around me.

Fuck, now I had a raging hard-on to deal with.

A soft knocking sound rapped at the door, pulling my attention. Taking a moment to readjust myself and cursing the fact that I didn’t have time to run upstairs and wake Maddy to remedy my current predicament, I called out, “Come in.”

Deacon entered quietly, closing the door behind him.

“Morning,” I greeted him, raising my almost empty second cup of coffee. He did the same with the mug in his hand.

“Mornin’.” He situated himself in the chair opposite my desk, making himself comfortable as he sipped his coffee silently. Deacon wasn’t a man of many words on most days, but it wasn’t like him to come in and just sit.

“So, last night…” he began with a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, last night.” I couldn’t hold back the smirk as I replayed highlights in my mind.

“Brother, I’ve gotta be honest. I’m surprised.”

“You and me both, man. She was getting under my skin, but I had no idea how good it would be. God, it felt good to let go for a little bit. And the way she responded? She might not be a submissive, or at least notknowshe’s a submissive, but—”

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