Page 41 of Act of Brotherhood
Focus. Be calm. Be one with the calm. Be one with the…fuck, her nipples are getting hard.
As Nicolette grinned wickedly and unsnapped the button of her jeans, all of Garth’s good intentions fell by the wayside. One singular thought consumed him.
Fuck her.
A growl broke free as he grabbed her to him, careful to mind his strength as he did.
A tempting smile splashed over her face a second before she went to her tiptoes and kissed him with so much passion that he couldn’t get undressed fast enough. He undid his jeans and looked down at Nicolette standing before him.
She was a vision of beauty.
A fucking goddess.
And she was about to be his.
Mine.
The thought jarred him, but he brushed away any concerns he had. The serum was giving him issues. There was no more to it than that. The odds of Nicolette being his mate were insanely low.
Breathe in and out calmly and then make her cry out your name.
His inner mantra gave him a confidence boost. He could handle this, even with the drugs in his system. After all, he was hardly a young pup. Bedding women was old hat. He totally had this.
Nicolette took hold of the top of his jeans and kneeled, easing them down, freeing his cock. Her cheek brushed his sensitive flesh as she continued to work his pants off him. Her cheek against his shaft nearly did him in. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure he had a handle on anything at all.
As he stepped out of his jeans and saw her on her knees, he knew he was in deep. Too deep to pull back now. And he didn’t want to retreat. He wanted to surge forward, at full mast, the wind at his back as he conquered the woman with him, being every bit the Viking he was born to be.
She wet her lips and looked up at him, a hungry expression on her face. “If you tell me you can morph into a wolf, I’m going to think the scary-movie gods were listening in on a private conversation.”
Morph into a wolf?
She knew of shifters?
The knowledge surprised him, as most humans knew nothing of the sort. She didn’t look afraid of him. If anything, she looked turned on by the idea of what he was.
Reaching down, he touched her cheek and nodded. “Yes. I can turn into a wolf.”
“Uh-huh. Later you can show me.” She grinned and waggled her brows playfully before she took hold of his cock and began to stroke him.
Garth’s entire body tensed as pleasure shot through him at her very touch. The woman had magik hands. Plus, she knew what he was. Could the night get any better? Part of him knew he owed Auberi a thank you for whatever he’d slipped him in the serum. The other part hoped Auberi got a batch of bad blood and dropped over even deader than normal.
Less thought of asshole, more thought of…sweet Odin, her mouth is pure bliss.
Garth’s cock jerked in Nicolette’s hot mouth. She’d wasted no time easing her lips over the head of his dick. As she took him deeper into her mouth, he trembled, holding on by a thread. The woman was going to make him come and she’d only just started. That had never happened before. He most certainly did not want it to happen now. He wanted to spend the entire night in her, not losing his load every time she made contact with his cock.
She eased her mouth from his cock and used her tongue to flick back and forth over his frenulum. Each swipe of her tongue over the sensitive area of his cock head made Garth jerk in place. He’d never seen a sight more erotic in his life than her there, staring up at him, a twinkle of mirth in her blue eyes as she drove him mad with each movement she made. The beauty knew the power she had over him. He could see it there in the depths of her gaze. And somehow that revelation only made the entire thing more enticing, more erotic.
He let out a strangled, soft cry of pleasure as he stroked her smooth cheek. “Beauty, that feels so good.”
She nipped playfully at his cock, careful to avoid actually getting his flesh with her teeth. Even if she had caused a bite of pain, he’d have still liked it. As a wolf-shifter, a little pain and biting during sex was hot as fucking hell. Garth smoothed Nicolette’s hair back from her face and savored the image she presented. It was one he’d never tire of. One he could look at for a thousand more years, easily.
The next he knew, he was speaking in his native tongue, telling her exactly how beautiful she was, how he’d never in all his days seen a woman such as her, and how already she’d captured his warrior heart.
He’d have panicked about the proclamation, but he understood his response to her was born out of whatever Auberi had given him. Even so, it was hard to deny just how amazing it was to have Nicolette sampling his flesh.
As she took more of his shaft into her mouth, Garth’s self-control, which had already been nearly nonexistent, shattered. His ball sac drew up tight and he exploded in one embarrassingly awesome fell swoop. He growled out in both frustration and completion as his seed jetted forth from him in rhythmic spurts—one after another.
Nicolette kept her mouth on his cock, swallowing what he offered before drawing back and looking up at him. Her expression was innocent, like she didn’t understand what she’d done, but he knew better. Talent like that wasn’t something that came without experience.
