Page 46 of Bully Wolf's Nanny
It was nice. With everything going on at the pack, with the New Guard, with their plans to move against their fathers drawing closer, it was nice to escape it all and sit with Daisy beneath a canopy of leaves and just enjoy her calming presence. It was only a matter of weeks now. They were preparing for war.
He never talked to her about the pack. Even though she was part of it, he found himself wanting to protect her from it all. God knows his father had reacted badly when he’d caught them kissing at the bonfire. He’d warned Nicolas never to go near her again.
Like he’d listen to that fucking asshole.
“You know,” Daisy said, her eyes downcast, her fingers nervously tracing patterns in the earth, “my parents are away. Tonight, I mean. They’re away on vacation.”
They weren’t away on vacation. Her father had been sent north with a contingent of wolves to face down the pack threatening their territory. Her mother was accompanying them with medical supplies at the ready. Daisy didn’t know that. She didn’t need to know that. If she knew, then she would want to get involved, and he didn’t want her anywhere near the fighting. The only thing her weak as piss father was good for was keeping it all a secret from her.
Nicolas had a hard enough time hiding the injuries he himself had sustained from her knowing gaze.
“I hope they’re having fun,” he said, his tone wry.
“No, Nicolas, that’s not…I mean…I’m going to be home alone,” she said, her voice heavy with meaning.
And he understood.
He snuck in later that night, climbed up the trellis on the side of her house and through her open bedroom window. She laughed at him, saying he could have used the front door. He shrugged and winked at her, reminding her that she seemed to like bad boys.
She bit her lip, nerves rolling from her in waves. It was her first time. It wasn’t his. That was alright. He could show her what to do.
So he laid her down on her bed, kissing her thoroughly, her curves soft and supple beneath his hands. She drove him crazy. And she didn’t even know it.
“Will it…I mean, will it hurt?” she asked, her green eyes wide, the flushed skin of her chest heaving.
“It might for a moment,” he replied, kissing her collarbone. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.I’ll go slowly. I’ll be gentle. If you want me to stop, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“No, I want to,” she said with renewed confidence, her hands tugging his shirt up over his head, her eyes widening at his sheer size as he loomed above her. He couldn’t help the smug masculine pride that swelled in him at the hitch in her breathing.
They had done things before, in the woods. Exploring hands and teasing fingers and curious mouths. He had firmly made his mind up already that his favorite taste on earth was the rich, husky warmth of the arousal between her thighs.
He kissed his way down her body, pulling the rest of her clothes off, revealing her pale, silky skin to his ravenous gaze. She blushed, hands moving to cover the soft swell of her stomach, but he stopped her.
“Don’t,” he growled, “I want to see you. All of you.”
Daisy nodded, her blush deepening, and shyly let her hands fall away from her stomach. He was sure his grin was feral.
She squealed in pleasure as he pushed her thighs apart, revealing her pink folds, and licked a firm stripe from her dripping center to the small bud at the apex of her thighs.
Squeals turned to breathy moans as he laved his tongue over her clit, her little fingers burying themselves in his hair. He was determined to bring her as much pleasure as was needed to make her forget her nerves, and then some more for good measure. She came twice on his tongue before he kissed his way back up, nipping at a stiff nipple before reclaiming her mouth for his own.
Then her thighs fell apart, and he settled between them, his aching hardness brushing against her quivering warmth.
“Ready?” he asked, catching her chin in his thumb and forefinger.
She bit her lip, her hands flexing against the muscles of his back, before she nodded. “Yes, I’m ready.”
Slowly, he pushed into her, relishing every emotion that passed across her face. Her mouth fell open, her eyes widened, and a keening whine escaped her as he fully sank into her.
Dropping his forehead to hers, he couldn’t help the ragged pants that mingled with her breath as he waited for her to adjust, every instinct screaming at him to move.
Finally, after what felt like forever, she clenched her muscles, little shoulders trembling.
He groaned, long and hard, and gently rolled his hips, taking his cue from every whimper of pleasure that fell from her lips.
“Yes,” she breathed, “yes, just like that, that feels good.”
He moved faster, pushing harder into her, hands braced against the mattress as he took his pleasure from her voluptuous body. She was getting closer again, sweat shining on her skin, head thrown back.
