Page 47 of Bully Wolf's Nanny
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled as her nails raked over his skin, “so beautiful.”
“Nicolas,” she panted, “Nicolas, Nicolas, Nicolas!”
His name was so sweet on her lips. He wanted more.
He wanted all of her.
With a roar he came, buried deep inside her, the final few thrusts tipping her over the edge, too. Together they rode out their orgasms, eyes locked together, until finally it was over.
He rolled to the side, tucking her against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“That was…” she said after a while, “that was amazing.”
“Agreed,” he said, squeezing her closer.
She stiffened and he pulled back to look down at her, only to see her chewing her lip with familiar anxiety, her green eyes searching his face.
“What is it?”
“I just…” she hid her face in his chest, breathing in his scent, “I just can’t shake the feeling that this is all some kind of trick. That you’re going to break my heart.”
He chuckled softly, hand stroking soft circles against her back.
“Believe me, Daisy Copperfield, the last thing I ever want to do is break your heart.”
***
Present Day
He was on his third whiskey at the Pine Shadow Club by the time Felix sat down next to him at the bar, a look of disapproval heavy on his features.
“Don’t you have to be in New York first thing?”
“Fuck off, Felix.”
“Come on, Nicky, is that any way to talk to your alpha?” Dane slid into the seat on the other side of him, a wide smirk on his face.
“You can fuck off, too.”
Dane tutted and waved down the barkeep with a heavily tattooed arm. “Francesca really is turning you into a grumpy bastard, you know that, right?”
“Trust me,” Nicolas drained the last of his drink, “I’m fucking well aware.”
“I’m worried about you,’ Felix interjected before Dane could get some smartass comment in. “We all are. Running the woods all hours of the night, drowning yourself in whiskey more evenings than not, snapping at anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. It isn’t you.’
“Isn’t it?” Nicolas didn’t even bother ordering another drink. The barkeep was under strict orders to keep his glass full until he either stumbled out or was kicked out. Or both.
“He’s got you there, Felix,” Dane said. “Nicky was scary long before Francesca showed up.”
“Don’t you have some rival pack to be beating up? Or some pack groupie to be fucking?”
Dane’s grin widened. “Hey, as long as it ends up with me on my back with someone drawing blood, it’s all the same to me.”
“Animal,” Nicolas muttered, turning away from him. There had been a point in time when Dane had been his closest friend. But that was when they were back at school, in the same grade, and by far the two most powerful shifters around. Of course they gravitated towards each other. It was either friendship or killing each other.
These days, Nicolas often wished he’d opted for the latter.
“You just need to get laid,” Dane said, stretching his arms out over his head. “Plenty of young eligible women around tonight. Take your pick.”
