My heart pounds as I stand in front of Nickolas’s bedroom door, a bowl of medicine in my hand. It’s a strange turn of events-I’m the one who almost lost my life, yet it’s Nickolas who now needs herbs to recover. Because of what he did, I’m almost fully healed, but I can’t say the same for him. Beatrice told me he sustained some injuries while he fought the lycans, and on top of that, he gave me his blood. Beatrice explained that his status as the king of lycans is the only thing keeping him from being bedridden. If he were an ordinary lycan, he would be fighting for his life right now.
Still, none of this explains why I find myself at his door with a bowl of medicine. Beatrice made a bet with me, challenging me to prove her wrong-that Nickolas doesn’t truly care about me. To do so, she suggested I get close to him. According to her, once I’m close enough, I’ll be able to discern his true intentions. And so, here I am, about to enter his room and tend to him, all in the name of testing Beatrice’s theory.
Taking a deep breath, I softly knock on Nickolas’s bedroom door and wait for him to let me in.
“Come in,” he says after a few seconds.
Gently pushing the door open, I step inside and find Nickolas standing by his desk, about to pour himself a glass of whiskey. Remembering Beatrice’s instructions to ensure he doesn’t drink while recovering, I quickly walk over and stop him.
I place the bowl of medicine on the table and reach out to halt his hand as he’s about to pour the drink. Nickolas lifts his eyes, a questioning look in them as he meets my gaze. I offer him a smile as I collect the bottle from his hand and place it out of his reach.
“Beatrice asked me to do that,” I explain, hoping he won’t be too upset with me for my bold move.
“I see,” Nickolas says, his voice calm as he rubs his chin, taking a seat behind his desk. I exhale, silently thanking the heavens that he didn’t unleash his wrath upon me for what I did. Moving to where I kept the bowl, I push it closer to him and nudge him to drink it. Another command from Beatrice is that I must ensure he finishes everything in the bowl, so I wait.
Nickolas reclines into his seat, his eyes fixated on me with an amused glint. I glance at him, confused by his amusement, but before I can question him, I yelp in surprise as he suddenly reaches for my hand and pulls me onto his lap. I stiffen, feeling warmth seeping into my body from his touch, unsure of what to make of this unexpected turn of events.
“Feed it to me,” Nickolas commands, handing me the bowl and placing it in my trembling hands. I grip onto it tightly, determined not to let it slip. With a deep breath, I attempt to lift the spoon to his mouth, but my hands shake, and the contents of the bowl drip all over me before even reaching him. I curse under my breath, shutting my eyes tightly as I pray that Nickolas won’t make a big deal out of my mistake.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, my heart pounding in my chest as I await his reaction. Despite him giving me his blood, I fear he won’t hesitate to reprimand me for messing up something as simple as feeding him.
My eyes shoot open as I feel something warm touch my delicate skin. I gasp in surprise, widening my eyes as I realize it’s Nickolas’s tongue. Slowly, he licks every inch of my skin that the herb spilled on, causing me to clench my knees together in a mixture of shock and arousal. What the hell is happening?
“I think it tastes better on you,” Nickolas murmurs, his voice husky with desire, as he draws his head away from my body. I sit frozen on his thighs, my heart racing at his words. Suddenly, he grabs the bowl from my hands and pours its contents over my body in a sensual cascade. I gasp as the liquid trickles down my skin while I lock eyes with Nickolas, his gaze ablaze with lust and hunger.
Slowly, he lifts my shirt, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and before I can process what’s happening, I find myself clutching his shoulder, my nails digging into his flesh, as his warm mouth descends upon my left breast. My breath catches in my throat as he sucks hard, sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through me. With closed eyes, I abandon all thoughts of questioning what’s going on, simply reveling in the blissful moment with Nickolas.
He takes his time worshiping my right breast before trailing his tongue down to my shoulder blade and neck. I feel his fangs extend against my skin, but he doesn’t bite down. Instead, he grazes my skin with them, sending a burning desire coursing through me. Returning to my left breast, he takes it into his mouth, sucking, massaging, and worshiping it as if he were starved for it. My eyes roll back in ecstasy, and I dig my nails deeper into his shoulder, loving the feeling of being wanted and desired in ways I never thought possible.
Nickolas takes his time on my left breast, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me, before gently pushing me against his desk to clean the herb remnants from my lower belly. My hands instinctively thread into his hair, relishing the soft curls beneath my fingertips as I resist the urge to guide him lower to satisfy the burning need between my legs.
As he finishes, I hope he satisfies the throbbing ache between my thighs, but he doesn’t. Nickolas lifts his head with a smile, leaving me breathless and needy, my nipples hardened and my core pulsating with desire.
“Did you come for anything else, Amelia?” he asks, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“No,” I reply, scrambling off his thighs and hastily pulling down my shirt. Being still damp from the spilled liquid, it offers little cover, leaving my hardened nipples visible to his gaze.
“Good. You can change into one of the shirts in my closet before you leave,” he says casually, reaching for the bottle of whiskey I had pushed away earlier and pouring himself a drink. I open my mouth to protest, but the words die on my lips as realization sinks in. He freaking punished me for stopping him earlier. He turned me on and left me unsatisfied.
I glare at him as he casually sips his drink, frustration surging through my chest. I wish, more than anything right now, that I weren’t so sensitive to his touch. If I weren’t, he wouldn’t be able to punish me like this. Turning away, I stomp my feet on the ground with each step toward his closet, his chuckle only adding fuel to my frustration.
“I will get you back, Nickolas,” I mutter under my breath, vowing to exact revenge for his actions today. Pausing on my way out, I turn to face him by his desk. There’s another reason I came here tonight.
“Thank you for saving my life,” I say, meeting his gaze as he pauses from reading the papers in front of him. He stares at me for a moment before nodding in acknowledgment. With his shirt draped over my body and the remainder of his handy work still lingering between my legs, I stride out of the room. I need to get Nickolas back for leaving me unsatisfied for the second time. I felt him hard against my ass while sitting on his thighs, so two can definitely play this game, and I couldn’t be more excited to begin.