5. Genevieve

The soft click of the door clicking shut is the only sound for several seconds. When a second clunk rings out, I realise he has locked it too. That simple fact makes my pulse rocket up another notch. /He’s staying/ Priya murmurs excitedly. 

My eyes drink him in, as he unclasps his black cloak and casually throws it onto the dark blue sofa. He’s wearing thick black leather riding boots, tight around his huge calves. Black pants wrapping his solid thighs before skimming inwards to his toned waist. 

The waist that I knew contained a perfect, sculpted torso. The memory of me licking in and out of the dips and rises last time we were in a room together bounced into my vision like a camera flash. Every step of his boots clumped heavily on the wooden floor as he headed towards me.

“So…you’re back then?”

“For now.” His voice was deep and gravelly, all the authority of an Alpha. Priya was pushing to the forefront, I knew my green eyes would have pink flecks in, unable to hide the fact I was absorbed in staring at him.

  

“Where were you?”

“You don’t need to know,” he snapped and as his eyes blatantly roamed my body, I felt my nipples harden. His gaze sent waves of heat across my skin and between my legs as I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.

“Nikolai…what…” my words vanished as he stepped again. Moving out of my eyeline he passed around the side of me. I will not be invisible.  My hands fly to my hips in irritation. “What is going on? You can’t just vanish and leave me! I’m your mate-”

Then from behind I felt his hands land on my hips. The thin white cotton of my dress was barely any barrier to the heat of his hands. I let out a gasp but kept facing forward. Soon his spiced, warm scent flooded over me as his fingers gripped my sides tightly.

“My wolf's mate, yes,” he rasped, so close I felt his breath on my bare shoulder. Every nerve tingled, the sensation of his hands on my body was making my hands start to tremble. “Your wolfs…meaning what?”

“That this…us is just an animal, basic need. The mate bond is between our wolves alone.”

“You mean this is just…What! Why did you approach me at the ball then?!”

My pulse raced as I searched for the right words. He feels nothing for me. Nikolai the man, the person holding me this instant feels nothing? He is too cruel, too hurtful to be believed.

“If you keep talking I’ll walk straight back out. Now keep facing forward." 

His voice commanded me sternly before a warm breath landed on my upper shoulder. Immediately followed by soft lips and a hint of stubble. Hot and lingering on my bare skin I couldn’t help my nerves going into overdrive. 

My mouth clamped shut as his lips moved ever so slightly against my skin. The flimsy strap of my white cotton material of my nightgown stopped his lips from progressing further.

“Now Genevieve, I won’t lie, my wolf craves what is his…” 

"My wolf thinks you're an ass," I managed to say before succumbing to a sigh of desire.

"My wolf wants you to scream my name," he growled huskily.

Blunt and to the point. There was no point denying the fact.

His mouth moving against my shoulder as he spoke, combined with the rough stubble of his chin made me dizzy with desire. Dozens of questions brimmed inside me. What the hell was up with you at the funeral, why did you disappear the morning after my parents were found? What secrets are you keeping?

“I want… you can’t just show up like this…I want to know what is going on…” I murmured softly. His fingers, roughened from travelling glanced against mine, hanging by my hips. Still unable to see him I could only try to keep my breathing normal as his touch slowly travelled up my forearms. 

I closed my eyes as he continued, lightly tracing up my upper arms to softly rest on the straps of my dress.

“Do you really?” he murmured, another soft kiss landing on my lower neck and to my embarrassment I let out a little whimper of desire. “Or do you want to feel what our mate bond is actually intended for?”

“Which is what? I don’t think you know anything about the mate bond, considering you just left me here,” I hissed. My mind became so fogged in his spicy scent and Priya’s begging to spin around that I had no sense left. 

“I’m here to take care of you,” his voice getting lower, grittier as his fingers toyed with my nightdress. 

“Like at the funeral?” I snapped bitterly, I couldn’t help it.

“No. That’s what your family and friends are for. That’s the last question I’m allowing. Or I leave. Don’t test me”

I scoffed under my breath yet subconsciously realised I was leaning into Nikolai’s body. I wanted to feel more of him, I wanted him to be real. That these addictive lips and fingertips were attached to the real man.

“I can give you answers Genevieve. But then I’m out of here. Or…I can allow my wolf to worship you,” he whispered. This time his fingers moved the straps of my dress over my shoulders. 

Letting go they fluttered to the ground, along with the rest of the material leaving me standing completely naked. Also cascading into oblivion were my questions about dead rogues and the night my parents died.

My arousal was blatant in the air. A desperation for his touch so powerful that when his fingers slid down my arms and back onto my hips again, I tipped my head backwards. Ice and fire at the same time. He wasn't even undressed but being naked in front of him felt electric.

To be so exposed, to be his.

Silently one large hand travelled upwards and cupped my breast. There was too much even for his large hand, the jiggling flesh spilling out as he roughly tweaked my nipple. 

I wanted to kiss him, I wanted his face to  mine. Twisting slightly I was stopped by his large arm coming across my waist, pressing me firmly against him. He was so deliciously real, his huge body against mine.

I got a rough kiss against my neck, the little nip that followed, a warning. It made me shiver even more when combined with his rough stubble. 

He was real. Pressed against his torso I felt the coarse material of his shirt on the bare skin of my back. He was devastatingly, undeniably real and when his hand roughly felt between my legs and found me already soaking for him I gasped.

 “Good girl,” he murmured as he lifted his soaked fingers to my breasts. Using my own wetness he made my nipples harden and shine under the shadowy orange glow of the fire. 

Each time his hand dived in, a finger searching, a thumb rubbing my clit I leaned further into him. “Nikolai,” I groaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Not yet,” he growled, getting rougher, more searching with every dive inside me. 

My breasts were soaking and slipping in his hand with every jerking move he coaxed out of me. I found myself spreading my legs wider, encouraging him. Doing that earned me another rough, nipping kiss from him that made me moan a little louder.

I wanted to be rewarded with those kisses, just hard enough to make me melt. I realised Nikolai was right. The further I sunk into enjoying his touch the more my real-life woes melted away. 

The next time he pushed his fingers inside, I quickly clamped my hand on his, keeping his thick digits inside me, wantonly grinding myself against the palm of his hand.