Chapter 61

Nicholas was sound asleep, his breathing slow and steady, but the woman next to him was wide awake and familiar. I noticed her almost immediately. She had been at the house before, sitting in his bed, in his bedroom.

I grabbed her wrist before she could move any closer to him. As much as I didn't want to admit, Sheryl was right.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned her as we stepped out of the room. My hand went to the door knob as I closed the door behind me.

"A girl can be curious, can't she?" Talia said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. She wasn't intimated by me in the slightest. Her eyes flickered over me, over my body before she met my gaze again. "I guess not anymore."

"Yes. Not anymore. I better don't see you around him, or me." My teeth clenched as I spoke, trying to control my rising answer.

Her lips straightened into a thin line before she nodded and tugged her hand away me. "Not the wisest decisions to bring the alpha here, especially now that he has mated with you. You have no idea what the girls have been talking about."

"And I don't want to know."

She shrugged and walked away, her hips swaying as she moved. I watched her go into her room before I opened the door of mine and stepped inside. There was no way in hell I would let any woman near Nicholas, whether he had fucked them or not. That wasn't the point either way.

In the silence, the weight of the night pressed upon me. I closed the door behind and glanced at Nicholas who was soundlessly still asleep. My heart ached with love and possessiveness as I watched him sleep. I had spent so many days without him and they were all terrible.

Each one of them.

After locking the door, I headed into the bed and slid under the covers. The voices of the girls in the rooms nearby made its way to my ears. I didn't want to concentrate on what they were talking or whether there was any truth in Talia's words.

My body pressed against Nicholas' warmth. He stirred in his slip, his arm instinctively wrapping around me, pulling me closer. I couldn't help but smile at the simple yet intimate gesture that even in his sleep, I had consumed his dreams and thoughts.

His fingers slipped through my hair, shuffling between the strands before I heard his breathing quicken.

"Where had you been?" He asked, his voice low as he was still in his sleep, slowly stirring to life.

"Just here." I whispered back and my hand pressed against his chest, hoping that his injuries had healed.

"I can smell your jealousy." His words were playful, yet there was a hint of concern hidden beneath the teasing tone. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, searched my face, as if trying to read my unspoken thoughts as I leaned back in surprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I quickly covered the concern over my face and rose up, sitting straight on the bed. "You still might be in pain, so you've no idea what you're saying or what's happening—"

Following my exact movements, he rose up and placed his hand against my mouth before I could finish. "Don't tell I'm delusional, devil." His eyes searched mine for the truth.

Swallowing hard, I shook my head, trying to mask my jealousy with a playful smile. "I'm not jealous," I protested, my voice little more than a whisper. "There was just a girl here before I came and I got a bit alarmed. That is all."

His fingers traced my cheek gently while a smile stretched over his mouth. "I don't think so that is all."

I shifted my gaze away from him and sighed. "Fine. I was jealous—I'm jealous, and it's because you've slept with that girl longer than you've slept with me. And I think that's unsettling." I admitted, the words tumbling out of me in a rush.

"It's the past—"

My thoughts got the best of me and I interrupted him before he had the chance to finish. "What were you doing when I wasn't here in the past few weeks?" I cocked a brow at him and continued, "I know you have a big fat appetite and there's a lot of temptation around, isn't there? Especially here."

His amused chuckle filled up the room, but it didn't ease the tension in my head. "You don't trust me?"

"I don't know. You sent me away and I still don't know what to think of that."

His chuckle receded into silence and his features softened, his eyes revealing a glimmer of regret. "I sent you away for your protection, not to have other women while you were gone. It wasn't easy for me, but it had to be done. You had seen what has happened, you had seen the danger I've put you in and I couldn't lose you." He finished, his voice holding truth, pleading.

Sheryl was getting into my head. I couldn't let that happen. Not right now. Not when there was chaos spreading around the town.

"I'm sorr—"

My apology was cut off as Nicholas raised his head and swooped in, capturing my lips with his. His fingers traced the curve of my jaw and mouth parted, inviting him in. The kiss stole my breath away, yet somehow I found myself yearning for more. The taste of him was intoxicating, especially now that I had my wolf.

My buried heat and his big fat appetite rose something primal between us. His hands roamed my body, stirring a fire within me. I delved into each caress, each touch as if I had been deprived of it for long.

Maybe I had been.

I rose up and placed my leg down on the side of his torso before straddling him down with my hips. His grip tightened around my waist as he guided me over his growing thickness, the heat of his body melding with mine.

Suddenly, he pulled back and held my jaw in his hand before meeting my gaze. The desire within his eyes slowly began to fade and replace with confusion.

"You turned." His brows furrowed.

I leaned back in, wanting more of him before the moment passed, before we began thinking about everything happening. "Yes, yes, I did."

My hips lowered onto his thickness and the surprise in his eyes turned into a predatory gleam as he looked up at me. A low growl escaped his lips and the desire returned. My mouth neared his for another passionate kiss and he gave in. Our tongues tangled with both desperation and need.

My fingers searched for the buttons of his shirt and as soon as I found them, I began undoing them. His shirt fell open, revealing his muscles. I leaned back, glancing at his chest and whether he was still hurt. But he wasn't. He had healed and the silver didn't leave any mark on him.

Nothing.

My hands roamed over his chest, tracing each line, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. His hands mirrored my actions, finding the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head in a swift movement. I was left bare to his gaze, and I reveled in the look of pure desire in his eyes.

Only growing.

He traced a fingertip over the curve of my breath and a shiver ran down my spine.

So long.

As my hips ground over his, he grabbed the back of my neck and turned me over on the small bed before placing his mouth on mine. A loud yet mumbled moan escaped my throat while my legs went around his torso, wrapping and locking him between my legs. My body felt as if it was on fire, every nerve ending burning as Nicholas moved over me.

Each touch was like a brand, marking me as his, and only his. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, my fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.

"Nicholas." I gasped, my voice a desperate whisper against his lips.

He slid one hand down, past my waist and into the pants I wore. My breath hitched as his fingers traced a path of fire down my belly before slipping between my thighs, straight at my core.

"Shh." He whispered, entering his fingers into my heated core.

My hands clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his solid muscles as I writhed beneath him. A jolt of pleasure shot through me as his fingers delved deeper. I moaned louder, filling the silence I had been in for long.

His mouth found mine again, swallowing my gasps and moans as his fingers worked their magic. Wetness dripped down and covered his fingers as he pulled them out and rubbed my clit.

His free hand came around my throat, wrapping tightly as he pulled back. "I need you to be quiet, devil. There are many people here and we don't want them to hear."

A breathless chuckle escaped me at his remark.

"I think everyone here should enjoy a little exhibitionism."

He paused, a look of surprise crossing his face, quickly replaced by a wicked grin. "Oh?" He replied, "You want to give those women I've fucked a show?"

His hand on my neck tightened, but my smile deepened. "Mhm."

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