As soon as I felt his sharp canines pierce my skin, I screamed, the unexpected pain catching me off guard.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I fought to push him off me, but it was useless. His hold on me was firm as if he’d trapped a prey; he had no intention of letting go.
“N–Nicholas!” I shouted, struggling beneath him. But despite my frantic attempts to break free, I couldn’t push him off.
“Keep still, little Omega,” he muttered through the bite, coldly.
“Nicholas, you son of a–” but my words were cut short as he pulled back from the bite and began lapping the wound with his tongue, nice and slow. The feeling sent a shiver through me, causing my heart to spike. The intimacy and the possessiveness in his touch, I had to admit, felt good as hell.
When he finally pulled away, hi
