Chapter 8.
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"Mom, I need your help."
"What for, baby? "
"It's Nick. He's marked me but he- he refuses to touch me."
"What? Why?"
"Apparently because I wanted his blood when we first met. I still do, but not as much as before."
Her mother clicked her tongue pitifully at the other end. "I know how you must be feeling right now. You poor thing."
"No, Mom. What can I do?"
"Ahh... I see. Chelsea has this thing. Can you have lunch with me this afternoon?"
"Yes, Mom. Thanks."
"Anytime, baby."
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"Where are you off to?"
"Lunch out with my Mother."
He eyed her for a minute. "Okay."
When she got back later, he was nowhere in sight, giving her a perfect opportunity to carry out her plan. It was just a tiny single leaf. It dissolved the moment it was placed into the drink. She swirled it, poured another drink for herself, and placed both on the tray.
She matched towards his office.
Nick looked up when the door opened. "You're back. How's your dear Mother?"
"She sends her greeting."
He watched as she placed the tray on the table and picked up a glass for herself.
"What does it take for me to get in your good graces?" she began, "I'm begging you, Nick. Please."
"So the drink was some sort of peace offering." He took the other glass and downed it in one gulp.
Skylar looked around the office. It was lovely, tastefully done in black tones that weren't too heavy or dark. It screamed money, class, and more money in a way that wasn't vulgar.
"Eyes on me, Skylar. You were saying something about good graces?"
"Yes, I just... Please. I'm at my wits end on what to do right now."
He stood up and walked around the desk to stop right in front of her. "Don't have time for that now. Maybe later." He toyed with a strand of her hair. "Smells nice. What shampoo?"
A beat pounded in her ears. It was her heart.
"Um, yeah. Sapphire got it for me."
He abruptly placed his nose on the side of her neck.
She waited.
He slid his other hand up and loosened her rough ponytail.
The beat stopped and turned to a siren song.
"Wild Child," He wanted to say more but it was like the words were taken out of his mouth.
Skylar dropped her glass on the table with shaky hands.
He gripped her arms and she found herself in their bedroom and she suddenly did not want to be patient.
As if reading her thoughts, Nick pulled at her and jerked the buttons on her cloth apart.
She retaliated.
Clothes got torn and were hastily thrown aside. Then they lunged at each other, both trembling, but with a strength that didn't allow them to lose grip of each other.
She felt hot and delirious and was more than ready when he slid into her, her walls warm and clenched around him. He gave, she took and wanted more.
She pushed up to meet him halfway, giving and taking, each stroke a piece of paradise.
She came, and a few minutes later he did as well falling away from her but he did not withdraw.
They both waited for a few minutes before they spoke, each catching their breath.
"What are you doing?" she asked when he felt him trying to pull out of her.
"Trying to give you a rest."
"I like it there."
"Hmm." His p***s began to stir again, and he turned to her and began to nibble on her n****e.
Skylar moaned and writhed. It was pure torture and agony.
He sucked on it and bit gently.
"N-Nick," she breathed, "Oh, goddess."
He pushed in and out gently, slowly and all the while not taking his mouth off her. He stroked her face, his fingers roaming here and there and back again - admiring, seducing. He muttered strange words and let out soft moans. She felt almost too good to be true.
Skylar didn't know it could have been any better. But it was. She writhed and twisted and groaned.
"Nick," she gasped for breath. "Oh, Nick,"
He watched her, the emotions flashing across her face. She clung to him, wrapping her legs against him unconsciously, pulling him closer.
Her entire being was in that moment, that moment alone.
A thousand stars burst at the back of her eyes as she came, but he didn't, so she switched their positions and got on top of him.
Nick's body did a little thrum and he held on to her. He moaned, slow and long, as her v****a clamped down on him tight.
"S-S-Skylar. " he whimpered.
She moved up and down on him, slick and wet, in slow, drawn-out moves.
He held on to her hips, the feel and curve of it. Smooth, cool, but hell-fire at the same time. It was mind-blowing, it was painful, it was not of this world.
When they finished, she was curled up beside him, as if to make herself disappear. Nick chuckled and pulled her close so he could raise her head.
"Wild Thing,"
"Stop it. I don't want to look at you."
He kissed her sweaty forehead. "Don't be shy."
"W-was I enough?"
He kissed her again. "You are the human embodiment of being enough."
"No need to lie to me."
"Believe me, Skylar, I wouldn't care to."
She smiled, pleased. Her textbook preparation was worth it after all.
"And you were a virgin," he added softly.
Her toes curled. "Nick."
He rumbled silently again in laughter and nestled her in the crook of his arm. "No need to be shy."
"I'm trying not to be."
"And did you take the minloc leaf, too?"
She jerked. "You knew?"
"As soon as you brought it in."
"But you drank it."
"Yes."
"That means it didn't work?"
Nick laughed. "It takes more than a minloc leaf to get to me."
Skylar turned around, frowning and pouting at him. "How did you know it was there?"
Nick only raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Okay, that was a bit of a stupid question. Blood Alpha, powers, blah, blah, blah. But why did he...
"So you deliberately took it and... and did all these?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because?"
He managed to shrug. "Just because."
"You arrogant ass."
He laughed again.
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