She crossed the room to him and he handed her a glass of wine. Nerves got the better of her, and she gulped it down as if it were water and she a parched man in a desert.
Garth grinned more. “I like a woman who can hold her spirits.”
Instantly, heat flared up her neck. “I’m nervous.”
“You don’t have to be. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to have happen, okay?” The concern in his green gaze moved her and helped to calm her nerves slightly.
She nodded.
“You don’t have much of a Southern accent. It’s faint and barely there,” he observed. “Are you from Georgia?”
“I am. Correction, mostly.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I wasn’t born here. I came to live here when I was nearly four. That’s when my uncle, on my mother’s side, was given custody of me. Before you ask, I don’t know what happened to my parents above the fact they passed away. He did mention that I’m named after someone close to him. I trust my uncle enough that if he feels I need to know the details, he’ll tell me. As for my accent, I never really developed one. It’s funny…with how thick my uncle’s Greek accent is, I’m probably very lucky I didn’t develop a Southern accent mixed with a Greek one. That would have been something to hear.”
Garth inclined his head and looked back at the pictures on the mantel. “I take it the other woman in these is your roommate.”
“Yep. That’s Clara.”
“It’s clear to see the two of you are close,” he returned.
“We’ve known each other for what feels like all our lives. She’s like a sister to me. I’m an only child.”
“Lucky,” he said partially under his breath before he took another sip of wine.
“Let me guess, you and your sibling don’t get along?” she asked.
He stiffened. “That is putting it mildly. There are days it feels like my brother and I might kill each other.”
She laughed. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
He didn’t answer.
“Are the two of you close in age?”
He nodded. “Very.”
“What about you? Where are you from?” she asked.
He hesitated a bit and then glanced at her. “Let’s go with Sweden.”
“Now who’s the odd one?”
Garth’s gaze collided with hers, and any reservation she might have had about giving herself to the man vanished. Nothing but need remained.
He reached out slowly, his fingers coming just shy of touching the silkscreen print of the Viking on her shirt. “You know this isn’t historically accurate.”
She bit her lower lip as his finger grazed her breast. “Then I should remove it at once.”
He flashed a dashing white smile and set his wineglass on the mantel. “Great idea.”
Chapter Ten
Garth stared down at Nicolette and felt like he was in his late teens or early twenties rather than the age he was. She made him feel young and alive. In addition, she kept his dick in a constant state of erection. If he was around her longer than four hours, he’d need to call James for some medical advice. That was the last call he wanted to make.
Strike that.
Calling Auberi for medical assistance was the very last call he wanted to make.
As Nicolette stepped closer, Garth found himself getting lost in her blue gaze. For a split second he thought of Auberi again and stiffened. If that vampire managed to ruin the moment for Garth and he wasn’t even near him, Garth would fly back and nail the asshole’s coffin shut.
Nicolette’s cool palm came to a rest on Garth’s bare chest. “I was going to get a shirt for you. I forgot.”
“No,” he corrected, drawing her closer. “You were going to take off your shirt since it’s not historically accurate. Remember?”
Just then, Nicolette reached down and stunned him by pulling her T-shirt over her head, exposing her upper body. He’d wanted it to happen but didn’t think it would.
All thought, all reason left Garth as his cock reacted violently to the sight of the blue lace bra she wore that cupped pale globes of perfection.
He grabbed for the mantel with one hand, worried if he didn’t take a second to collect himself that he’d fuck the living hell out of her. That couldn’t be. As a supernatural male, he could hurt her without meaning to. Humans were fragile. He needed to compose himself and gain something close to control before he dared to touch her.
Focus. Be calm. Be one with the calm. Be one with the…fuck, her nipples are getting hard.
As Nicolette grinned wickedly and unsnapped the button of her jeans, all of Garth’s good intentions fell by the wayside. One singular thought consumed him.
Fuck her.
A growl broke free as he grabbed her to him, careful to mind his strength as he did.
A tempting smile splashed over her face a second before she went to her tiptoes and kissed him with so much passion that he couldn’t get undressed fast enough. He undid his jeans and looked down at Nicolette standing before him.
She was a vision of beauty.
A fucking goddess.
And she was about to be his.
Mine.
The thought jarred him, but he brushed away any concerns he had. The serum was giving him issues. There was no more to it than that. The odds of Nicolette being his mate were insanely low.
Breathe in and out calmly and then make her cry out your name.
His inner mantra gave him a confidence boost. He could handle this, even with the drugs in his system. After all, he was hardly a young pup. Bedding women was old hat. He totally had this.
Nicolette took hold of the top of his jeans and kneeled, easing them down, freeing his cock. Her cheek brushed his sensitive flesh as she continued to work his pants off him. Her cheek against his shaft nearly did him in. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure he had a handle on anything at all.
As he stepped out of his jeans and saw her on her knees, he knew he was in deep. Too deep to pull back now. And he didn’t want to retreat. He wanted to surge forward, at full mast, the wind at his back as he conquered the woman with him, being every bit the Viking he was born to be.
She wet her lips and looked up at him, a hungry expression on her face. “If you tell me you can morph into a wolf, I’m going to think the scary-movie gods were listening in on a private conversation.”
Morph into a wolf?
She knew of shifters?
The knowledge surprised him, as most humans knew nothing of the sort. She didn’t look afraid of him. If anything, she looked turned on by the idea of what he was.
Reaching down, he touched her cheek and nodded. “Yes. I can turn into a wolf.”
“Uh-huh. Later you can show me.” She grinned and waggled her brows playfully before she took hold of his cock and began to stroke him.
Garth’s entire body tensed as pleasure shot through him at her very touch. The woman had magik hands. Plus, she knew what he was. Could the night get any better? Part of him knew he owed Auberi a thank you for whatever he’d slipped him in the serum. The other part hoped Auberi got a batch of bad blood and dropped over even deader than normal.
Less thought of asshole, more thought of…sweet Odin, her mouth is pure bliss.
Garth’s cock jerked in Nicolette’s hot mouth. She’d wasted no time easing her lips over the head of his dick. As she took him deeper into her mouth, he trembled, holding on by a thread. The woman was going to make him come and she’d only just started. That had never happened before. He most certainly did not want it to happen now. He wanted to spend the entire night in her, not losing his load every time she made contact with his cock.
She eased her mouth from his cock and used her tongue to flick back and forth over his frenulum. Each swipe of her tongue over the sensitive area of his cock head made Garth jerk in place. He’d never seen a sight more erotic in his life than her there, staring up at him, a twinkle of mirth in her blue eyes as she drove him mad with each movemen
t she made. The beauty knew the power she had over him. He could see it there in the depths of her gaze. And somehow that revelation only made the entire thing more enticing, more erotic.
He let out a strangled, soft cry of pleasure as he stroked her smooth cheek. “Beauty, that feels so good.”
She nipped playfully at his cock, careful to avoid actually getting his flesh with her teeth. Even if she had caused a bite of pain, he’d have still liked it. As a wolf-shifter, a little pain and biting during sex was hot as fucking hell. Garth smoothed Nicolette’s hair back from her face and savored the image she presented. It was one he’d never tire of. One he could look at for a thousand more years, easily.
The next he knew, he was speaking in his native tongue, telling her exactly how beautiful she was, how he’d never in all his days seen a woman such as her, and how already she’d captured his warrior heart.
He’d have panicked about the proclamation, but he understood his response to her was born out of whatever Auberi had given him. Even so, it was hard to deny just how amazing it was to have Nicolette sampling his flesh.
As she took more of his shaft into her mouth, Garth’s self-control, which had already been nearly nonexistent, shattered. His ball sac drew up tight and he exploded in one embarrassingly awesome fell swoop. He growled out in both frustration and completion as his seed jetted forth from him in rhythmic spurts—one after another.
Nicolette kept her mouth on his cock, swallowing what he offered before drawing back and looking up at him. Her expression was innocent, like she didn’t understand what she’d done, but he knew better. Talent like that wasn’t something that came without experience.
That made his breath catch. Exactly how much experience did she have pleasing a man orally?
His wolf, which had been ready to curl up and nap after an amazing orgasm, stirred to life once more. A low growl built in him as he thought about Nicolette with other men.
Mine.
Garth jolted slightly. He was so going to kill Auberi the next time he saw him.
“Garth?” asked Nicolette as she blinked up at him. She held his cock and planted a tender kiss on the end of it. “Was that okay?”
Okay? It was the best he’d ever had. He only wished he could have held out longer to enjoy it more. It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize for coming so fast but the sight of her there, on her knees, in jeans and a bra, was far too tempting for him to resist. He bent and lifted her quickly, making her breath catch in the process. “Bedroom or right here?”
She nodded in the direction of the staircase.
He hurried to it and carried her up the stairs. She pointed to a door and he went to it. As he opened it, a familiar scent hit him. He stiffened and squeezed her tight.
Too tight, from the sound of her tiny cry.
Garth released her fast and set her on his feet as he stared around her room, looking for the source of the scent. One he knew as well as he knew his own smell. After all, the scent belonged to his twin brother.
One second the scent of Grid was there, and then it was gone, replaced with the scent of strawberries and powdered sugar—of Nicolette.
Garth’s wolf surged up. It wanted to be sure the woman was safe, and his brother was not a threat. It also wanted something else from Nicolette. Something far more than just sex.
It wanted to mark her as his.
To claim her.
Fucking Auberi and his meddling.
He couldn’t worry about that now. First, he needed to deal with Grid. His brother couldn’t be permitted near the female. Garth knew in that second, he would die to protect the woman he was with. To hell with the fact he barely knew her. She was his—and no one touched his woman.
Mine?
That damn word haunted him again, yanking him from his focus on his brother’s scent.
Nicolette put her back to Garth, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, and then tipped her head. She stared at her open bedroom window. “I know I shut that before I went downstairs. I heard thunder, and I checked to be sure it was closed all the way.”
“What was closed?” asked Garth, concern moving through him.
“Yes. But it’s been popping open lately. I need to call someone to look at it and the back door.”
He went to the window and looked out at the night. There was nothing there. Had he imagined his brother’s scent?
Was the serum fucking with his senses that much?
“Garth?”
His focus returned to Nicolette as she reached behind her and undid her bra. The second it slid down her arms and onto the floor, all of Garth’s worries and concerns fell away with it.
Nicolette turned to face him, and he soaked in the sight of her bare breasts. He didn’t remember walking towards her, but he was suddenly there, standing in front of her, his large hands cupping her breasts. He bent and planted a chaste kiss between the soft mounds on his way down her body. It was his turn to remove her jeans and unwrap the prize inside.
When he saw matching navy-blue panties, he couldn’t help but grin. The woman was amazing.
Garth took his time, inching her jeans down her legs slowly. He skimmed his fingers over her hot skin and did his best to restrain himself as he eased her socks off and then her jeans.
He stared up the length of her, noting just what a vision she was standing there in nothing but sexy panties. Garth leaned in and inhaled her womanly scent, committing it to memory before he slid her panties aside and buried his face in her mound. She kept a neatly trimmed triangle of hair there, and the feel of it against his stubble-covered face drove him wild. Unlike some men, Garth preferred his woman to have hair there. He kept her panties pushed to the side as he parted the folds of her pussy. He slid his tongue in and over her clit.
Odin above, the woman tasted like forbidden fruit. Never again would he look at strawberries and powdered sugar the same way again.
Nicolette cried out and grabbed the top of Garth’s head to keep from falling.
He chuckled into her pussy, loving the smell and taste of it. The woman was divine in more ways than one. And right now, she was before him like an offering. One he could not refuse.
He licked her swollen bud again, drawing more gasps of pleasure from her. When he inserted a finger into her tight, wet channel, she bucked against him, showing him what she needed. He liked that. Liked a woman who knew what she wanted and demanded it.
He gave it to her, dipping his finger in and out of her before adding his tongue to the mix. Still, he kept her panties on her, liking the erotic picture it painted.
She gripped the top of his head tighter as her inner thighs began to quiver. Garth didn’t stop. No. He kept flicking his tongue over her clit as he pushed his finger in and out of her.
Nicolette cried out and tried to push his head away from her mound.
Garth stayed put and sucked gently on her clit.
She exploded and then fell into his arms, her legs giving out on her.
He caught her and grinned before laying her out on the floor and easing over her. He knew there was a bed close, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait another second to be in her.
She apparently felt the same way, because she opened her legs for him. She dug her nails into his forearms, her body still jerking slightly from the aftermath of her orgasm. “Hurry.”
Garth took hold of his cock and lined up with her heated entrance. Every ounce of him wanted to ram in at full strength and fuck her fast and hard. He didn’t dare. Instead, he eased the head of his cock into her, parting her nether lips and watching in satisfied bliss as the pink folds of her pussy enveloped his shaft. He moved with painful slowness, giving her tight body time to adjust to the size of his shaft.
Nicolette dug her fingernails into his forearms, drawing blood in the process. “Garth. Please!”
He gritted his teeth as he continued to slowly push into her. Finally, he was nearly all the way in, but since there was no more room to go, that was it.
Garth pounded into her, filling her past the brink of comprehension. She bucked against him, giving as good as she got. In truth, she was thrusting harder than him even. How was she not hurt?
He had a second to worry about it when she clawed harder at his arms, making his wolf stir and want to join in the play.
Garth held tight to the beast and in the process, lost control of his thrusts. He pummeled her, diving deep into her body, drawing pleasure from each stroke.
Nicolette cupped his face and tugged.
He lowered his head and their lips met.
Fireworks exploded as their tongues united. He tweaked his movements slightly and she gasped in his mouth, her legs tightening around his waist. It was then he knew his cock was stroking her pleasure point. He broke the kiss partially and kept drilling into her. “That’s it, beauty. Take what you want from me. Show me how you like it.”
She rotated her hips under him and each movement sent him closer to the edge of culmination. Confusion coated her face, and then her eyes widened. “You’re bleeding. I scratched you open!”
Garth smiled down at her, knowing he’d never see anything again that was as glorious as her lying there, black hair fanning out around her, her upper body flushed, nipples hard and lips swollen from their kiss.
“Garth,” she whispered, her pussy clenching his cock. “I scratched you open.”
“Shh, beauty. It’s fine. It will heal.”
She began to protest again, and he caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and licking the blood from it. The entire time he kept moving in and out of her, their gazes locked.
He reached down and touched her lower lip, dragging his thumb across it. Nicolette grabbed his hand with her own and took his thumb into her mouth, as well as part of her bloody finger. She sucked—and it felt as if the world exploded around him.
Garth’s entire body tensed as his wolf reared up.
Panic assailed him, and he wanted to pull out and put distance between himself and Nicolette. The fear of harming her was great. But that wasn’t what happened. No. Instead, he growled and began fucking her so hard that he wasn’t sure how he didn’t break her.
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