“Don’t you see that it was the right thing to do? Look at all this? Tynan would have been the best ally to have. So what if one baby had to suffer so that so many others could prosper. You have condemned our world to the same destruction as before when we were so close to peace. You charge into your black and white situations without realising our world, like the human world, is not so simple.”
“No, but there is right and there is wrong. Killing for your own gain is wrong.”
“And you can say that when you killed Tobias without a second thought…oh, your new friends don’t know about that, do they? You really think they’ll accept you? That you won’t have to submit for Alicia’s son? Her favourite. That’s your place now. Back to second best simply because you weren’t born first and into privilege. Say and think what you will, but everything I did was to ensure you would never have to submit to anything after Tynan. Now you’re going to throw that all away. Will you kill me? Your own mother. Killing me would further your cause, wouldn’t it?”
Talia took a step back. She knew what Radha was doing but that didn’t make the choice any easier. What type of Alpha did she want to be? What type of person did she want to be. Not the type her mother would approve of. And that type of person would kill Radha right now.
“Go…if I ever see you again, I’ll kill you. That isn’t for my benefit. That isn’t a warning. That is a promise.”
Chapter Forty
We Need To Talk
Nick led Nicole into one of the bedrooms on the upper level. One sporting a generous bathroom, but they never got there. The second the door closed Nicole had wrapped her arms around him, finally free to let go of all her emotions. She cried into his chest and he let her, continuously kissing her forehead and lightly shushing her. “It’s ok…we’re ok…” he whispered.
She looked him over slowly with tears brimming, her lips trembling and touched him softly. “You’re here…it’s really you.”
“I’m here,” he replied softly, running his fingers along her forearms.
“You came all this way…” she said, shaking her head in disbelief yet not taking her gaze of wonderment off him. “You came for me…”
“Why are you so surprised? There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
He touched her face at the same moment he tried to kiss her. In his excitement, he pressed his lips against hers and she hissed. He had accidentally struck her bruised and split lip.
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s ok,” she breathed, bringing herself closer. “Keep going. Please, keep going…”
“Sweetheart, I can’t,” he said, looking over her puffy face where the blood vessels had burst under her cheeks and jaw. He listened carefully to the sound of her blood pulsing through her veins and noticed a huge thump, thump going to her temple, a severe tension headache.
Nick pressed the skin at the back of her neck, and she gave a contented sigh. “That feels so good…”
He waited until she had opened her eyes before he ripped his already tattered shirt off his body. “Please, let me help you,” he said.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
As a reply, he ran two fingernails across his bare chest and let blood ooze out of the wounds. “Drink. . .”
Nicole flicked her eyes down, well, the one eye that could open. She appeared to be hesitating. Thinking. Then she ran her hand through her hair, sweeping it back and moved her mouth towards his chest. It started off as light kisses over the wound. Nick held the back of her head gently. Easing her into it or so he thought. He gasped as he felt her tongue travel the length of his cuts. Her lips pressing against them and sucking. Her fingers scraped his stomach as she tilted her head to and fro, drinking more of him, soft moans escaping from her.
The hand that cradled her head pulled her back to see her open mouthed, breathing heavy and looking deep into his eyes with a hunger he had never seen. She had completely healed. With a push, she sent him to the edge of the bed. Joining him, she whimpered at the effort to keep their tongues in constant contact as she met his mouth with hers. She kissed him with feverish abandon as both her hands worked to unzip him and free his cock in seconds. After kissing down his chest and stomach, in one movement, she was on her knees while holding him with two hands as she deftly sucked the tip of him. She allowed her saliva to run down his shaft, moving her hands out of the way before replacing them to curl her wrists back and forth around his cock.
Nick’s instinct was to close his eyes, but he couldn’t look away. Mesmerised by the sight of her mouth expanding as she lowered her head, taking as much of him as she could, only to rise as she was sucking him and then go down again. It wasn’t just her head that bobbed. Her neck and shoulders shifted, and her whole body moved with her as her mouth enveloped him, hitting the back of her throat over and over until she pushed him even further. Her throat opened for him, allowing him deeper access, as she moved her hands. With one she held the base and with the other, squeezed and fondled his balls just as they emptied. He gave a roaring groan and split the sheets as his
