He quickly stepped out of his pants, as he held her, before they both crashed into a table by the wall, sending silver ornaments and china plates crashing. She gasped as Nick clamped his mouth on her neck, tearing at her gown and throwing the remnants over his shoulder. Nicole sighed delirious curses, curling her fingernails up and down his back as he continued to kiss and lick the skin under her ear just as he spread her legs in front of him.
“Pull my hair…” he said. She did so without a pause or even opening her eyes.
Still as hard as ever, he gripped himself, moved to her clit and proceeded to work the tip in and around it. He teased her opening, dipping himself inside her just enough for her to moan and then, easing himself out, and he used her juices to continue stimulating her clit. With every new jerk of his hair, he knew without having to be told what she liked. He lowered himself slightly, pumping his hips gently, hitting her clit in a controlled yet relentless manner. Her legs quivered, the ankles shook of their own accord and a second later her orgasm hit. Her juices bathed his cock as they kissed yet again, slowly allowing each other’s tongues free reign.
It was here the moment truly touched him. Nicole broke off their kiss to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him. “I love you, so much.”
“Say it again…” he breathed into her neck, kissing her there as he spoke. She did so and he lifted her into his arms again, holding her steady with her legs wrapped around him. She was about to speak, but entering her again caused whatever words she was going to say to stop dead in their tracks. She gave a brief roll of her eyes into the back of her head, biting her lower lip as he slowly filled her again. She leant back, sighing and clutching her breasts as he pumped slowly. She felt weightless in his arms, as he held her up and in place while he pressed his face into her chest, running his tongue between her breasts. His movements were controlled, yet her hair still shook as he brought his pelvis into her over and over. He slid his hand up her chest and gripped her throat. Nicole curled her fingers around his and gave short gasping breaths but her only words were his name. Breathless snippets of it. He caught her open-mouthed reflection in the mirror on the wall as her hair dangled down. Losing oxygen yet her body was close to climax. He could feel it. He also knew because she had let go of his hand and let her hand fall away. Her instinct to safeguard her neck must have disintegrated because she let her hand fall away. Succumbing to pleasure, and to him.
Her whole body jerked and twitched in his arms, and he felt his own pleasure escape her and run down both of their legs. Nick couldn’t stand any longer and just managed to walk back to the bed to sit with her arms and legs still wrapped around him. He was where he wanted to be. With the woman that loved him. With the woman that he loved. Things were different now. They were parents. But just for a brief moment, while Nick rocked her gently, the rest of the world didn’t exist.
*
As dawn broke, more information about the battle came to light. Tynan’s men, the majority of them, were shocked at his use of the Pink Panther which was what they called the deadly gas constructed from the baby’s blood. It had not only killed the majority of Rykard’s men but a dose of Tynan’s too.
Upon seeing its devastation and their leader’s all too readiness to use it and putting his own men at risk, more and more weren’t so ready to fight for him anymore. They had dropped their guns and backed away when Alicia approached while Nick and Talia were inside battling Tynan. Although she said she would never admit it, Lee Nightingale’s blood lust was a sight to behold, and having a vampire with that destructive capability, who couldn’t seem to be killed, certainly helped the speed at which Tynan’s men thought twice about who they would rather follow.
Alicia called Talia and Nick together as brother and sister. They needed to talk amongst themselves. The situation was complicated, but they need to sort out the future and find a solution both could live with. Who would lead? Who would follow?
Nick found himself alone with Talia in the dining room, one of the few rooms in Tynan’s compound not damaged by the battle.
“I am struggling with what to say,” Nick said honestly, sitting down on a bench next to her.
Talia nodded with a small smile. “Me too. I mean I’ve heard about you all my life. Like most kids hear about the Devil. How you were my enemy. And I gotta be honest. I hated you for a long time based on that.”
“If that’s all you knew me to be, I can understand that.”
“I hated our dad too. Wilson. I hated him for preferring you. I hated him for abandoning me, but that was before I realised he didn’t even know I was alive. My thoughts changed pretty quickly. I wondered if he would’ve liked me. If he would’ve seen Alpha potential in me, like he did you. But these are questions I’ll never get answered.”
“I wasn’t his greatest fan either. I hated him for always pushing the Alpha title
