Page 39 of The Red Room

“Holy shit,” he gasps, his body stiffening as blood rushes to his swelling cock.

Breathing goes out the window as I take in his length, letting the tip of him skim the back of my throat uncomfortably. I’m not sure if I can take all of it at once, but every time there’s a grunt or moan coming from Nik I’ve never heard before, I’m more than willing to put my gag reflex up to the challenge. Saliva builds on my tongue, making each head movement glide him down with newfound ease. And with the way he’s fighting the restraints, fingers reaching for me, there’s no doubt he’s reveling in it.

“Natalia,” he says and arches his head back, hair dancing along his bare shoulders.

I only stare at him, looking upward despite the tears filling my eyes. A dark, golden gaze peers back, and although his face twists in an upscale of pleasure, he looks nowhere else but at me. Hand to his thick cock, I stroke and suck, letting my lips meet my curled fist in one smooth motion, quickening my pace. His chest flexes first. Then, his bound arms, showcasing the corded muscles from his forearms to his bicep. Finally, his abdomen. Expanding with each deep breath only to return to its tight, well-sculpted form. God, it’s hot to the touch, but if I have to endure second-degree burns to feel the way it contracts, it’s a small price to pay.

“I’m—”

I continue to slide all of him into my mouth, fast and firm strokes down the length of him while I suck on his sensitive flesh. Another groan, this one louder and more uncontrolled. His stiff jaw line sharpens, and if I have to guess, his molars are seconds away from cracking.Good.Who knows if they will regenerate like the rest of his wounds, but right now, I’m sure it’s the last thing he’s concerned with. No, Nik has the sheer lookof desperation claiming his features. A wordless plea for release. He continues to claw for me, his arms falling useless to the sides.

Power like I’ve never felt surges within me. Unless he can magically break out of those chains and finish the job himself, I’m not stopping until I have every last drop of him. Another head thrust, ensuring my tongue swirls around the tip and down his long shaft filling me.

I rip him out of my mouth and watch him pant for a moment, letting his breathing slow. Fist clasped around the base, I squeeze, feeling another wave of blood pulse through him.

“You want me to keep going?”

Nik closes his eyes, his body throbbing. “Yes.”

“Howl,” I say and spit on his cock, slowly stroking from the tip downward.

He stares at me for a moment, his legs quivering. “What?”

I squeeze him with every ounce of strength my fingers can manage. My lips are wide and ready to plunge all of him to the back of my throat again.

“Howl. For. Me,” I demand, ensuring each sharp syllable gives his swollen flesh another gust of warm breath.

He doesn’t question anything else. Doesn’t question me. Nik howls, a low-guttural sound filling the loft, and if I had to guess, the entire city. It’s terrifying. The sound of pure death shaking the foundation of the club. But for some reason when I hear it now, I’m not afraid. No, there’s a fucked-up part of me that is turned on by it. Instead of cupping my hands over my ears, I wrap my lips and tongue around him in an instant, readying myself to devour him just as he had me. I will taste this man. This werewolf. And he was right about one thing. I am dangerous for him.

Nik’s blood curdling howl reaches a new octave as hot strings of cum shoot down my throat with each flex of his engorged cock. I swallow down as much as I can, leaving bits of him to travel down my lips and chin. It’s warm, but I don’t brush it away. I only stare at the man practically doubling over above me. Nikolai Vostik, the werewolf prince of LA. And when he brings his primal gaze back to mine, I lick what’s left of him off my fingers and give a wicked grin.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” I say, rubbing my palms on his thick thighs. “Dobycha.”

TWENTY

Nik removes oneshackle from his wrist followed by the second, his forearms flexing as each bind is undone. The chains rattle andthumpfon the marble floor, shaking what I’d assume is the entire building under the weight of each heavy restraint. His allure hasn’t changed since he freed himself, no, it’s only tripled when I imagine his unbound hands roaming my body freely. Places he wished to touch now well within reach.

This is ridiculous. He’s a man—well, kind of. And I’m just the person who returned the favor. Me—one, Nik—one. Even trade. He seemed to enjoy it, loving the way I kept our gazes evenly matched—his, a glowing gold, and mine, eager to please. Then, he exploded in my mouth with more cum than I could possibly handle. I wanted to impress him, believe me, I wanted to bea good girl, but holy shit, there still might be some of him streaking the sides of my face and neck. I wipe an arm to my mouth just to be sure.

“Do you all chain yourselves up every full moon?” I ask, breaking the silence of the loft.Great.Another round of questions I can’t seem to help asking. Not something sexy like‘Oh, I enjoyed that,’ or even a ‘How was it?’ No, I opted to question him about how he and his pack spend their evenings when the moon is a dinner plate in the sky.

“No,” he says with a small scoff, kicking the chains into a small bundle near his feet. “Some still prefer the old ways.”

“Old ways?” I say and laugh. “Like attacking small villages?” My giggles lose their flair when his eyes darken. “Oh, shit, you’re serious?”

Nik nods and curls the long hair away from his face. “I’ve been able to keep the wolves here in line without the presence of my father, but it is stillhis pack. I can’t stop him from rewarding their savagery.”

I gape at him, hanging off every word from the couch I can’t seem to peel myself from. “So, the old ways are?”

“More horrible than you could imagine,” he says and adds nothing else.

If the change can make Nik a mindless, bloodthirsty creature, what does that mean for the rest of them? Do they all embrace this ferocious gift from the Vostik bloodline? One werewolf was more than enough for me to keep the lights on at night. An entire pack that doesn’t care to keep their humanity intact? Well, I may never sleep again.

Nik leans over and picks up my camera, pressing different buttons on the LED screen.

Heat blooms in my neck and cheeks. “No,” I say and rush toward him, reaching for his hand. “Those pictures aren’t ready.

He pulls away, keeping me at arm’s length. “Who is this?” he asks, showing the pictures I took of Viktor and the party he brought here. Nik’s brow furrows as he stares at the photo, and when he glances back to me, his eyes fill with contempt.

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