Page 35 of Bully Wolf's Nanny
He had cut her off with a searing kiss, almost bruising with its force. She gasped as he invaded her mouth, claiming it as his own, fingers tightening around her wrists and hard body pressing her down into the couch.
“Never fucking say that again,” he snarled, pulling back, “I’m not fucking joking. You are perfect. You always have been. Anyone who says otherwise is a fucking idiot.”
“You said otherwise,” she said, unable to stop the words coming out of her mouth.
His eyes clouded over, another rumbling growl erupting from his chest. He was beautiful in his savagery, the refined lines of his aristocratic face so at odds with his mercurial rage. Dark tendrils of hair escaped the confines of its careful styling, falling forward over his crystal blue eyes. He was like some Greek God, some version of Hades sent to drag her down to hell.
“My point stands,” he said. “I was a fucking idiot.”
Her eyebrows shot up in shock. “B-but…you said…at the time…you said…”
“Forget what I said then,” he growled, “everything I said was bullshit. Pure and utter bullshit, Daisy.”
He must have seen the hesitance in her eyes, because with a growl he released her hands, and with a speed and strengthonly possible for a shifter, flipped her onto her belly, his hands making short work of the remainder of her dress.
She squealed as he bent over her, hard muscles pressed against her back. He was so huge, he dwarfed her entirely. Shivers ran down her spine as his arms braced either side of her, one of his feet on the floor, allowing him to press every inch of his powerful body into hers.
This was different to the first, and only, time they had slept together. He was older now, more dangerous. And yet she still felt like the same nervous girl. She hadn’t slept with anyone since him, too busy looking after Thea and scraping together a living for them. If she had been intimidated by his experience before, it was nothing compared to now. He had complete control, and she was entirely at his mercy.
And yet somehow, she didn’t care. She trusted him.
“Fine,” he continued, pressing kisses into the soft skin of her back, “perhaps you don’t believe my words. So I guess I’ll have to show you.”
His weight disappeared, and she strained to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing, only to fall forward with a squeal of shock as he hoisted her hips upwards into the air. The lace of her panties was pulled tight against her before being ripped clean off, exposing her to the cool night air.
She wriggled in surprise, and he stilled her with one commanding hand pressed between her shoulder blades. “Stay still,” his voice dripped with pure sin. “There’s my good girl.”
The words, so elegant, so richly decadent, sent clenching desire straight to her core. Her hands scrabbled for purchase against the couch, her breathing fast as her swollen lower lips moistened in anticipation. Embarrassment at her exposurewarred with her crushing desire to feel his hands on her skin, her thighs trembling with need.
And then, she felt his breath against that most intimate part of herself, and barely had time to prepare before his tongue swept through her folds, curling against her hypersensitive flesh. She groaned at the contact, head falling down, keening her desire for him as the strokes of his tongue became bolder. It curled against her throbbing clit before dipping into her, alternating between every sensitive, touch-starved part of her, until she felt a familiar coil tightening in her belly.
“Please,” she begged, near sobbing with the power of the pleasure he was giving her, “please, please!”
“Please, what?” His voice was gruff against her skin, dark with desire, sending fresh curls of pleasure through her limbs.
“Please, Nicolas, I’m so close!”
“There’s no need for us to hurry.” The words were spoken with a cruel delight, punctuated with pointed curls of his tongue against her clit, hard enough to keep her close to that delicious precipice, but not hard enough to send her tumbling over into sweet oblivion. “We’ve got all the time in the world. And I intend to savor this.”
Daisy moaned in irritation, grinding her hips backwards into him, desperate for him to finish what he started.
He chuckled, low and seductive, and the vibration of it against her was nearly enough to push her over the edge. “Needy girl.”
“Nicolas, please,” she begged, trying to push herself up. He tutted and pushed her back into the couch with a firm hand, his fingers replacing his tongue, pumping agonizingly slowly into her.
“Don’t even think about misbehaving,” he said, grasping the globes of her ass, giving it a gentle smack, “or I might be forced to punish you.”
“You’re already punishing me,” she nearly wept, bucking backwards.
He leaned down again, fingers resuming their infuriating motion deep inside her. “Are you going to be good?” he whispered, curling against a delicious spot deep within her.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?” he purred.
“Yes, sir! I’m going to be good, sir!”
“I’m very glad to hear it,” he said, and she could hear the triumphant grin in his voice. She didn’t have the chance to turn back and confirm it before he resumed his ministrations, his tongue moving against her clit with greater urgency. It only took a few laps to get her back to the edge, so tightly wound was she, and then only a few more to snap that coil entirely.
