I went for his throat, fighting to sink my teeth into him, but he kicked at me with his hind legs and sent me flying across the dirt. In a matter of seconds, he was above me, intent on pinning me beneath him. Desperate for the upper hand, I let him get close and bit his nose.
He yelped, and in a moment of disorientation I rolled him, pinned him, and sank my canines into the fur of his neck. Blood spurted into my mouth and I growled out in warning. If he didn't stop, if he didn't submit, there'd be much more bloodshed.
Namely, his.
Finally, Nikolas went still beneath me, breath coming in quick, harsh pants. I eased my hold on his throat, but when he started to move, I clamped down again.
Nikolas heaved a sigh and turned his head, giving me his throat. I grunted in satisfaction and licked at his wounds, savoring the taste of his blood. He rolled beneath me, shoving his ass up against my belly. I mounted him, humping against his ass, spreading my scent through his fur.
It wasn't all about sex.
Sometimes, it was a matter of marking territory. Of claiming what was mine. But Nikolas didn't think that way . couldn't think that way. For him, it was just about the sex.
I leaned up and nipped his ear. "Shift."
We'd fucked in wolf-form several times in recent months, but tonight, I wanted his skin, his kiss, his touch. I shifted as he did, and soon there was nothing between us but skin. I licked a long line down his spine, savoring the taste of him and sweat and blood.
I held my hand at his lips. "Spit."
He did, and I smeared his ass with it and then lined my cock up at his hole. "Ready?"
"Just fuck me, already."
I pushed into him, fighting past that tight ring of resistance. If it was anyone else, I'd have been afraid of hurting them. But Nikolas was different. He liked the stretch and the burn and the feel of nothing but skin and spit between us.
When I finally slid inside him, he groaned and shuddered, going completely still. "Oh, that's good, princess."
I pulled out a little and pushed back in. "Lie on your back."
"Why? You need to see who you're fucking?"
"Oh, I know." I nipped his shoulder, bleeding him a little with my fangs. "Just want to see your face."
He was quiet for a moment, but nodded. "All right."
Nikolas wiggled and turned onto his back. He gave me a look that said he wanted to ask if I was happy now, but he refrained from being that much of a smartass. I spread his legs apart and rubbed the head of my cock against his hole, letting just the head push into him before pulling away.
"Goddamn it, if you don't fuck me." I pushed into him in one hard thrust and he dropped his head back, eyes going back in his head. "Oh, fuck!"
"Stop being so fucking pushy," I whispered, nuzzling at his neck.
He bared that muscled neck for me and I sank my fangs in, sipping from him as I fucked him. His hands slid over my hips and moved up my back, fingers shifting into claws. Pain hit sharp and beautiful, just as a wave of pleasure went through me.
"More," he cried after a few minutes. I wasn't sure whether he meant for me to fuck him harder or bite him more, so I did both. "Fuck! That's not exactly what I meant, but oh-fuck-me-don't-stop."
I would have grinned, had I not had my fangs buried in his throat. It was rare that I could send him into babbled, run-together words when we fucked, but I took great pleasure in the times that I did.
I let my shields down completely, letting my wolf come just to the surface. I stopped feeding from him and kissed him. He caught my face between his clawed hands and pushed his tongue between my lips, kissing me back, hard, deep, as if trying to taste every bit of his blood that lingered.
Every muscle in his body tensed and he let out an honest to God whimper. I wedged one hand between us and wrapped my hand around his prick, jerking him off as I thrust into him, letting my thumb graze the underside of his dick over and over again.
He tightened around me so much that I could do nothing but push deep and keep jerking him off, letting him ride his orgasm to the finish. In a matter of seconds, he shot, hot, sticky, and wet all over my fingers. The scent of his come and the feel of him shuddering beneath me sent me over and I jerked, coming inside of him in a hot rush.
I looked down at him and felt a joy so deep, so pure, that it made me ache. Nikolas' gaze locked with mine and there was a moment where my own emotions reflected in his eyes. It was gone in a matter of seconds, and he nudged me as if afraid I'd start pouring my heart out to him.
"Better shift so we can head back. Ground's hell on bare feet."
I rolled off him and onto the ground, lying on my back so I could gaze up at the night sky. I pulled my hair up and made sure it rested on my arms instead of the ground. If not, I'd end up with nine kinds of crap in my hair and it'd look like a family of rats had made a home in my brown locks.