The Vampire's Assistant(16)

Nikolas’s eyebrows shot up as shock rolled through him. “You knew your stepfather was behind this ransom thing?”

“I suspected,” Jon said as he grabbed the bowl and started mixing again, in fierce powerful strokes. Nikolas started to worry about the batter. “My stepfather is a sleaze. If he could find a way to make money and not break a sweat doing it, he’d sell his own grandmother.”

“Want me to kill him for you?”

Jon’s eyebrow arched, but he didn’t say a word. Nikolas knew Jon wasn’t serious. At least, he hoped he wasn’t serious. Nikolas didn’t go around killing humans if he could help it. On the other hand, he’d do anything for his rajaaka, so if that was what Jon wanted, he’d do it and not miss a wink of sleep.

“I’ve sent Louis out with orders to find your stepfather no matter what. I’ll call in extra manpower if I need to. We will find him, Jon. I promise you.”

“Yes, but will you find him before or after he kills my mother?”

Nikolas was barely able to control his gasp of surprise. “What makes you think Carl is going to kill your mother?” He hadn’t filled Jon in on everything Louis had told him.

“It only makes sense, Nikolas. My mother would never agree to taking money that didn’t belong to her. If Carl hopes to be able to enjoy any of this money, he has to get rid of my mother because as sure as I’m standing here I can tell you that she’d turn his ass in, especially if she learned who he was trying to take the money from.”

“Why would she care who I am?”

“Honey.” Jon looked at him like he wasn’t playing with a full deck of cards. “My mother is going to be tickled pink that I not only found someone that loves me, but that someone is loaded.”

“She would hold me in higher regard because I am rich?”

Jon chuckled. “It’s like wanting your son or daughter to marry a doctor. You want the best for them. You want them to be cared for. But most importantly, you want them to be happy. And as my mother always said, you can fall in love with a rich man just as easily as you can a poor man.”

“And yet she married Carl?” That just didn’t make sense.

“My mother also always said that you can’t choose who you fall in love with.”

“This I understand.”

“Oh?” Jon’s tone became chilly in one word. “Are you saying you wouldn’t have fallen in love with me if you had the choice?”

Nikolas’s head cocked to one side, his eyes narrowing. “How did this become about me?”

“Answer the damn question, fang boy.”

Fang boy?

“Someone is angling for a spanking,” Nikolas said as he slowly started advancing toward Jon. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been spoken to so disrespectfully, and somehow, that made it so much better. Jon didn’t love him for his money or his title or his position in the tribe. Jon loved him for him.

“Oh, now…just…you just hold on.” Jon backed away. He stared shaking his whisk at Nikolas, muffin batter splattering everywhere. “I haven’t been spanked since I was ten years old. I am way too old to be spanked now.”

“You’re never too old to be spanked,” Nikolas said.

Jon tossed the whisk at him then darted to the other side of the center island. Nikolas wondered if Jon realized he still held the bowl in his— Nikolas stopped, blinking rapidly as muffin batter dripped down his face. No one had ever thrown food at him, not even when he was a child.

It just wasn’t done.

Nikolas reached over and dug his hand into the container of flour. He grabbed a large handful and threw it at Jon, laughing when a cloud of white floated down on top of Jon like rain. It was in his hair, on his face, over his clothes. Jon was covered.

Jon’s luminous eyes widened. “You threw flour at me.”

Nikolas did it again. This time, Jon retaliated with another scoop of batter. Before Nikolas knew it, he was covered in…pretty much everything and chasing Jon around the kitchen. He caught him, lifting him up to set him on the counter in the middle of the kitchen before stepping between his legs.

“You’re a mess, rajaaka.”

Jon’s smile was sensual and set Nikolas’s blood on fire. “Well, since I’m already messy…”

“I love you, Jon,” he whispered as his hand curled around the back of Jon’s neck and pulled him closer until their lips met. He groaned when Jon leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth for Nikolas’s exploring tongue.

He went from zero to aroused with a single swipe of Jon’s tongue brushing against his. He knew Jon was feeling the same arousal as he was. He could feel the man’s hard cock pressing against his abdomen.

“Fuck me, petjya,” Jon groaned against Nikolas’s lips. He ground against the apex of Nikolas’s pants. “Want to feel your hard cock pounding my ass.”

“Bloody hell, rajaaka,” Nikolas whispered hoarsely as his cock jerked in his slacks. He could feel a wet spot appearing. “I want to fuck you just as much as you want to be fucked, but we don’t have any lube in here and—”

Jon arched back and reached for a bottle of oil sitting near the muffin tin. He turned back to face Nikolas, holding out the bottle. He grinned up at Nikolas. “Will this do?”

Nikolas’s eyebrow arched for just a second, and then he grinned. “Drop your pants and I’ll give you what you want.”

Jon couldn’t scramble off of the counter fast enough. Nikolas watched Jon undress as he unbuttoned his own pants and pushed them down his legs, thankful that he had forgone underwear that day. He had to tear his eyes away from the alluring sight when his shoes got stuck in his pant legs. When he looked back up at Jon, he nearly swallowed his tongue.

Damn!

Jon had pushed his pants off his legs and gotten rid of his shirt. He was sitting back on the counter, slowly stroking his cock as he watched Nikolas undress. The hunger in Jon’s golden eyes made Nikolas’s knees shake. He felt like he was being eaten alive, and he was more than okay with that.

Nikolas’s cock was hard and throbbing as it jutted from between his legs. He was addicted to sex with Jon now. Day or night didn’t matter, he wanted Jon more than he wanted blood, and he never thought that would happen.

Nikolas leaned forward and lapped at his mate’s cock before grinning up at him. “You taste so good.”

“Nikolas, please,” Jon begged, his voice slightly hoarse.

Nikolas chuckled as he held his cock, stroking it a few times. He could see the need in Jon’s eyes. It was scorching. “Is this what you want, rajaaka?”

“God, yes!”

Nikolas leaned forward and ran his tongue over Jon’s chest and then sucked in his dark-brown nipple. Jon’s salty skin sent Nikolas’s senses reeling. He parted his lips, teasing Jon’s nipple with his teeth.

“I need to stretch you first.” His mate groaned in protest, pushing his hips higher as Nikolas’s hand ran down the crease in Jon’s backside, tapping at Jon’s hole. Nikolas chuckled as he poured some of the oil on his fingers and then spread a liberal amount around Jon’s puckered opening.

He watched carefully as he breached Jon’s tight entrance. Jon’s ass pulsed around his finger. Nikolas pushed his finger in and out of Jon’s tight grasp until his muscles loosened enough to insert another one, and then another. Jon moaned, his hands clenching on Nikolas’s shoulders as he tried to snap his hips and impale himself on Nikolas’s fingers.

“Turn over, rajaaka,” Nikolas panted as he lifted Jon and turned him. He almost swallowed his tongue when Jon raised his ass higher, sticking it out like an animal in heat. Nikolas groaned when Jon’s movement pushed his ass back against Nikolas’s cock

“Fuck me,” Jon begged.

“I plan on it,” Nikolas whispered as he lined his cock up. “Tell me if you can’t handle this.”

Nikolas slowly pushed his engorged shaft into Jon’s tight entrance, watching as the head popped past Jon’s tight ring of muscles. He stopped, took a few deep breaths, and then started to push in a little by little.

“Oh fuck, rajaaka.” Nikolas’s head fell back as his lips parted. Jon was so fucking tight. It was a gratifying feeling that Nikolas cherished. He exhaled loudly when he finally bottomed out, his balls resting against Jon’s.

“T–tell me when, rajaaka,” Nikolas said in a strained voice.

Jon lifted his ass a fraction. Nikolas groaned. Damn if that wasn’t a fantastic feeling. “I’m ready.”

Nikolas growled as he grabbed Jon’s hips and thrust hard, almost sending Jon flying off the counter. Jon cried out as Nikolas did it again, and then again. Nikolas snapped his hips repeatedly. Jon began to bounce back onto Nikolas’s cock.

“That’s it, rajaaka. Take what you want,” Nikolas encouraged as Jon planted his feet firmly on the floor. Lightning struck throughout his body as Jon fucked himself on Nikolas’s cock.

“C–close,” Jon warned as his body strained, uncoordinated as he tried to repeatedly impale himself on Nikolas’s cock. Nikolas loved the fact that he could make his mate fall to pieces right underneath him.