Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 94: Chapter 94

Blood thundered in his veins, roaring in his ears as Nicholas walked away, he could not be sure the little minx would follow, dominant as she was, but he sure as fuck hoped so.
It had been a long time since he’d met someone so interesting, too bad she was only looking for a temporary situation. Desperate as he was to settle his inner beast, Nicholas was a realist. No she-Wolf worth her salt would want someone as broken as he for a mate. He’d had this half-brained idea after Devine found his mate that he too could find happiness with a female.
Nicholas was wrong. Sure, he’d only spent a fortnight scouring bars and dating apps, but how long did a Dragon need to find his fated mate? No. If he was meant for a mate in this new world, he would have found her by now. It simply was not to be.
Besides, Minerva Lykos was not looking for a mate. Her indecent proposal had his Dragon—and other parts of him—more than a little bit curious. A holiday affair?
Hmmm. Yep. He could do that.
Nicholas had to admit this she-Wolf was unlike any he had ever met. She was pushy and loudmouthed. Short really, but with curves in all the right places, corkscrew curly hair, and a pretty bow of a mouth, he would not mind getting to know better. She was cute as fuck, and yes, he would love to spend the evening between the sheets, finding out what noises she made when she came.
Nicholas growled softly, too low for even her werewolf hearing, as he watched the gorgeous little minx walk into his trailer like she’d done it a hundred times before. Confidence and sex appeal wafted from her, filling him with a sort of primal, sensual need he’d never experienced.
Minerva Lykos.
The name seemed familiar, but he could not place it at the moment. Of course, that could have everything to do with the fact half of his blood supply was tightening his jeans in a most uncomfortable predicament. The sexy she-Wolf was standing in the middle of the living room part of the trailer, her back to him as she looked around.
“You live here?”
“For the moment,” he said, unashamed of the simplistic quarters.
“Nice bed,” she said, pulling open the door where a platform held a king-sized mattress Nicholas had installed when he’d decided to give his newly mated brother some space.
“Thank you,” he growled from directly behind her, nose pressed to the base of her throat.
He could not help it. She smelled of freshly fallen snow and the warm summer sun, like peppermints and cotton candy, and good red wine. Intoxicating, delicious, and Nicholas was ready to claim a taste for himself.
Minnie gasped as he ran his tongue from her earlobe to her shoulder. His hands were on his hips, but the female needed no more encouragement, she arched her back and rubbed her perfect heart-shaped bottom against his denim-covered cock, and fuck, he went cross-eyed.
“Name,” she moaned.
“What?”
“Tell me your name, so I know what to cry out when I start seeing stars,” she replied saucily, turning around and shoving him against the wall hard.
His inner beast growled, the Dragon liked the woman was strong, powerful, and not easy to break. She was not like the humans he’d tried dating. No, Minerva was different. A beautifully seductive she-Wolf who knew her own mind.
Mate.
No. Fuck that thought.
“My name is Nicholas,” he growled, cupping the back of her neck, and dragging her mouth to his even while she shrugged out of her clothes. He liked that she wasn’t shy. Shifters rarely were.
“Nicky? Oooh, I like that.”
“Not Nicky. Nicholas,” he growled, voice even deeper with his beast.
Minnie raked her sharp nails down his chest to his abs, and lower. She flicked open the button of his jeans, taking him in her hand and grinning like the cat that got the canary.
“Oooh, Nicky, what have you been hiding from me? Let’s see,” she purred, if Werewolves could do such a thing, dropping to her knees as she pulled his jeans down to his ankles.
Fuck.
She looked so good, head between his legs as she took his dick inside her mouth and sucked the tip. Minerva watched him with her whiskey eyes as she lapped at the slit, then sucked him in again, this time farther.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
He was a Dragon, for fuck’s sake, and prided himself on control. But this gorgeous little minx was rendering him stupid with slow long pulls of his cock with her mouth while her hands cupped and massaged his balls. Helpless to do otherwise, Nick bucked his hips in time with her swallows, growling loudly when she hummed her pleasure.
“That’s enough. I’m not coming without you,” he groaned, removing her lips from his dick, knowing his Dragon was gonna kick his ass for that later.
Too bad. Nicholas was a considerate lover. Whatever deal he’d made this night, he promised to ease the little she-Wolf’s tension, and he knew exactly where to start.
“How do you want me?” she asked, licking her plump lips as if she could not help herself.
Good. Something primal inside of him liked that she enjoyed his taste. He could not wait for her mouth to be on him again. But first, he needed to make her come. It was like a biological imperative. He moved on instinct, going in for a deep, passionate kiss and pressing her back into the mattress. Minnie clung to him, no apparent reservations, as she spread her thighs and allowed him access to her most secret places.
She wore a tiny scrap of black lace over her mound, and no bra. Her dusky nipples were tight and puckered, begging for attention. Nicholas bent his head, sucking one into his mouth while his hands explored every hill and valley of her plentiful curves. He tugged on her panties, sliding them down her legs and skimming his fingertips along her smooth, impossibly soft skin.
Damn. She was beautiful, responsive to his touch as she arched and said his name in a breathy moan that made his dick grow even harder. Was he really doing this? Taking this she-Wolf to bed after only just meeting her.
Um. Fuck yeah, he was.
Nicholas was not dead yet, despite his Dragon’s lonely state. If things went well, who knew what could happen? No. He had to stop that line of thought. Focus on the now. Soft hands cupped his face and Minnie pulled his mouth to hers, her Wolf strength moving him where no human could have.
“Stay with me, Nicky. Right here with me,” she murmured in a husky whisper that brushed against his senses like a lover’s hands.
Nicholas growled, catching her bottom lip with his teeth as he pressed into her. He wanted those whisky eyes on him, and he was not disappointed when she met his stare.
Sexy wolf. Dominant female.
Good, because his Dragon could not stand it if a woman was cowed by him. It was damaging to his psyche, but he did not have to worry with Minerva. She met him thrust for thrust, raking her nails down his back, and urging him to move harder, faster, deeper all at once.
Bedding her was like tasting pure joy, and even as he drove her out of her mind, he found himself catching the same high energy wave of passion zipping through his veins like lightning.
“OhfuckNickyI’mcoming.,” she screamed like it was one long, drawn out word. She squeezed him like a vise, and damn, he went right along with her, filling her up with his hot cum, and marking her with his scent.
Yes. Mark. Mate.
What? No. Shit.
“Oh gods, Nicky, that was, that was,” she sighed, and smiled up at him, weak with satisfaction.
All Nick could do was stare. Holy fuck. This she-Wolf was his mate. His heart thundered as the truth of it hit home. She was his mate, and all she wanted was a fuck buddy for the holidays.
Es meus.