Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 96: Chapter 96

“I thought you said this would be fun?” Nicholas growled as they walked to her ridiculously small car.
He had to admit, he liked the shape of the Camaro, but his bulk simply did not fit in the damn performance seats. He preferred his Dodge truck any day of the week.
“Don’t you like shopping, Nicky?”
“No, and my name is Nicholas, or Nick. Not Nicky.”
“Oh, come on, you didn’t seem to mind when I called you that last night. Or this morning,” she reminded him with a jaunty wink.
The she-Wolf was not wrong. When her curvy little body was wrapped around him anaconda style, Nicholas did not care what she called him. Her body was a heaven he did not know he would find on this earth, and when he was with her that way, Nick was lucky if he even remembered his name.
Minerva Lykos was a dangerous woman. She commanded his attention like no other female in the universe. Even his beast seemed enthralled by the Werewolf. The fact she had not guessed what he was had become a sort of game that lasted through her shopping expedition. She’d spent the better part of the day tossing out the names of ridiculous species at him, and he feigned annoyed, but it was really amusing.
“Your excessive purchases will not fit in the trunk,” he said, not knowing what to do with the things she’d insisted on buying.
“They are not excessive. Nothing in the house was useable. I need sheets and blankets and towels and dishes, Nicky,” she said with an easy smile.
“Don’t you have a friend who could have gone with you?”
“Aww, now I’m hurt. I thought we were friends,” she replied with a naughty wink as she reversed the surprisingly powerful little car and raced out onto the highway.
Fucking hell. She was a speed demon, and Nicholas could barely contain his growls as more of that awful Christmas music came blasting tinnily through the speakers. He’d never had cause to celebrate the holidays before, and though he had enjoyed the peppermint mocha latte, she’d thoughtfully purchased for him, Nick could do without all the damn wailing.
“Not a fan?” she asked, laughter in her voice as she spied him out of the corner of her eyes.
His lip curled, and he turned his head. Nick was grateful that, despite the chill, the sky was clear enough for her to take the top down. Convertibles in December might not work for humans, but the female was a Werewolf, and he hardly ever felt the cold. How could he when he had his own personal furnace inside of him?
The Dragon rumbled, and Nick realized that the monster inside him was content sitting beside her. Allowing her to drive, no need to wrest control or dominance—like the beast trusted her, or something. And wasn’t that the most dangerous thing of all about the surprising she-Wolf?
“Turn here,” he said, directing her to the house he had built with his brother.
“Oooh, are you taking me to your bat cave? Are you a Bat Shifter?” she asked, clapping her hands down on the steering wheel.
“A what? Bat Shifter? No, I am not a Bat.”
“Damn it, I was so hoping you flew. Oh well, back to the old drawing board,” she murmured, driving down the private road that would take them to the private beachfront property owned by the Falk Clan brothers.
“Ohmygawd. Is that a castle?” she asked, gaping through the windshield.
“Yes. It belongs to the⁠—”
“Falk brothers,” she murmured. “I mean, I know about them, but I never met them. Are you guys friends or something?”
“Something,” he muttered, standing up and grabbing the bag of purchases he had made while she’d been busy finding stuff to refurbish her house.
My house. That’s the only reason I am doing this. For the property. Right?
“Wow! This is so cool. I wonder if I can make miniatures,” she muttered, snapping some images of the castle.
“You should probably ask permission first.”
“Oh, of course,” she replied, jotting down some notes.
“Where are we going?” she asked, following behind him.
“To see if my brother is still home. Then over to the castle. I have to drop this off.”
“Oh, but you didn’t have to bring me along⁠—”
“That’s our deal, though. We be each other’s plus ones,” he replied easily.
This felt big. Important. And for some reason, Nicholas was simply not willing to go without her. the she-Wolf wanted easy, uncomplicated, but what she got was a Dragon looking for salvation.
Nicholas might not be a lot of things, but his beast was ready for a mate. He would make her a good one. He just had to show her they belonged together.
“Okayyy,” she replied, dragging the word out.
“Don’t pout, Minerva. You look like a sullen teenager,” he teased, and the she-Wolf snapped her jaws at him.
“I’m not pouting, but I was hoping to get some work done this afternoon.”
“You can do that, but let’s give my crew some time to finish their jobs.”
“They are working fast,” she agreed, and he saw her glancing over the pics he’d had River send over.
Nicholas did not want the Wolf texting her directly, he was not willing to look too closely at just yet. So, he’d had the male send him the photos, and he sent them on to her.
“How did you know this room was my old studio?” she asked, smirking as she ran her thumbnail over the image.
“Easy. I smelled clay and paint and fire in that room. I take it you started sculpting early?” he asked, holding the gate open for her to pass in front of him.
Christ, she smelled good. Wild like the wind that had flitted through her curls as she drove with no regard for the speed limit whatsoever. Sweet like the cookies they’d gobbled down in the food court. And savory like the deep throated kisses he’d given her against the car door in the parking lot when he could not let another minute go by without touching her.
She was warm and receptive to his need to touch and kiss her throughout the day. Nicholas had never been openly mushy, had always kept passionate interludes behind closed doors, but she was doing things to him he hardly recognized.
He was smiling more, taking time out of his day to do things like go shopping. He’d even picked up a game console and extra remotes so they could play together. Truth was, Nick found her company downright enjoyable, even with the sappy Christmas music she kept blasting just to annoy him.
“Okay, let’s make another deal,” she began, skipping ahead of him—and yes, he meant skipping.
She was carefree, and gorgeous, she bounded up the stairs, wiggling her sweet little butt in front of him, and fuck, if he did not want to lean over and take a nibble.
“Don’t we already have a deal, minx?”
“Yes, and fun smexy times aside, I need a model.”
“A what?” he barked the question, letting her enter the house he had built with his brother first.
“A model. I have a deadline and with only a few days to fill it, I’m gonna need some fodder for my creativity. The castle is good, and I can do more Wolves, easy peasy, but I want something else, and I am thinking you are it, Nicky boy., What do you say?”
“If I model for you, what do I get?”
“You get me,” she replied quickly, and something primal inside of him went still. “I mean, you get me at your beck and call for things like this, without the proper heads up, mind you,” she replied, squinting at him. “I mean, would it have killed you to let me know we were needed somewhere?”
“Why should you need a heads up?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, and looking her over.
She’d bought the cutest little skintight sweater dress at the mall that hit just above her knees. The soft fabric molded to her incredible body, and Nick had been sporting a boner the entire fucking time they’d been out. She’d paired the ensemble with brown knee high leather boots that made him think all manner of naughty thoughts.
“To get ready, of course. I mean, luckily, I got this dress and these boots, but I am still not wearing any underwear since they did not have the ones I like, and I left my clean clothes at the house⁠—”
“Minerva,” he growled, and faster than either of them could blink, he was on her.
No. Underwear. Fuucckk.
Pushing her against the wall, Nicholas bent his head and captured her lips in one of those soul-searing kisses he simply could not get enough of. His dick was hard and ready, and when he reached between her thighs, his fingers parted her silky wet folds. She was hot and needy, moaning as he shoved two fingers deep inside her heat.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned, and his beast snarled appreciatively.
In and out, he finger-fucked her in the middle of the communal kitchen, aware that no one was home, or he’d never have started this with her. But once begun, he could hardly stop. Fuck that. Couldn’t wasn’t right. No, he wouldn’t stop. Not until she fell apart in his arms.
“More,” she breathed into his mouth, clinging to him as he bit her lower lip, moving down to her neck, and falling to the floor at her feet. He pushed the dress up, eyes fixed on her honey slit and the way she was rocking her hips against his hand.
“You are so beautiful like this, minx,” he growled, leaning forward to lick that tiny, hooded nubbin that was peeking at him beneath her short-cropped curls.
Her heady flavor burst across his tongue. Cotton candy wine and peppermint wind, he growled and lapped at her, adding that deep vibration to the mix. And that was when she lost her mind. Gripping his free hand around one thick thigh, Nicholas lifted it over his shoulder, allowing himself better access. Minnie’s fingers threaded through his hair as she pulled him closer, grinding against his hand and face with abandon, and fuck, she was glorious like this. He knew before this was going to be different That she was going to be different. But he had not understood just how different until right at this moment.
Nicholas had thought he was too damn damaged to believe in happiness. He was too jaded for happy ever afters. At least, he had been until he met her. With one last lap, Minerva’s back arched, her orgasm rushing over her.
He pulled his fingers out, turned her around, bent at the waist, palms flat against the wall, and had his cock buried deep inside her faster than she could scream his name. This was what perfection felt like. This was destiny.
“Fuck,” he snarled, gripping her hips tightly as he withdrew and slammed back home, spurring on another release, larger than the last.
Momentous. Perfect. Hot and needy.
Minnie was everything he never knew he wanted. Her pussy squeezed him tightly. This was what he needed. A mate who could match him pound for pound, bite for bite, without coddling or pretense. Nick’s orgasm blast through him like TNT, exploding throughout his body. Drawing it out as long as he could for both of them, he rocked into her, sliding his still hard dick inside her slick heat until they both sank to their knees.
Nicholas had been searching for a mate for most of his adult life, actively so over the past few weeks, but he never expected her to show up when he had just about given up hope. Minnie was raunchy and earthy. A dynamite female and he wanted to possess her. but at the same time he loved her independent spirit and her giving nature. She probably did not think that about herself, but Nick could tell she was one of those who gave more than she got in return.
No more though. Nick was determined to give her everything. To keep that sexy little smile of hers in place as long as he lived. He thanked the gods he’d found her when he did. Losing himself in her body was such sublime bliss but feeling the need to earn her heart was everything.
This was so much more than what she’d proposed. So much bigger than he ever dared to dream. This was real. This was now. This was theirs.
He just had to convince her.
Es meus.