What was worse, Gerik had watched Samuel strip her and play with her. He'd watched Samuel's fingers stroke and caress her, toy with her clit and invade her body. He'd smelled her arousal, the scent of her body, watched her lose herself in one of the most powerful orgasms she'd had, and now, he'd probably watch Samuel fuck her.
She groaned as Samuel's lips found hers. She was kissing him back without thought, so preoccupied she was with Gerik's presence.
Samuel chuckled. Nika's response to his lips on hers had been immediate and powerful. She was growling in her throat, returning his passion with her own.
Nika's body was trembling, a flush of something shooting through her. Samuel was kissing her and his hands were all over her. She didn't realize he'd released her, even though her arms were wrapped around him, her fingers buried in his hair, her knees bent, tight to his body as he crushed her beneath him. She moaned into his mouth, wanting more of him, feeling his hardness pressing painfully against her wet, swollen softness and she thrust her hips against his.
'Ah, you want me to fuck you now, don't you, my pet?'
'Yes, Samuel.'
She felt a wave of sharp, hot tingles rush through her. Gerik was watching.
Samuel wanted to fuck her and she wanted him to fuck her and she didn't care anymore what anyone else would think. Her base, savage wants, her rebellious body, her undeniable need was controlling her now and she didn't care. Not about anything. Just this incredible pleasure racing through her. The nasty, wicked, evil pleasure the idea of fucking the worst villain she knew of in front of his lecherous, creepy lieutenant who would probably, her heated brain figured, want to fuck her next. It drove her into a frenzy of erotic excitement that made her breath come in sharp gasps as her body stiffened and bursts of electricity exploded deep within her.
Samuel held her tight to him as this second orgasm swept her body. This time, the energy of it shot straight through the Glass and nearly staggered him with its power. He groaned softly, falling against the sofa back, the energy filling him, singing through his blood and driving him nearly to the edge himself. Her head fell against his shoulder and the shimmering sable fabric quickly became wet with her tears.
Ancestors, if this could be harnessed somehow…
And that soft, ancient voice chuckled. Oh … there are ways … many ways…
She's so pure, untapped, and strong … you could feed for centuries off her alone…
Nika squirmed in his arms. "Samuel…" she breathed thickly, "please…"
He chuckled, "what? Tell me what you want…"
She moaned softly, seductively. "Fuck me, Samuel…"
He pushed her back. She looked at him in confusion a moment before he completed the shove that sent her to the floor. She hit it hard and groaned.
A low, insidious chuckle came from the darkened alcove by the door and Nika's head shot around. Samuel saw the flush that brightened the apples of her cheeks and he smiled nastily.
"Ah, don't like the idea that Gerik's here?"
Nika swallowed hard and looked away, a rebellious look on her face.
Samuel watched her, testing her aura, seeing what was really going on behind her eyes. She bit her lip hard.
Ah… Amusement made him snicker. The idea of him watching is exciting her more than she's willing to admit.
"I don't understand," she was saying, her voice rough, and even though she was trying to make it sound even, irritated, it shook and it was clear she was confused and upset, "I thought that's what you wanted."
Samuel's eyebrow went up and he leaned back on the sofa, regarding her arrogantly. "It is what I want, pet. But we're doing this my way. And you've had quite enough pleasure for the moment."
Nika wrapped her arms around herself, drawing her knees to her chest. The fire was banked low and it was getting really chilly in the room. "It's-"
"-cold," Samuel finished. "Yes, I know." The fire leapt up in the grate and the room suddenly became extremely warm.
Nika's eyes widened. "You shouldn't be able to do that."
Samuel gave her a condescending smile laced with steel. "That's none of your concern, slave."
She pressed her teeth together, feeling them grind, a hot wave of humiliation tinged with arousal that made her flush and turn her gaze to the floor. You like the idea of being dominated, Nika… She winced, a chill that had nothing to do with the room temperature prickling her skin.
"You're very selfish, Nicolette. And naughty. And you deserve to be punished."
Gerik snickered softly.
Nika stiffened, swallowing hard. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
He's going to hurt me. Ancestors, why did he stop it? Only moments ago, I would have fucked him and Gerik and enjoyed it.
"I'm sure you think I'm ruining the mood for you. And of course, you would think that, since, in your world-view, everything revolves around you." Samuel's voice had hardened and he wasn't smiling anymore. "It's always been you, Nicolette. You don't think about anyone else. I doubt you thought much about Gaston while you were fucking him. Did you?"
Nika looked up at him. "What?"
Samuel's eyes narrowed. "Did you think about Gaston, at all, while you were fucking him, woman?" he said coldly, "or were you just thinking about yourself?
Yes, I know you're a little slut, Nicolette Adelar, but do you ever consider anyone else? I suppose it helps because you can come so easily." He snorted as though this were nothing impressive. "There are ways to prevent that, you know. I think we shall use that as a punishment in the future."
Nika frowned slightly. "I did. Gaston said-"
"It was a rhetorical question, Nika!" Samuel snapped, "I don't really care what he did or said. I loathe the idea that any other man has had his cock in you without my express permission – especially my brother!"
She stared at him. "You don't own-" she began, automatically, but a terrifyingly furious glare from Samuel made her stop short.
"That's where you're wrong," he said slowly, darkly, maliciously, his low, thickly accented voice enunciating each word carefully, making damn sure she understood him quite clearly. "You belong to me, Nicolette. You always have."
Nika shivered and slid back, away from him.
A flicker of intense violet, and Nika knew before she felt him, that Gerik was standing directly behind her. This was intensely immediate. Quite different from the heated fantasies her brain was feeding her when she was lost in the depths of erotic desire. Long fingers twisted in her hair, the scent and creaking of the leather gloves on his hands making her stiffen.
Samuel's eyes locked on her and she tried to curl back up, but Kazi's hold on her head wouldn't allow it. He pulled her head back, forcing her to sit up straight or lose a large chunk of hair. Her shoulders fell back, thrusting her breasts out and she flushed hotly, feeling the intensity of both their gazes on her.
"You're jealous!" she threw at him, knowing she'd pay for it and past caring.
Samuel snorted.
"Yes, I am," he snarled. "Insanely jealous."
She gasped softly, shocked. "Oh, Samuel…"
"Shut up," he snapped, "from now on, you don't speak."
He regarded her in cold silence for a long moment.
She was kneeling on one of the lovely old woven carpets that was probably a family heirloom, indeed, he thought he could still make out the fading colors of Daestrian, burgundy and forest green. The floor was a dark, rich rose colored wood and it contrasted against the soft ivory color of her pale olive skin and the fiery red of her wine-colored hair. Gerik's hold on her hair made her tilt her head up slightly, forcing her into a position he knew she'd never willingly take up for him. She'd even unknowingly placed her hands properly on her thighs, which were parted enough to reveal the tender, dark pink flesh between them. He let his lips turn up just a little, wetting them a bit with his tongue. He looked extremely lupine and the effect was not lost on her.