Chapter 186

I crossed the dim room slowly, letting my hips sway with each step. My outfit and makeup had me feeling sassy and wild.

But as I met Nolan’s eyes, I saw his face was looking serious, and not only in a sexy way.

He was wowed, looking at me in the burlesque-like lingerie set he’d sent over as a gift earlier in the evening. But also, I was getting the feeling that he had walked into the room with something else on his mind.

But I looked so damn good in this outfit. I wasn’t going to let anything spoil the mood.

It was a merlot-colored lace corset and brassiere, kind of old-fashioned in the design, but with a deliberately contrasting racy haute couture accent of bright violet zippers. Two arced in a semicircle around each lace-lined bra cup. The third zipper went straight down the middle of the corset, top to bottom. When that one was unzipped, the whole bodice went goodbye. This was coupled with a tiny pair of high-waisted, very “cheeky” shorts made of a matching burgundy silk. They also had a few unusually placed purple zippers.

I paced over to my husband and touched a single finger to the center of his chest, sliding it inside the gap between a couple buttons on his dress shirt.

“You like it?” I asked innocently.

He huffed out a dry exhale, a kind of false laugh at the absurd question. Nolan’s body was stiffening already, and he hadn’t even put his hands on me yet.

“Yena, I, hm. I wanted to talk to you about something, actually.”

Rather than concede and say, “Oh okay, what’s up?”… I decided to shut him up.

“Is that what you sent me this for?” I asked. “An outfit to have a conversation in?”

I started to unbutton his shirt. He let out a very low, almost inaudible growl.

Then we had a kind of staring contest. A game of chicken, you could call it. I was starting to get the feeling he was frustrated with me over something.

I made a clear decision that I was going to seduce him right now no matter what. It was a challenge.

Once I got his shirt unbuttoned, I started to slide it off his shoulders. He didn’t help me. Just kept playing our game of silent, intense eye contact while I stood on my toes trying to undress his top half. I know I was smirking, giving him a daring and sultry look. The expression on his face was hard, a look of righteous disapproval mixed with raging desire.

But he said nothing aloud. Once I’d done away with his shirt, his mood seemed to change. He let go of the notion of trying to fight me off anymore.

With a hot green glimmer in his eyes and a snarl on his lips, he lifted me up into the air and threw me across the room, sending me flying onto the bed. I fell back, giggling wickedly.

Nolan was on top of me a second later. He landed his weight atop me roughly, making me gasp. And pinned my arms up over my head immediately, getting himself settled into a kind of body lock atop me, a position of total dominance.

I tried to kiss him, but he pulled his face away. I growled at him hungrily.

His face was still hard. Stern. And his energy was teeming, feeling hot and hungry but also angry.

I relaxed my body underneath him, showing no resistance to being restrained, and waited to see what he wanted to do. He had every inch of my body flattened and covered with his own. His breathing was getting fast and ragged but he was still only staring me down.

One of his hands left my wrists and moved into a grip on the back of my head. He hovered his face an inch from mine and looked back and forth into my eyes, like he was trying to penetrate my thoughts or read my mind.

Finally he said, “Tell me you love me.” His voice was deep and serious.

NOLAN

“I love you.” Yena said it on repeat for him, smiling sweetly and looking happy to oblige his request. That was good, because he needed to hear it.

Nolan had a lot on his mind tonight. He had wanted very much, while walking back here from dinner with his mother, to sit down and have a conversation with his wife.

It was his own fault for sending Yena this thing she was wearing, though. Once she’d gotten zipped up into it…

“I love you,” Yena said again, whispering softly with her lips at his ear. Then she dragged her tongue across his skin, starting under his ear and then tracing its edge upwards. Nolan reared his head back and growled.

Yena could feel him getting aroused, and now she was sliding her silky-smooth legs against his erection. Nolan closed his eyes, pressed his mouth to the nape of her neck and took a deep breath of her sweet scent.

Yena said, “Bite me,” and bit playfully into her bottom lip, which was painted with a vibrant, electric purple lipstick. Nolan took a moment to admire the perfection of her beautiful face, still with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions keeping him conflicted inside.

But Yena, smiling coyly, started to struggle underneath him, fighting to get her hands free. All Nolan had to do to subdue her was tighten his grip. She kept fighting though, wiggling and making little gasping sounds of struggle. “Bite me,” she said again, now begging in her tone. “You know you want to.”

The teasing did it.

His mouth had already been lingering close to her neck. His wolf took over in a second flat and snapped Nolan’s jaw open and closed, latching onto Yena’s soft flesh and digging his sharp teeth in deep.

Yena screamed.

The flavor of her sweet, berry syrup flavored blood came rushing into Nolan’s mouth. He sucked it down greedily.

It changed everything. It wiped clean the dusty blackboard of his mind in one fell swoop.

Next thing Nolan knew he was licking his bloody lips, sitting back on his heels and looking down at Yena with his heart pounding, his chest heaving, his energy trilling.

His hands tore away at zippers on her lingerie that glowed helpfully in the dim light and revealed her bare body to him in delightfully teasing increments.

One half-moon zipper came away first, freeing one of Yena’s big, beautiful breasts. He caught her nipple in his mouth, making her squeal and turning it hard as he sucked on it while his hands worked the other zipper open. When both breasts were freed, he ran his hands and mouth all over them both desperately. Yena was going wild, loving his every touch.

Nolan was in a Yena-drugged state at that point. He was preternaturally alive with the magic of her blood. He tore his own pants and boxer-briefs off next, then zipped away Yena’s red and purple silk panties, and then finally did what his wolf had been going crazy waiting for and inserted himself inside of her, gliding in easy with her dripping wet in anticipation.

Yena shivered, accepting the length of his huge dick inside of her and whining. She put her soft hands up to Nolan’s face, stroked the stubble on his cheeks and moaned.

“Tell me again,” Nolan said, rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

“I love you,” she answered, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you so fucking much.”

YENA

I roused from sleep in the dark, small hours of the early morning.

Nolan was asleep. I seldom got to see him unconscious, with how little he usually slept and how easily he woke up when he felt me moving at his side. Watching his chest rise and fall with the regular breath of deep sleep, seeing him looking vulnerable like that… I began to feel guilty.

Nolan had wanted to talk to me about something when he got back from dinner with his mother. And I had known what it probably was.

In the moment, I’d told myself I had just wanted to enjoy the mood I was already in after receiving his sexy gift. I told myself that was why I baited him into drinking my blood, which I knew would turn on his body and turn off his mind.

But the truth was that I deliberately seduced him to avoid having an uncomfortable conversation.

I promised myself, now, that I would never do that to my husband again. It had been unfair.

Next time Nolan wanted to talk, I’d sit down with him and do it. No matter whether I felt prepared for it or not.