Chapter 248: Door Kid Will Need Therapy
⚠️ WARNING: Greyish dark smut incoming. Some of you will find it hot. Others will need therapy. If you are not a Nicholas fan, skip this Chapter before he fucks the plot into a wall.
Gavyn’s blade hovered halfway out. A classic rookie-Beta move of believing halfway was somehow less aggressive, when in reality it was the same fucking thing because the entire room could see so he might as well just pull it to mitigate risk.
Reed: The Beta pulled his blade another inch. Did you see it?
Damon: I saw it.
Reed: One more bedroom offer and that blade is fully out.
Nicholas’s wolf was howling louder than it had ever howled in his entire life and the woman standing ten feet away could hear absolutely none of it. His eyes flashed molten for a full second and his hands curled into fists so tight the knuckles went white.
She didn’t remember him.
Something had been done to her. Something was sitting between them like a wall his wolf couldn’t punch through. Every signal he sent came back dead. Every reach came back empty. He was screaming into a void that used to have her in it and the void was sending back "you seem like a fantastic Alpha" like a goddamn automated response.
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DOMINO 51: ROOKIES VERSUS VETS
GREYHALL CROSSING - 9:05 PM
He moved.
There was no warning. There was no transition between standing still and crossing the room. One second Nicholas Shadowfell was by the door and the next second he was in front of her, his hand on the back of her neck, his mouth on her throat.
He bit down.
Venom flooded through the mark on contact. Hot. Deep. The kind of bite that bypassed skin and went straight into the bloodstream with a specificity that belonged to bonded wolves and nobody else.
Guinevere gasped. Her entire body locked rigid, her back arching, her hands flying to his chest. The pleasure that venom gives started to flow through the static and Nicholas was not going to let up until it was fully clear again.
The room detonated.
The speed difference between the two groups was the kind of thing that made you wince. Six blades came out. Twelve blades came out faster. One group was showing off a learned skill. The other was just reacting like they’d done this a hundred times before.
The gap between the rookies and vets was not a gap. It was a goddamn canyon that the vets were finding mildly entertaining.
Gavyn was the fastest of the Lunaris wolves. His blade arced towards Nicholas’s neck ready to guillotine an Alpha King in the same way a kitten tries to murder a tiger. Damon stopped it mid-swing one-handed and waited.
Gavyn pushed harder. Damon’s expression shifted from bored to mildly curious. The power gap between the two Betas was so wide you could park a dragon in it and Damon would have room to yawn, which he did.
Door kid pointed his directly at Reed. Reed looked at the blade. Looked at the kid. Looked at the blade again. Then pushed it aside with one finger and held eye contact the entire time. One finger. A goddamn pinky. The Gamma of Shadowfell had disarmed a man with the same finger most people use to scratch their ear.
One of Nicholas’s men caught a Lunaris wolf’s blade between two fucking fingers with one hand when it was mid-swing, redirected it into the wall, and said "no" like he was correcting a toddler reaching for a hot stove.
Then Guinevere’s skin and hair lit gold. Nicholas lit gold in answer.
No one moved.
Three seconds went by.
Eighteen wolves held in positions like the world’s most fucked up nativity scene that would have made a military strategist drink. A glowing king feeding venom into a glowing princess while her men were frozen mid-swing around them.
A Beta holding a killing blow with one hand. A Gamma pushing a rookie’s blade aside with his pinky. A wolf being told "no" by a stranger who had already moved on emotionally.
Nicholas held.
Guinevere’s body started to go limp.
Just when he thought she was going to pass out, her eyes surged molten gold. Her human consciousness was gone, but her wolf was there.
Nicholas felt it happen. His instincts were driving at this point and he wasn’t fighting it.
He reached up, grabbed the collar of his own shirt, and yanked it sideways, moving his armor with it, baring the crook of his neck in one rough motion.
Her mouth was on his skin and she bit down. He hadn’t planned on that. Her marking him hadn’t even crossed his mind as possible.
The second her fangs entered his skin, he groaned loudly.
Her venom hit his bloodstream like liquid fire poured through a channel that had been dry since the day he was born. A matebond that had been static and broken and feeding him nothing but interference for two days finally cleared open.
With it came an overwhelming urge to mate.
He was fighting it with his entire body. Fighting his wolf and himself.
He lost.
His wolf took over and he was no longer in control.
One hard step, both hands under her ass, and he drove her back into the wall hard. Her spine hit stone. He was already between her thighs, already ripping the front of her pants open like the fabric had personally offended him.
His cock was out before her next breath. Thick, heavy, already slick at the tip from pure instinct. He didn’t line up carefully. He just shoved in—one long, brutal thrust that bottomed out and forced a broken cry out of her throat.
He snarled against her neck and started rutting.
No rhythm. No patience. Just deep, punishing strokes that slammed her into the wall over and over, the wet sound of it filthy and loud in the sudden silence of the corridor.
Her legs locked around his waist.
Every thrust dragged another raw sound out of her while his wolf howled in his skull like it was finally getting what it had been denied.
Eighteen wolves stood frozen with blades still half-raised. Nobody moved. Nobody dared.
Nicholas fucked her like the entire room didn’t exist, like the only thing that mattered was burying himself as deep as he could get and staying there until his wolf stopped screaming. His hips snapped harder.
The wall behind her took the impact with a dull, rhythmic thud.
He didn’t let up on her mark or slow down.
The second she started to orgasm around him, he groaned and started releasing into her in thick, heavy spurts. No pulling out. No warning. Just hot, relentless floods of cum flooding her deep while his body shook with the force of it.
Every throb forced another raw sound out of him. His fingers dug bruises into her thighs, holding her open so nothing spilled out. The matebond roared wide open between them, feeding him every flutter of her cunt around his cock as he kept emptying himself inside her like he’d been saving it since the day he met her.
He didn’t stop until the last weak pulse left him, still buried, still grinding through the aftershocks.