Chapter 3

Nyxaria

Apparently, the currency in the city was dick.

The man raised his eyebrow at me, still expecting a response while I waited for any logical reason that would make me say no to his obscene request.

But even my wolf purred in anticipation.

The absolute whore.

“You’ll release my friend?” I found myself saying instead.

His mouth curved upward, and a dimple appeared on his left cheek, making him look slightly less deadly.

“I’m a man of my word.”

I reached for the buttons on my cloth, undoing them one by one until the fabric parted, letting my breasts fall free. His eyes dropped instantly, lingering for a second before snapping back up to my face.

“The bed.” I motioned for him to come closer.

The amused expression remained on his face as he moved, the thick scent of his arousal finding a way to elicit my own.

At this point, I wish I could lie to myself and say I was about to have sex with this man solely to save Kai.

“Fuck,” he whispered, the green of his eyes darkening as I finally let the rest of the cloth slip completely down my legs.

But the truth was simpler. I wanted to know exactly what that massive beast of a cock would feel like inside me.

Besides, it was still my birthday, and I deserved a small trophy from the city.

Especially if it came in the form of an orgasm.

He leaned back on the bed, his hands coming up behind his head as he watched me, tracking every shift of my hips like a wolf cornering its prey.

I didn't let him see me hesitate. I moved forward and straddled his thighs, my pulse jumping the exact second my bare pussy brushed against the length of his hard cock.

“You’re clean?” he asked, his deep voice scraping against the quiet room.

I nodded, though the question baffled me. Did the city she-wolves not wash daily or consume the bitter wild herbs to prevent breeding with common males?

He opened his mouth to say something else, but I didn't give him the chance.

I gripped his shoulders and sank fully onto his dick.

Oh, wow.

A choked gasp caught in my throat as his size stretched me wide, my walls violently clenching around him as his cock filled every single inch of me. The thick friction of it sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core.

“No talking and no kissing,” I threw his own rules right back in his face, mimicking the heavy, dangerous roll of his accent.

I didn't give him a second to recover. I arched my back, anchoring my knees against the mattress, and began to ride him with a ruthless, demanding pace.

The feeling was electric, a tight, stretching heat that had me biting my lower lip to hide my moans.

He didn't move his hands from behind his head. He just lay there, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips as his eyes tracked the way my breasts bounced.

I wasn’t blind to my own appeal. My curves and full breasts usually just got in the way of a good training but I was very glad I had them.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted, his low growl vibrating right through his chest and into my thighs. “You’re sliding all over me, Gadyuka, but you haven’t even begun to take it.”

“Shut up,” I gasped. The dark, foreign word made my core involuntarily clamp around him as my head tossed back. I moved faster, squeezing him so violently that his smirk finally faltered.

“Ah.., Nyxaria,” he hissed, the accent making my name sound like a curse.

“Thought... it wasn’t ... enough ,” I mocked, panting heavily as the coil in my lower belly tightened into a knot so fierce I could barely breathe. I arched my back, seeking more pressure, a moan finally breaking past my lips. “Mmm... fuck.”

And here I was thinking I’d had my fair share of good sex back home.

Before I could register the shift in the air, his large hands snapped out from behind his head and grabbed my waist.

“My turn,” he growled.

He flipped me effortlessly, the world spinning until my chest slammed flat against the sheets and my cheek pressed into the soft fabric.

I didn't even get the chance to curse him out before he hooked his fingers under my hips and yanked my backside up, forcing me onto all fours.

He didn't wait or ease into it. He lined himself up and drove his entire cock back into me from behind in one ruthless thrust.

“Oh!” I screamed as he buried himself inside me again, hitting a spot so deep my vision blurred.

“Look at you taking all of me,” he grunted, his chest slamming against my back with every punishing thrust. His hand wrapped around my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper right against my ear. “Good girl. Take it all.”

I usually hated being told what to do, but his praise sent a wicked ache straight to my soaked pussy.

He was relentless, his thighs slapping against my ass while my hands gripped the bedsheets for dear life.

“Ah, please—” I begged, though I didn’t even know what I was begging for. The pleasure was becoming too overwhelming to contain. “ I’m going to—”

His thumb found my clit, triggering a wave of pure heat that pushed me right over the edge.

My pussy clamped around him as my orgasm ripped through me. I screamed into the pillows, my entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure shattered me.

“Suka,” he choked out, his thrusts turning frantic and shallow. Right as his body went rigid, he gripped my hips and pulled himself out of me.

A low groan tore from his throat as he came, his cum spraying across the curve of my ass and pooling onto the sheets beneath us.

His forehead rested against the back of my neck as our ragged breaths echoed in the room. The scent of our spent arousal was suffocatingly thick, and my wolf purred in absolute contentment.

Slowly, he shifted, rolling off me and leaving me trembling on the mattress.

I blinked through the haze of the best birthday gift I’d ever received, my heart hammering against my ribs as reality slowly bled back in.

“Now,” his voice cut through the quiet, already regaining its lethal, calm edge. “Let’s go talk about your friend.”

I opened my mouth to tell him everything, but the words were instantly severed by a deafening blast that rocked the entire building.

“Your friend is in trouble,” he said, his tone entirely too casual for the chaos erupting outside as he grabbed a pair of dark trousers. “Put on your clothes. Let’s go before they kill him.”

His cock wasn't even completely limp yet. It was thick and still slick with our combined fluids as he tucked it away.

A dangerous shiver shot straight down my spine, but I didn’t dare allow myself to dwell on the fact that he could clearly go another round.

I snatched my dress from the floor and slid it over my head. The cool linen dragged down my skin, rubbing the wet smear of his cum against my ass.

“Hurry!” I snapped, practically bursting through the doors.

What did you do, Kai?

“Keep running and you’ll get trampled,” his deep voice drawled from right behind my shoulder.

He was right. Unlike the empty corridors from my escape, the hallway was now a chaotic sea of humans and werewolves, all rushing frantically toward the holding cells.

I pushed through the crowd still, desperate to reach my friend, but a sudden shift in the air stopped me dead in my tracks.

No. Not now.

The suffocating smell of the city vanished, replaced by a wave of rich, dark mahogany that was so deeply intoxicating, my wolf violently slammed against my ribs, desperate to tear through my skin just to get closer.

Fuck.

Every muscle in my body locked into stone, dragging my gaze across the crowded corridor.

Right through the sea of moving bodies, my eyes locked onto a pair of piercing hazel eyes staring right back at me.

“Mate.”