Novel & Cerita Nikolai X Reader

"So you caved?" Dr Nicole asks as she changes the bandages on my neck in my bedroom. Her voice sounds too cheerful for someone peeling off gauze. "I prefer the term strategic retreat." I mutter. My gaze turns to the door, where two of Niklaus’s men stand to watch for ‘potential flirting’, of which offering hydration is one of them, as exhibited by their disapproval when I offered water to the nurse Dr Nicole sent in her place yesterday. I guess that’s considered foreplay in his world.

JULIAN “Stop that,” Nikolai says suddenly. I glance at him. There’s a hardness to his jaw. “Stop what?” His eyes remain completely focused on the road. “Stop thinking of another man in my presence.” My eyebrow lifts. “How do you know I’m thinking of another man?” “I just know.” Seriously? How is that even an answer? I turn fully toward him, as much as my seatbelt can allow. “I’ve been meaning to ask, are you a mind reader?”

NATALIA PROLOGUE “Is this what you wanted, kotyonok?” The words are no more than a harsh whisper against my skin in the dimly lit room, his husky voice heavy with the desire that holds us captive. “Tell me,” he orders, and although the room is not properly illuminated enough for me to make out much, I can tell he’s staring at my face because his eyes are a hot brand on my skin. “Does it please you to see a man as powerful as myself driven to his knees for a little thing like you?”

It’s Nikolai Volkov. That’s a name that belongs in the shadows, a name that’s whispered in the dead of night, one synonymous to bodies washed-up in the river, gutted in alleys, broken families. He was no more than a fable to me before tonight, a modern monster that Mum sometimes uses to scare my sisters into bed. And that monster just bought me. For the first time, I wonder if I may have been better off leaving with Silas Wren. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He growls and I flinch. He didn’t even raise his voice but he might as well have lashed me. His hand is still outstretched as he waits, his eyes narrowing ever slightly with impatience. “Come to me.”

LORENZO GRAYSON\ VADIM KERZHAKOV © I slowly finished my drink while Alina kept talking about her time in Russia. I answered when I had to, though most of the time, I just listened. At some point, she found out I was from Russia too, but she still knew nothing about my real background. I glanced toward the bar when I felt someone staring. Nick. The kid quickly looked away the moment our eyes met. Beside me, Alina had already started to get drunk. She rested her elbow on the counter and leaned her cheek against her palm while staring at me.

Chapter 22: Nikolai’s POV – Deepening Currents Nikolai woke with the ghost of Arlo’s touch still lingering on his skin. The memory of last night played behind his closed eyes like a perfectly cataloged film reel: Arlo’s shaky hand wrapping around him, the broken way he’d gasped Nikolai’s name as he came, the way their foreheads had pressed together in the aftermath while their breathing slowly synced. It had been raw, imperfect, and deeply satisfying. A significant step forward in a game Nikolai had been orchestrating for years.

The type of hot I had never been sure actually existed outside of airbrushed and filtered fitness influencer models. “Alpha Nikolai doesn’t talk much though. He’s really standoffish.” Why was Gigi choosing him of all people to talk about tonight?

I arched my back forward, wanting to make contact with something, only for someone to hold me down. I opened my eyes to see Nikolai plant a kiss on my lips, taking my lower lip into his mouth and sucking on the tender flesh. Someone’s hand roamed my body, or maybe both, tearing my clothes off, leaving me naked on the hard surface. I cried out in shock and pleasure as Emiriel’s tongue connected with my clit. "You like that, don't you?" Nikolai asked in my mouth before prying my lips open and devouring them like a starved animal. The other Alpha lapped at the succulent wet flesh, and I groaned.

Cillian asked. I spun to ask if he'd lost his mind before he calmly replied, “I’m making certain Zena. Evidence.” “What about what he did to me!” I snapped back, but Nikolai was in no mood to compare Maddox-tales. Nikolai took another step forward, the dry gravel earth crunching beneath his boots. He belonged in these cragged grey mountains. They suited his dark, scowling features. In a low, rumbling growl he allowed his full fury to shine through his ruby eyes.

I found that even I enjoyed his touch. “Jules, we need to tell you something. We know that you know all about Krallion now, and well, Krallion is Xenia’s true mate,” Kieran spoke up. “What?” Angelina, Skye, and I said at the same time. It must’ve sounded weird to them. “Nikolas has Krallion’s essence in him, which is why Xenia responded the way she did to him. Nikolas is as powerful as he is because he has Krallion in him,” Iris explained.