Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(82)

“Shit.” Nick reached for the book Bear had given them on the beach. “According to this, he’s not. Traxton was an aberration, probably created because Roman was such a prick. Any kid can be good or bad, and environment matters. Our kid will be as good as a loving home can make him.”

Simone swallowed. “Good. Any proof of that?”

“No. Just conjecture.” Nick set down the book. “The only proof will be our child.”

“If he’s allowed to live a normal life and not be on the run,” Simone said woodenly, tears pricking the back of her eyes.

Nick shoved his chair back, reached over, plucked her out of her chair, and set her on his lap facing him. “I know you’re feeling vulnerable and tired, little bunny. But it’s time to get pissed instead.”

She nodded and took another deep breath. “I know.” Not in a million years would she give up, but it still hurt that her own people might order her death. “I’m also worried about Flynn and the dragons. Their secret is definitely out now, and since they can counter any immortal attack, they’re dangerous” If she stayed in her position, she could help them and arrange a treaty. The dragons needed allies.

“That’s their problem.” Nick grasped her chin and lifted her face to his gaze. “Your only concern is your health and the baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

How badly she wanted to snuggle into his chest and let him save her. But she could damn well save herself. Time to snap out of it and grow a pair. “Our powers don’t work in the chambers, but take one step outside, and we’re both at full battery charge.” She wiggled her butt to get more comfortable on his firm thighs.

He made a sound that was a cross between a groan and a growl. “Hold still.”

Her lips twitched, and she did it again, sliding forward until her core met his. “Why?”

His erection immediately rubbed against her clit. “That’s why.” His voice was hoarse.

She ran her fingers through his thick hair and bit back a moan at the pure heat now between her thighs. His energy, all Nick Veis, surrounded her in comfort and security.

His dark eyes promised everything she could ever want. Her heart thumped. For so long, she’d been afraid of getting hurt again. Afraid to take a chance.

Everything in the demon holding her promised he’d catch her if she leaped. She settled into that reality and smiled at the only man she’d every truly love. “You’re as prepared as you’re going to get for my testimony. Stop looking through documents you’ve already memorized.” Her thighs tightened against his.

“We have fifteen minutes to kill, then. What should we do?” He caressed her arms, one hand sliding to her nape to knead it.

Delicious tingles cascaded across her neck and down her spine. “I’ll have to be inventive.” Her body ached for him, so she reached down and released his zipper before opening his pants as much as she could. His cock, fully erect, jumped against her palm. “Very nice, Veis.”

“I aim to please.” He reached under her skirt with his free hand and snapped her panties in two. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

Her breath panted out, and she got up on her knees, allowing him to position himself right where she wanted him. Grabbing his shoulders, she lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her body stretching decadently around him. Finally, her butt hit his thighs.

He filled her completely, and she had to breathe out for a moment. Her head fell forward to the crook of his neck, so she could just feel.

His arms vibrated. “Simone?”

“Hmmm.” Her body rioted with the need to move, but she felt so damn good in this moment, she wanted to hold on to it forever. “Nicholai.”

He snapped. She sensed his loss of control a second before the hand at her nape yanked her back, and his mouth crashed down on hers. He kissed her hard, his tongue taking charge, his lips molding against hers.

One hand grabbed her ass, and he stood, laying her on the table. The cool maple soothed her heated back.

Papers and pens scattered in every direction. He leaned over her, his mouth still working hers, and started to pound.

The friction fired sparks through her, and she shut her eyes, overcome. He hammered into her so hard, for a moment she thought she’d go over the other side of the table, but his hands at her nape and rear kept her in place for him. For whatever he wanted to do. He gripped her hard enough to bruise, and he angled her to the side, pounding so forcefully inside her the sound of flesh against flesh was all she could hear.

“More,” she moaned, her nails digging into his chest.

He obliged her, completely letting go. Each pound battered her clit, and she held her breath, crying out when she went over. Waves upon waves of raw pleasure cascaded through her, taking her breath, taking her will to do anything but ride them out. She came down with a sigh, her eyelids opening.

Nick leaned over her, his gaze beyond intense, power embodied in his form. He stopped moving, still fully erect and embedded in her. His hand lifted to reveal his family crest with the intricate V in the middle, across his right palm. “Where do you want it?” he growled.

Her eyes widened. “We, ah . . .”

“Where, Simone?” All male, all intent, there was absolutely no denying him, and she knew it. The uncertainty of the future was no reason not to grab all the good she could get.