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Niko leaned back, his gaze devouring me whole. I watched, entranced, as he tore open that square packet with his teeth—a flash of white against the dim light of his sleek office, a primal gesture that spoke of untamed instincts.
His eyes, those deep pools of blue, never left mine as he rolled the condom down over himself. His movements were precise, practiced, but there was a raw hunger there that wasn’t masked by finesse or wealth.
“Prepared for everything, aren’t you?” I managed to say, my voice sounding far steadier than I felt.
“Always,” he replied, his tone thick with desire. “Especially when it comes to hunting monsters... or pursuing irresistible women who’ve proven themselves more than capable of handling a beast.”
The air between us crackled with something potent, a blend of lust and something fiercer—something akin to magic. And as we stood there, skin flushed and bodies aching with need, I knew this was a fire that would consume us both.
Electricity crackled between us, a current of raw desire that surged through my veins. I was the hunter, but in that moment, as Niko’s free hand scooped me up and lifted me effortlessly, I felt like prey caught in the gravity of his presence. My body arched toward him instinctively, every cell aflame with need.
“Te necesito,” I whispered, the Spanish words tumbling from my lips, a confession of my hunger for him.
Heat enveloped us, a cocoon of our combined energies, as if we’d tapped into some ancient, elemental force. His gaze locked onto mine, blue eyes blazing with an intensity that could rival the fiercest wolf’s, his hand never releasing my wrists. I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling the hard press of him against me—a promise of what was to come.
Niko’s breath was hot against my skin, his lips a whisper away from mine. “I want you,” he growled, the English rough with his own brand of magic. His cock nudged at my entrance, teasing, testing, a dance of shadows just before the plunge.
“Then have me,” I urged, leaning in to capture his mouth with mine, sealing our fates with the melding of lips and the meeting of bodies on the brink of combustion.
The moment shattered into pure instinct as he finally settled me onto him, my body opening to the invasion of heat that was Niko. Every inch of him filled me, stretching, claiming, an anchor in the storm of our passion. His cock was a brand, searing its imprint deep within me, and I couldn’t suppress the cry that spilled from my lips—a wild, keening sound that might’ve been his name on my breath.
Pressed against the cool wall, the juxtaposition of temperatures only inflamed me more. Niko began moving, and the rhythm he set was relentless. Each thrust was a hunt in itself—predator and prey locked together. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the room.
My fingers scraped against the smooth surface behind me, seeking purchase, but there was nothing to hold onto except him—the werewolf billionaire who fucked like it was magic, fierce and unyielding. Sweat slicked our bodies, and with each drive deeper, I could feel the shift of his muscles, the power of the beast beneath the man’s skin.
“Te quiero,” I gasped out between ragged breaths, the words slipping into Spanish, a testament to the melting pot of emotions swirling within me—and I didn’t know if I meant I wanted him or loved him. It was the truth laid bare, stripped down as we were, to the most primal parts of ourselves.
His response was a low growl, a sound that vibrated through my core, resonating with the hidden monster hunter within me. We were a tangle of limbs and need, two creatures of different worlds colliding in a blaze that threatened to consume us both.
And as he fucked me against that wall, I knew that this was no ordinary flame—we were fire and tinder, sparks that could ignite at any moment, burning away all the shadows where monsters lurked.
My legs coiled tighter around Niko’s waist. Each thrust drew him deeper, and I urged him on, pulling him into me as if I could merge our very beings with the force of my desire.
“Harder,” I breathed, the word a spell cast between pants, begging for the kind of intensity that could match the inferno raging within me. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and in them, I saw the reflection of my own hunger—a blaze that only he could stoke.
I sought friction, a delicious pressure where I needed it most, and found it in the hard ridge of muscle that was Niko Savas—the werewolf who had proven himself innocent of murder but guilty of igniting a fire within me that no amount of monster hunting could douse.
“Ándale,” I whispered, half-challenge, half-plea. The scent of our mingled sweat filled the air, a heady perfume that spoke of primal acts and forbidden delights.
Niko responded with an animalistic fervor, his grip tightening as he drove into me with a force that sent shockwaves through my core. I ground down, chasing the exquisite torment of pleasure edged with pain, the sensation as sharp and bright as the flash of a hunter’s blade in the moonlight.
“Magic,” I gasped, because there was no other word for the alchemy that transpired between us—his strength and my wildness combining to create something powerful and untamed.
I hunted monsters, yes—but in this moment, caught in the tempest of Niko’s passion, I rode the edge of becoming one myself.
Niko’s restraint shattered like the fine glass walls of his pristine office, and with a growl that rumbled from the depths of his being, he released my wrists. My hands, no longer pinned, sought purchase around the solid column of his neck. My fingers tangled in the dark locks at his nape, every nerve ending alight with the crackling energy of his unleashed power.
“Te quiero,” I breathed again into his ear.
My body undulated against him, a serpentine dance as the heat between us built, a conflagration that threatened to consume us both.
“Show me the beast,” I taunted, lips grazing his sweat-slicked skin, tasting salt and something wilder—an essence that was distinctly Niko, distinctively other.
His blue eyes blazed, twin infernos that scorched my soul with their intensity. He obliged, the werewolf within him rising to the surface, but not beyond, lending him a ferocity that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. There was magic here in this merging of man and monster, a potent sorcery that bound us together in ways that went beyond flesh.
The crescendo was building again, notes of ecstasy composed by the frantic rhythm of our bodies. I rode the wave of impending release, each thrust pushing me higher, until the world narrowed to a single point of incandescent pleasure.
“Ah, Dios!” The exclamation tore from my throat, half-prayer, half-exaltation. The orgasm hit me like a thunderbolt, a cataclysmic force that left me breathless and quaking.
