Recent content by Nikolai

Nikolai awoke with a hunger that had teeth. It gnawed at him the moment his senses stirred. The scent of her skin, the whisper of her breath against his chest, the faint taste of her still lingering on his tongue like a sin he hadn’t finished committing. His shadows curled instinctively...

Nikolai didn’t move. Wouldn’t move not even if the room caved in around them. The heat of her body curled into his, her breath brushing against the curve of his throat in a soft, exhausted sigh. And when she nuzzled there, settling deeper into the crook of his neck, something in him cracked wide...

Nikolai stilled — just for a breath, just long enough for her whispered please to shatter whatever thin thread of restraint he had left. Gods, he had been starving his whole life and hadn’t even realised it. Starving for her. Sadie tilted her head back, bared her throat, offered herself to him...

Gods. He shattered. There was no other word for it. No softer, cleaner way to explain the way every fragile wall he had thrown up against her crumbled to dust under the force of her mouth on his. A sound ripped from him, low, guttural, and wretched as he caught her up against him, his hands...

He was lost. Mindless. Consuming. Drowning in her, in everything she gave him. Blood and magic and heat and lust. His mind spiraled deeper and deeper into a blissful, obliterating oblivion where only she existed, only the taste of her on his tongue, only the pulse of her heart pounding through...

Gods, fuck. Her words were the spark to a pyre already crackling in his chest. Nikolai had known temptation before. He’d danced with it, flirted with the edge more times than he could count. But this? Her? She wasn’t temptation. She was damnation dressed as surrender. And she was offering...

His restraint was slipping. That ever-present wall he'd built over decades, forged from guilt, self-loathing, and the very fact that he was a monster. All of it crumbled away with every breath she drew, every touch she offered. Her scent flooded his senses far quicker than fae wine. Too sweet...

He felt every tremble in her voice. Every quiet quiver of magic that crackled through the air like a storm on the verge of breaking. It clawed at his senses. Her pain, her fury, her truth, and it made something ancient inside him stir. He tried to ignore it. Gods, he tried. But when she stepped...

Nikolai didn’t look up right away. He didn’t need to. The bond was already thrumming beneath his skin, alive and electric with her emotions. The ache of them. The vulnerability. It sank into him like cold, salt water soaking through old wounds, impossible to ignore. He could feel the way her...

Nikolai barely stirred at first. He’d sprawled himself across the length of the sofa, an almost-empty bottle of fae wine dangling from his fingers.. The fire had burned low, casting a restless amber glow over the stone walls, and shadows clung to the edges of the room. His eyes were hooded...

He hadn’t meant to sleep. Not really. It had crept up on him in the quiet, in the unfamiliar stillness of not needing to watch his back or guard his throat. And maybe it was her fault. Her warmth, her heartbeat, the fragile, living thing that had curled so trustingly against him. Or maybe it...

Nikolai lay still, the weight of the silence settling over him like frost. He hadn’t turned to look at her, hadn’t let himself indulge in the instinct to glance back when her breathing changed, when the pull of the tether between them grew taut then gradually softened, loosening like a knot...

Nikolai dozed, barely tethered to sleep, his body still and heavy while his mind drifted along the edges of unconsciousness. But even in rest, he felt her. Her scent filtered through the space between them like a breeze, subtle and sure. He could hear the delicate rhythm of her pulse. The shift...

A muscle feathered in his jaw as he scented that tiny drop of her blood, his eyes narrowing on the way she chewed on the inside of her cheek, but he didn't comment. He didn’t look at the house, either. Not really. His eyes followed her instead—watched the stiffness in her shoulders, the way...

Nikolai stiffened as soon as he saw the panic bloom in her eyes. It wasn’t just a flinch—it was raw and soul-deep, the kind that wrapped around the throat and strangled without warning. And by fuck it caught him off guard so badly he almost took a step back from it. She looked like she was...