ing smile hovering at her lips. “As you wish.”
With excruciating, taunting slowness, Raluca unbuttoned his jeans, making sure she brushed against him, but no more than that, with every movement. Then she began undoing the zipper the exact same way.
“God!” Nick finally exclaimed. “Just pull it!”
“It’s very tight,” Raluca said, not going one bit faster. “If I yank on it, I might break it off. Dragon strength, you know.”
She tugged it the tiniest increment downward. Her other hand strayed to his balls, toying with them, running a heated finger around them in light circles.
“I don’t fucking care,” Nick said. “Break it, rip it off, what the fuck ever.”
Another tenth-of-an-inch down. She glanced up at him through her silver eyelashes. “Are you begging? That might get better results than swearing.”
“Yes, I’m fucking begging!” Nick burst out. “Come on, Raluca, get the fuck on with it, before I come in my fucking pants!” As an afterthought, he added, “Please!”
“Since you phrase it so elegantly,” she teased.
But to his immense relief, she did pull down the zipper. He shoved his own jeans and boxers down past his hips, unable to wait for her. His cock pressed against his belly, thick and swollen with blood, throbbing for release.
Hold back, Nick told himself. Don’t come the second she touches you. Take your time to enjoy it, because there’s no fucking way she’ll ever do this again...
Raluca’s hand closed over him. He had a second to see those delicate fingers adorned with jewels, slim hand, fine ivory skin, and small oval nails painted silver, wrapped around his cock — a glimpse that he knew would sear itself forever into his memory — before sensation took over, and he could see nothing at all.
Her fingers were fire itself, if its burn gave pleasure rather than pain. She squeezed hard as she drew her fist upward, and maybe it did hurt too, Nick was too far gone to tell. All he knew was that he’d never felt anything like her touch. It set him on fire, body and soul. He wanted it to go on forever, but he couldn’t hold out against that intensity. Everything in him was building toward his climax, pushing him with irresistible force.
“Taste me,” Raluca murmured.
With her free hand, she lifted his, still wet with her juices, and pushed one of his fingertips into his mouth. He tasted the tang of metal and the sweetness of a woman on his own rough finger, just as she slid her hand all the way along the length of his cock.
Nick came so hard, he thought for a second that he was going to black out. It was a release like he’d never felt before, shaking him body and soul. Raluca’s hot fingers slid back down as he spurted again and again, spilling himself into her hand.
When it finally ended, he found that he too had relaxed so completely that he’d have slid to the floor if someone hadn’t held him up. He’d collapsed against Raluca’s chest, his face buried in her smooth, cool, heavy hair. She was holding him up with one arm.
Dragon strength, he thought dizzily. Some delicate princess...
The scent of sex and of her hung around them. He straightened and took his own weight, glancing down. She followed his gaze. The glow of contentment faded a little from her face as she looked at her damp thighs, at the skirts Nick was still holding up, and at the white ribbons of his come on her hand.
“Do you have a handkerchief?” she asked. “I left mine in Vienna.”
“Sorry, baby.” Nick barely stopped himself from admitting that he’d never owned one.
Then he spotted the napkins on the cocktail tray. With his free hand, he picked one up. She pulled off her panties and tossed them into a tiny trash bin. He wiped her hand dry, then took another napkin to more gently clean the rest of her. Finally, he wiped his own hands off.
Raluca surveyed their hasty clean-up, then dipped the remaining napkins in one of the cocktails and did what Nick had to admit was a more thorough job on both of them. Then they tossed the napkins in the trash to follow the panties and hopefully hide them. Or not. It wasn’t like either of them was likely to come back.
Raluca finished by emptying the remains of the cocktail into the bin. The sharpness of alcohol killed the scent of sex for anyone but a shifter. But Nick could sure as hell still smell it. He hastily put down Raluca’s skirts, then pulled up his boxers and jeans, zipped up, and dropped down his jacket. Just in time, too. He was starting to get hard again.
“I hope this room was soundproof,” Raluca said.
“Did you talk to the saleswoman while you were in here?” Nick asked.
“I did. We had quite a long discussion about what dress and shoes I should wear out of here.”
“Then we’re fine,” Nick said. “I was right outside the door, with werewolf senses, and I couldn’t hear you.”
Raluca gave a sigh of relief. But Nick, replaying the conversation in his mind, frowned. “Wait, did you say you were going to wear something from here? Now?”
“Yes.” Raluca lifted a clothes hanger from the rack, then indicated a pair of shoes.