Page 18 of Bully Wolf’s Nanny (Silvermist Wolves #1)

Seven years ago

He wasn’t sure when it had become normal. Every day, after school, he would cut across the parking lot into the woods, heading for the path he knew Daisy took home. He would find her, she would pretend to protest, and then he would take her by the waist and silence her with his lips.

At some point, they’d begun talking. He would pull away, admiring the flush in her cheeks, her swollen lips, and brush the hair from her face.

Then he would ask her how her day had been.

She would answer. They would sit down, side by side, his arm slung over her shoulders, and talk.

Sometimes things would get heated again and he would lay her down in the leaves, sucking her neck as her fingernails scraped down his back.

Other times, all they would do was talk.

It was nice. With everything going on at the pack, with the New Guard, with their plans to move against their fathers drawing closer, it was nice to escape it all and sit with Daisy beneath a canopy of leaves and just enjoy her calming presence.

It was only a matter of weeks now. They were preparing for war.

He never talked to her about the pack. Even though she was part of it, he found himself wanting to protect her from it all. God knows his father had reacted badly when he’d caught them kissing at the bonfire. He’d warned Nicolas never to go near her again.

Like he’d listen to that fucking asshole.

“You know,” Daisy said, her eyes downcast, her fingers nervously tracing patterns in the earth, “my parents are away. Tonight, I mean. They’re away on vacation.”

They weren’t away on vacation. Her father had been sent north with a contingent of wolves to face down the pack threatening their territory.

Her mother was accompanying them with medical supplies at the ready.

Daisy didn’t know that. She didn’t need to know that.

If she knew, then she would want to get involved, and he didn’t want her anywhere near the fighting.

The only thing her weak as piss father was good for was keeping it all a secret from her.

Nicolas had a hard enough time hiding the injuries he himself had sustained from her knowing gaze.

“I hope they’re having fun,” he said, his tone wry.

“No, Nicolas, that’s not…I mean…I’m going to be home alone,” she said, her voice heavy with meaning.

And he understood.

He snuck in later that night, climbed up the trellis on the side of her house and through her open bedroom window. She laughed at him, saying he could have used the front door. He shrugged and winked at her, reminding her that she seemed to like bad boys.

She bit her lip, nerves rolling from her in waves. It was her first time. It wasn’t his. That was alright. He could show her what to do.

So he laid her down on her bed, kissing her thoroughly, her curves soft and supple beneath his hands. She drove him crazy. And she didn’t even know it.

“Will it…I mean, will it hurt?” she asked, her green eyes wide, the flushed skin of her chest heaving.

“It might for a moment,” he replied, kissing her collarbone. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’ll go slowly. I’ll be gentle. If you want me to stop, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“No, I want to,” she said with renewed confidence, her hands tugging his shirt up over his head, her eyes widening at his sheer size as he loomed above her. He couldn’t help the smug masculine pride that swelled in him at the hitch in her breathing.

They had done things before, in the woods. Exploring hands and teasing fingers and curious mouths. He had firmly made his mind up already that his favorite taste on earth was the rich, husky warmth of the arousal between her thighs.

He kissed his way down her body, pulling the rest of her clothes off, revealing her pale, silky skin to his ravenous gaze. She blushed, hands moving to cover the soft swell of her stomach, but he stopped her.

“Don’t,” he growled, “I want to see you. All of you.”

Daisy nodded, her blush deepening, and shyly let her hands fall away from her stomach. He was sure his grin was feral.

She squealed in pleasure as he pushed her thighs apart, revealing her pink folds, and licked a firm stripe from her dripping center to the small bud at the apex of her thighs.

Squeals turned to breathy moans as he laved his tongue over her clit, her little fingers burying themselves in his hair.

He was determined to bring her as much pleasure as was needed to make her forget her nerves, and then some more for good measure.

She came twice on his tongue before he kissed his way back up, nipping at a stiff nipple before reclaiming her mouth for his own.

Then her thighs fell apart, and he settled between them, his aching hardness brushing against her quivering warmth.

“Ready?” he asked, catching her chin in his thumb and forefinger.

She bit her lip, her hands flexing against the muscles of his back, before she nodded. “Yes, I’m ready.”

Slowly, he pushed into her, relishing every emotion that passed across her face. Her mouth fell open, her eyes widened, and a keening whine escaped her as he fully sank into her.

Dropping his forehead to hers, he couldn’t help the ragged pants that mingled with her breath as he waited for her to adjust, every instinct screaming at him to move.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she clenched her muscles, little shoulders trembling.

He groaned, long and hard, and gently rolled his hips, taking his cue from every whimper of pleasure that fell from her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed, “yes, just like that, that feels good.”

He moved faster, pushing harder into her, hands braced against the mattress as he took his pleasure from her voluptuous body. She was getting closer again, sweat shining on her skin, head thrown back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled as her nails raked over his skin, “so beautiful.”

“Nicolas,” she panted, “Nicolas, Nicolas, Nicolas!”

His name was so sweet on her lips. He wanted more.

He wanted all of her.

With a roar he came, buried deep inside her, the final few thrusts tipping her over the edge, too. Together they rode out their orgasms, eyes locked together, until finally it was over.

He rolled to the side, tucking her against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“That was…” she said after a while, “that was amazing.”

“Agreed,” he said, squeezing her closer.

She stiffened and he pulled back to look down at her, only to see her chewing her lip with familiar anxiety, her green eyes searching his face.

“What is it?”

“I just…” she hid her face in his chest, breathing in his scent, “I just can’t shake the feeling that this is all some kind of trick. That you’re going to break my heart.”

He chuckled softly, hand stroking soft circles against her back.

“Believe me, Daisy Copperfield, the last thing I ever want to do is break your heart.”

***

Present Day

He was on his third whiskey at the Pine Shadow Club by the time Felix sat down next to him at the bar, a look of disapproval heavy on his features.

“Don’t you have to be in New York first thing?”

“Fuck off, Felix.”

“Come on, Nicky, is that any way to talk to your alpha?” Dane slid into the seat on the other side of him, a wide smirk on his face.

“You can fuck off, too.”

Dane tutted and waved down the barkeep with a heavily tattooed arm. “Francesca really is turning you into a grumpy bastard, you know that, right?”

“Trust me,” Nicolas drained the last of his drink, “I’m fucking well aware.”

“I’m worried about you,’ Felix interjected before Dane could get some smartass comment in. “We all are. Running the woods all hours of the night, drowning yourself in whiskey more evenings than not, snapping at anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. It isn’t you.’

“Isn’t it?” Nicolas didn’t even bother ordering another drink. The barkeep was under strict orders to keep his glass full until he either stumbled out or was kicked out. Or both.

“He’s got you there, Felix,” Dane said. “Nicky was scary long before Francesca showed up.”

“Don’t you have some rival pack to be beating up? Or some pack groupie to be fucking?”

Dane’s grin widened. “Hey, as long as it ends up with me on my back with someone drawing blood, it’s all the same to me.”

“Animal,” Nicolas muttered, turning away from him.

There had been a point in time when Dane had been his closest friend.

But that was when they were back at school, in the same grade, and by far the two most powerful shifters around.

Of course they gravitated towards each other.

It was either friendship or killing each other.

These days, Nicolas often wished he’d opted for the latter.

“You just need to get laid,” Dane said, stretching his arms out over his head. “Plenty of young eligible women around tonight. Take your pick.”

“It’s not that,” Nicolas hissed, turning to Felix with a cocked brow as if to say, can’t you control him?

Felix, the traitor, just sat back and sipped his beer.

“Ahh,” Dane said leaning forward, “but it’s not not that, right?”

Nicolas narrowed his eyes, fighting back a growl.

Dane’s teeth glinted in the low light of the bar. “I’m right, aren’t I? It’s not that you ain’t getting laid. It’s that you ain’t getting laid with someone in particular.”

Nicolas did snarl then, slamming his glass down with nearly enough force to shatter it. “You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

“Oh, but I think I do,” said Dane, not even slightly intimidated by Nicolas’s show of anger. “Somebody you’d rather like to be fuckin’ ain’t fuckin’ you. Three fuckin’ guesses who.”

“Nicolas,” Felix said at last, cutting Dane off before Nicolas actually decided to rip his head clean from his neck, “it’s Daisy, isn’t it?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. There was no point bullshitting, especially not with Felix.

“Have you already slept with her?” his alpha asked, his voice carefully casual.