Volkov's Mate

Chapter Six: Little Pink Rosebud

Nikolai stepped out of the elevator, and rounded the corner of the hallway to his room. His eyes were downcast to the floor, so he didn't see the girl standing with her shoes in hand at his door. Her forehead was up against the wall, her arms dangling by her sides contrasted by the black fabric of her dress. She looked too grand to be standing in the shabby hotel. Her eyes were closed sensually and her lips were pouted. Nikolai walked towards her, and it took all but two steps for Nikolai to realize why Angela was there.

"My god, Angela," Nikolai breathed out, taking a step back. "How'd you find me? Do you want your father to kill me?"

"No," she moaned out. "I just... was able to find you. And I don't even want to."

Nikolai embraced her, inhaling the scent off her hair. "You're in heat."

"Please," she whined, closing the distance between their lips.

Lust infiltrated their bodies. All that was on their minds was the incredible euphoria of physically touching one another. Her fingers roamed through his hair and dragged down the back of his neck. She was pushing his head as close to hers as it could be. Nikolai's automatically gripped her body in his arms. His own hands grasping the base of her head and the small of her back. They were so close together, yet they still could not get enough of each other.

Nikolai felt Angela slip her tongue slightly into his mouth, then sucked his bottom lip roughly. He matched her advances, swirling his tongue with hers. Nikolai lowered his head to her neck, nibbling softly at her skin. Angela shivered at the sensation His hands roamed down her body, lingering on her hips while she breathed heavier from his touch. She pushed herself into his body, turning her hips forward closer to his.

"Is that-" Angela asked.

"What?" Nikolai said still kissing Angela's neck.

"You know what," she said, grazing the bulge between his legs.

"You're tempting me."

"Oh, am I," she teased, trailing her finger in the crook of his pelvis.

Nikolai abruptly broke their embrace and rummaged through his pocket for the key to the room. Once he heard the click of the lock he pulled Angela through the threshold, once again finding her lips with his. They continued kissing while Nikolai lead her in the direction of the bed. He was focused completely on her. She intoxicated him with her scent, her emotion, and especially her heat.

They fell onto the bed, Nikolai on his back and Angela straight on top of him. She dropped her shoes off the side of the bed, then bundled her dress up to her hips. She straddled Nikolai's hips, and positioned herself atop his erection- her white, lace panties were against the thin fabric of his dress pants. He rubbed his hands up from her knees to her hips, then pulled her back and forth on his bulge. Angela grabbed his hands from her hips and smoothed them up her waist, then curve around her breasts.

Nikolai inhaled sharply as his fingertips touched the soft, ampleness of her chest. Desire burned through her in another rush of adrenaline. Her nipples hardened, yearning for freedom from underneath her tight bodice. She reached for the zipper then frantically untied the bow as well, until finally she was one second away from exposing her naked torso. She paused for a moment, locking eyes with Nikolai. She flicked her eyes up to the mirror above the bed for a moment, watching herself take a deep breath then drop the straps to her dress.

"I can tell you're nervous," Nikolai said lowly. "Are you okay"

"I just need a release from this. It hurts when you don't touch me, and it is ecstasy when you do. But it doesn't mean I'm not nervous. I am. It's my first time."