Chapter 75 Chapter 75 It’s time

It’s time

Avalyn

The next few days flew by in a blur. All we did was train and plan minute details. We made it a point to practice with the vampires so that we fought like a team.

Nik had been more stressed than I had ever seen him. I hardly saw him after our little date. He was the busiest of all. He was training with everyone and making sure that they were training their hardest. He also took turns in explaining the plan to everyone in groups in detail to make sure there were no doubts or confusion. He also looked over the makings of the weapons that we were going to use. We had ordered guns but wooden bullets had to be handmade with the correct symbol carved on them. Only then it would kill a supernatural.

I took care of the lodgings of the people who weren't going to fight—there were about fifty of them. Keeping them all in a single place was also risky which was why I had them scattered strategically so no one knew where they were but at least one group of our pack was near them to defend or rescue them if needed.

Max had given us a final count. About two-fifty wolves were going to come to attack us. And we just had one fifty to fight for us. Nikolai had assured me that we were at an advantage because we know they are coming. And we needed to lessen the strength of the warriors in Montana Pack if we wanted a standing chance against them when we went there after the war. He had told me that we need to create a balance in the number of people we would fight on our lands and their lands. Only then, we would win.

It was nine o'clock sharp when Nik came into the room to meet me, just like I had asked him to.

He closed the door behind him and froze when he saw me. "We don't have time for this right now, Ava." He gulped and looked down at my outfit— more like lack of it.

"We do. Everything is done. It's all perfect. Come here, Nik. I've missed you." He would come to sleep after I've already fallen asleep and woke up before I did. The only sign of him coming to bed would be the slight warmth in the bed he would leave behind.

"I've missed you too." He instantly said.

"Then come show me."

"You're scared." He figured it out instantly. "You're scared that you will lose me. You are scared that we will lose."

I stayed silent because that was the truth. I'm scared. And I want one last night if anything happens. I will commit this night into my memory forever. If anything happens, I'll always have this. I'll exactly remember our last kiss, our last fuck. I needed to feel the heat of his palm when he spanked my ass. I needed to feel the warmth of his cum in my pussy.

Angry lines marred his face. "I'm working my fucking ass off, Avalyn. Now is not the time to tell me you don't believe in this plan. In me." The vein popped up on his forehead, the one that always did when he was trying to control his anger. I did believe in him. He had busted his ass for this entire plan. But I couldn't help but think about the what-ifs.

"I'm not saying we will fail or that I don't believe in the plan or you, Nikolai." I tried to calm him. "But I just want you to have one night with you before shit hits the roof."

"You mean you want one last night." He gritted. "This is not our last night, Avalyn." He crossed the room and threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled so I was looking at him in the eye. "This is just the start. We will have many, many more nights after this." He growled in my face.

"I need this one too." I rubbed his length through his jeans. I needed his dick. Right now.

"You will have to wait until after the war, Love." He caught my hand, "it will give you something to look forward to." He squeezed my ass with his other ass and gave it a hefty slap. I gasped. "Please. At least punish me. I still need those twelve spanks." He can never control himself after a good spanking. If I get him to spank me good enough, till I'm all red, I know he will fuck me. Hard.

His eyes bore into mine and then I guess he saw something in them which caused him to give me a mind-blowing kiss. I was left panting after that. He grabbed my hand and yanked me towards the bed. He sat on the edge and pulled me over his lap. Another moan left my mouth when he started squeezing and molding my ass.

"You will count and then apologize at the end of all the spanks. Miss one and I will start over, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understa—aaaand." I screamed in between when he brought his hand down. I wasn't prepared for it.

He gave me another hard spank, "Count Avalyn." He gritted.

"One, Master." I gasped.

The blows rained down on my ass and I kept counting. They were harder than I had expected and some were a quick sting while some were a deep thudding pain. And some deep, dark part of my heart craved it.

"Six, Master." My grunts turned into a scream. It hurt. I loved it.

"You okay?" He paused.

I quickly nodded my head.

He slapped my ass harder than ever.

"Seven, Master." I cried.

He slapped my ass again after that. "That was for not using your words when I ask you a question, Avalyn. Start again." And then he hit me just as hard.

"One, Master." A tear fell down my cheek. My ass burned too much and I'm sure it is all red right now. This was my first real punishment. Last time, I was too angry and stubborn to feel anything. I had mostly mentally blocked it out. But I didn't want to do it to this one. I wanted to feel Master's touch.

"Two, Master." I shuddered.

He squeezed and molded my ass, letting all the pain and burning and stings set in. "Remember your safe word?"

My throat was clogged up so I was about to nod but quickly remembered the rule. "Yes, Master. It's Ocean, Master."

"Use it if you want." He spanked me on an already sore spot and I jumped.

"Three, Master." I managed to get out. No Master, I'll take it all.

He waited, probably for the safe word but I didn't say a word. I wiped my tears with my hands and waited for the last five spanks.

I craved his touch. His warmth. I need it before I go out there to face my nightmare. I pushed my ass out further, urging him to hit me.

'Smack!'

"Four, Master," I grunted. He had hit me on my upper thighs and lower ass. It didn't hurt as much there.

Then he rained down continuous spank on either side and I was left crying at the end of it. "Nine, Master." I croaked, my mouth felt dry.

"This much is fine, Ava." He caressed my ass and the heat flared further.

"No. Three more. Please." I begged. More. I needed more.

He let out a low growl from the back of his throat.

I turned to look at him through my tears. His pitch-black eyes met mine. He cocked his head to the side. "I said, you're done."

My eyes widened and I jumped off of him and kneeled in front of him, my hands on the floor. I bent down and kissed his feet. "Thank you, Master." Kiss. "I'm sorry, Master." Kiss. "I will do better next time, Master."

"I know what you did." He spoke softly and my eyes widened as I looked up at him. "I did it because I knew you needed it." I know. "And because it's very hard to deny something you want. And this is something we both wanted." His finger trailed down my face delicately, making me blush. "But next time, you will safeword me when you've had enough. The situations we are in don't matter." How easily he saw through me. It hurt like hell but I just wanted it to go on because this might be our last time.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Stand up, turn around." He ordered and I jumped to my feet again and turned around.

I felt him inspecting my ass before he caressed it and I flinched. His hands were very gentle but they still burned. "You will heal yourself before we go for war. But it will be when I tell you, okay?"

"Yes, Master," I whispered.

He grabbed my hips and brought me closer to him before he placed a kiss on each butt. "You are truly exquisite, my Ava."

"Thank you, Master," I said shyly, biting my lip to force down my blush.

"You know what?" He spun me around so I was facing him, "I think we have some time in hand." I knew it! This is exactly what I was aiming for.

I looked down at his smoldering gaze. "We do?"

He nodded, gulping. "I'm good at time management."

"How fortunate." I smiled and caught his face in my hands and leaned down to kiss him. He pulled me on top of him and scooted back further so we were in the middle of the bed.

"Not like this, it will hurt you." He shook his head. "Get on your elbows and knees."

Biting my lip, I did as he said. He positioned himself behind me and held on to my waist before burying himself deep. A moan left my mouth.

He was slow and soft and gentle. Everything a woman would want. But tonight, I need him to be my savior again. Not the sweet gentle Nikolai. I needed a reminder of him when I was out facing my nightmare, a reminder of my strength, a reminder to do my best.

"Harder." I pleaded, matching his thrust. "Please, Master."

His hand wrapped around my hair and he pulled, making me look up as he started thrusting into me with renewed vigor.

"Nik." I cried.

"You like it rough, huh?" He grunted as pistoled in and out of me. He held on to my waist and moved my body to match his thrust harder.

"Yes," I screamed through my pants. His palm met my ass again and I almost came right there.

"I'm close, Love." His hand reached down to pinch my clit and I cried out, trying to control my orgasm for longer.

"Wait. Stop!" I whimpered and with impeccable control, he paused mid-stroke.

"I want to see you." I pulled him on the bed and sat on top of him. I took his rock-hard penis and slid on top of it. Then I looked into his dark grey, almost black eyes.

"This is not the last time, Avalyn." His hands raised to cup my breasts and his dark grey eyes were intense.

"I know." Then I rode him, hard. And we both came within seconds. His warmth pooled in my pussy and then finally, the thirst in my belly was filled. Seeing him cum was just as mesmerized as the first time— when he had fucked my mouth. He came with a low guttural cry, but this time, his eyes were opened and were focused on me—on seeing me come undone on top of him. Our eyes stayed connected as we both orgasmed. This can't be our last time, this just can't.

I placed my palms on his chest and felt his thudding heart.

"Tell me everything will be alright." I pleaded. "Tell me that we will win."

"We will win." He pushed himself up and captured me in a hug. "This is not my first time in a fight Ava. My men and I have been fighting for more than a decade. We are rogues. That's what we do for survival. And we will do it again. For you."

'They will be here in sixty minutes.' Dimitri's mind linked us. 'Emilio is with them too.' Thank goddess. We had been fearing that he would be a no-show.

'Tell everyone to get ready.' Nik ordered.

"We need to start getting ready. Heal yourself, Avalyn." I closed my eyes and focused on healing myself. The burn and soreness slowly decreased till they vanished.

Silently, we both got off the bed, cleaned up, and started getting ready. I wore black tights and a sports bra before I quickly braided my hair. I wore the belt which had holsters and put four guns, two on each side of my waist. I wore my sports shoes and then finally a black jacket to block out the cold wind and to hide better in the dark.

"Keep this with you." Nik handed me the dagger that I had gotten in Mozog when I was crowned. I put that in the belt too.

Nik was only wearing a pair of black shorts and there was a band around his ankle that held a gun.

"It's time." He captured my hand in his large one before we both walked out.

As decided, we met everyone in the foyer.

The men had worn the same outfits as Nik.

"What's our men's status?" Nik asked.

"The scouts are hiding in the trees as per their positions," Mikhail replied. "Everyone has their guns and wooden bullets."

"The lamps outside the houses are lit and the speakers are set in place. The traps are set. All fifty men have taken their positions." Andrei nodded.

"My men have taken their positions in and around the packhouse." Dimitri cracked his knuckles.

"Perfect," Nik growled and flicked his claws out, and placed them in the middle of our circle.

The men flicked their claws out and placed it over his, creating a pile, before looking at me. Warmth spread in my belly. They were including me in their brotherly before-war ceremony.

I flicked my claw out and placed it on top of Mikhail's.

"Zaschitit' corolla. Zaschitit' korolevu. Sem'ya prezhde vsego." Their chests rumbled as they growled loudly and we all pumped our claws in the air. Protect the King. Protect the Queen. Family above all.

"It's time," Nik announced. "Go to your posts. May all our enemies die tonight."