"It's been a long time since we've had a girl's night out." Caroline observes. "Adalind, you're usually busy with that grimm of yours."
Adalind and her coworkers were enjoying themselves at a favorite cocktail lounge, and already two drinks in, tongues were loose and the conversation flowing freely.
"Nick is working late with a case. But trust me, the moment he tells me he's home, I'll be off to go ride his dick."
"I wish I had a dick to ride." "Felicia said with a touch of aggravation.
"What happened to that guy you were seeing? The criminal lawyer?" Caroline asked.
"Oh, him. One minute man. Barely even bothered with foreplay."
"Nick's partner Hank is single. I could introduce the two of you. Nick says he's a romantic. So I'm sure he won't flake on the foreplay." Adalind informed her friend.
"Is he looped into the whole grimm / wesen thing?" Felicia asked.
"Not yet. But I'm sure Nick will have to tell him at some point. He's had to deal with a lot of cases involving wesen. And Nick is always asking that blutbad friend of his for help. He's going to need to introduce Hank and Monroe at some point."
"It's so strange, a grimm being friends with a blutbad and a lover to a hexenbiest." Caroline said.
"Is he still an animal in bed?" Felicia asked.
"He's insatiable." Adalind replied. "I didn't know it was possible to have sex so often. Or have so many orgasms."
"Ugh, I have never been more jealous of anyone in my life." Felicia grumbled.
Adalind smiled smug and proud. She knew what a good thing she had with Nick and she was not ever going to take it for granted.
Not only was the sex beyond amazing, but Adalind also loved what being with Nick did for her in other areas of her life.
Sean Renard continuously called her, requesting she do some favor or other for him. Most of the time, she ignored the call. Sometimes she would answer just to have the satisfaction of telling him no. After so long pining for him, it felt wonderful to be able to reject him.
One evening though, the most delicious opportunity arose. One that was far too good to pass up.
Nick and Adalind had shared a romantic meal. They had prepared it together. The entire time, Nick had been sneaking touches and caresses. Adalind was guilty of stealing a few, herself. Needless to say, by the time their hunger for food was sated, they hunger for each other was ravenous.
The grimm had his hexenbiest bent over the table and was thrusting into her with force when she saw his phone's screen light up with a call from Sean Renard.
Feeling petty and vindictive, she answered it and moaned. "Nick can't come to the phone right now. He's too busy pounding away at my pussy. Oh, Nick! Yes!" She ended the call.
That was how Sean Renard was informed of the relationship between the hexenbiest who was once his former lover and cohort, and the grimm who was his detective and whom the prince of Portland had hoped to control.
For a very long time, all Renard could do was sit and stare at nothing, his mouth hanging open in shock.
He had called hoping to strike up a friendship with Nick. Since Adalind seemed completely uninterested in helping him in his quest to get the grimm's key, Renard had been forced to come up with a new plan.
He thought building a friendship with Nick would be his path to getting into the grimm's secrets. He had not counted on Adalind actually becoming involved with the grimm.
Renard became annoyed with Adalind, and with himself. He had made a false move in underestimating the hexenbiest. He took for granted that she was in love with him and would do anything for him. Obviously, something must have happened.
Renard could think of only two reasons why Adalind would turn her loyalty to the grimm.
The first was that grimm's may have some seductive power wesen had not heard of and that Nick somehow used it on Adalind.
Renard dismissed that one as soon as he thought of it. Mostly because Nick was too honorable of a man to ever take advantage of a woman like that.
The second and more believable idea; was that Adalind had somehow discovered he had been sleeping with her mother.
A hexenbiest scorned was dangerous, unpredictable, and extremely bad for Renard's pursuit of power.
Adalind was as intelligent and cunning as she was beautiful. There was a reason why Renard had seduced her to gain her loyalty. He knew she would have been the perfect ally. Especially to someone she loved. She would do anything for the man she loved. Risk anything in order to please him. And with her beauty, power and intelligence, a man could rule the world with her by his side.
But it seemed that man was not going to be Sean Renard. He highly doubted if Burkhardt wanted to rule. Or have any kind of power, really. It seemed so unfair that someone like Nick Burkhardt would be getting all of the advantages of having Adalind Schade in his life when she would be so much more useful to Sean Renard.
The prince of Portland decided to find a way to win the hexenbiest back over to his side.
Sean Renard's ego was far too large to understand just how impossible that task would be.
Nick had not been the least bit irritated with Adalind's little stunt. Instead, he had given her several orgasms at the table, then picked her up, carried her to the couch, given her several orgasms there, then took her to the bedroom where he continued to pleasure her until she passed out. In the morning, he had kissed her tenderly awake, made love to her, helped her clean up afterwards and told her she was the most incredible brilliant woman he had ever known and he looked forward to seeing the captain's face after the previous night's phone call.
"Just be careful." Adalind warned. "I know him. He'll probably start to try to drive a wedge between us."
"Let him try."
A shiver of both fear and arousal went through Adalind had the clear menace in Nick's voice.
He held her possessively. "You are the best thing that had ever happened to me. I need you more than I've ever needed anything in my entire life. I won't let you go. Not without a fight."
"You won't have to fight. Not for me." Adalind told him softly, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I've never been happier or felt more adored than I do when I'm with you."
Nick called Monroe and requested his help in researching wesen for his current case.
He didn't call Adalind because he knew she was having a girl's night out with her friends and he didn't want to interrupt her fun, or take the chance of putting her in danger, in case he got a lead and went after the person that night.
His hexenbiest was so sweet and so devoted to him, she would insist on going with him, and his Adalind was too important to him to risk.
But Nick did need help with the research, so he bribed Monroe with a bottle of wine and asked him to meet him in the trailer.
Monroe carried in a folding chair used for outdoor functions.
"You do know there are plenty of places to sit, right?" Nick asked him with mirth.
"You do know I can smell that you and your girlfriend had sex on every surface in this place, right?"
Nick had the decency to look a little sheepish. "We cleaned up."
Monroe rolled his eyes. "It's not just the fluids. The sweat. The pheromones. Heavy breathing. You two must have made love for hours." The blutbad pointed to the desk. "There's a strong scent of hexenbiest seeped into the wood."
"Adalind was wearing my shirt and reading from a journal, in French, fluently!" Nick defended. It would have taken willpower than no being in the universe possessed to have resisted Nick's need to take Adalind. And she certainly didn't complain. Nick remembered fondly her every moan, her every whimper. The way she had begged him to take her harder. Demanded that he claim her.
Monroe cleared his throat, loudly. "I know what you're thinking. I can smell you! If you want to do some research, I suggest you put a halt on that train of thought. Unless of course you decided that police work in no longer interesting and you would rather spend the rest of your time with your hexenbiest."
Nick took a deep breath and picked up a book, promising himself he would contact Adalind as soon as the case was wrapped up.
His need for her was a constant thing. And finding out Renard would try to drive a wedge between them in an attempt to gain power made Nick even more possessive of Adalind.
He trusted her when she told him she wanted only him. But he did not trust Renard not to use dark methods to get what he wanted.
Dark methods were certainly on the list for Sean Renard to use. But given that Adalind was a powerful hexenbiest, and there for had the ability to either block or counteract anything he might do, he thought it best to use them only after exhausting other methods.
He first decided to try surprising her at her home. A bottle of her favorite wine, a box of her favorite chocolates and a bouquet of her favorite flowers were his weapons in is seduction of the wayward hexenbiest. Renard was certain that his charm and his power were far superior to Nick Burkhardt's. And all he needed was to apologize for breaking her heart. Tell her he could not stop thinking of her. And kiss her passionately. He was certain that she would fall into his arms, they would have incredible make up sex, and she would go back to be his devoted little witch, willing to do any and everything he asked.
However, when he went to her home, he discovered she was not there.
He waited for over an hour for her, but she never showed.
What he didn't know, was that Adalind had gotten her emergency bag from her car, one that had a change of clothes, among other things, and had taken a cab to Nick's apartment. She had missed him desperately and waited there for him.
Nick had assumed it was too late to call Adalind, and so had decided to just go home after finishing his research in the trailer.
He thought he would have to make do with a picture of Adalind and his own hand.
So when he opened his door and saw Adalind, in a black negligee, high heels, stalkings, garter belts and a come hither smile, his elation was too much to contain.
He was on her in an instant.
In the morning, he served Adalind breakfast in bed and told her about Monroe knowing they had sex all over the trailer and bringing his own chair to conduct research.
Adalind giggled. "We do have a habit of christening every surface of whatever place we happened to be in."
Nick kissed her and moved his hand over her bare legs, sliding over the silk flesh to her sweet core.
"I just can't get enough of you. I need you more than I need air. And when I have you, I want to have you everywhere, to make sure I've thoroughly had you."
"Oh I'm far from complaining." She said, pressing her lips to him. "But the poor blutbad might. I'll make a potion that will remove our scents from any area. So Monroe will be able to be more comfortable."
Much later, Adalind got a call.
"Adalind, you are awesome!" Monroe praised her.
"Thank you." She said with a smile, though of course he couldn't see. "I hate for your friendship with Nick to have been ruined over something that was essentially my fault."
"Yeah right. I'm sure Nick is a very willing accomplish. That boy is what we call smitten. And I know you feel the same way about him. A grimm and a hexenbiest, I guess I really can't be surprised that that much passion is so intense. I just really don't want to smell it. It makes things pretty awkward when I'm around you guys."
Adalind laughed. "I promise to use the potion to at least temper down our scents."
It was important to Adalind to stay on the good sides of all of Nick's friends. She didn't want to cause any animosity. She had no interest in isolating Nick. That was Sean's game, not Adalind's. She wanted to protect Nick from Renard. From anyone who would try to manipulate and control him, really.
Yes, she had tried with that zaubertrank, but it had not worked the way she had thought and everything was so much better than what she had planned.
Adalind didn't want to lose the Nick she was falling in love with. She wanted him to be happy. She wanted him to be surrounded by people who cared about and looked out for him.
Nick's friends were also becoming her friends. They saw how happy she made Nick and always greeted her with bright smiles.
Like the time Nick had messaged her that he couldn't meet her for lunch because he and Hank had to talk to witnesses.
Adalind had taken it upon herself to take food for both Nick and his partner, with some extra just in case.
It turned out to be a great idea. Not only had Nick given her a tight hug and deep kiss after she had placed the box with the items on his desk, but his partner Hank and a man who introduced himself as sergeant Wu gave Adalind big smiles and informed her she was welcome anytime.
And no, she had not put a single drop of any potion in any items of food. Their gratitude and friendliness was genuine.
Also genuine was the sour expression on Renard's face as he stared out at the group from his office.
The half royal continued to try to reach Adalind and persuade her to rejoin him. He also tried to become more friendly with Nick. But both quests were not going well.
He needed them both on his side if he were to overthrow his family. He especially needed Nick's family's treasures. The key Renard was certain the grimm had would put him in good standing with the royals. Possibly, it may even help him eventually become more powerful than them.
Nick and Adalind being completely devoted to each other and not to Renard did not fare well for the half zauberbiest's plans.
Nick wasn't vulnerable if he had Adalind by his side. Adalind would do nothing for Renard if it meant hurting and possibly losing Nick.
Adjusting his plan, Renard figured that his best bet was to charm Adalind into returning to him, but still carry on an affair with Burkhardt and manipulate the grimm into doing the Portland Prince's bidding.
But he continued to hit snags.
Like when he discovered winning Adalind's heart again was going to be very difficult.
This discovery was made when he decided to pop round to her home. If she was alone than he would use his charms on her. If Burkhardt was there than he would watch them and look for any weaknesses in their relationship.
He should have left when he saw Burkhardt's vehicle parked in front of her house.
Nick and Adalind were sitting on her couch, watching television when out of the corner of her eye, Adalind spotted Renard's unmistakable frame pass by her window.
Feeling a bit petty and vindictive, she changed her demeanor and body language.
She cuddled closer to Nick, kissed him on his neck and along the side of his face and said in a needy voice, "I want to suck you. I want your cock in my mouth. I need to taste you."
Nick first looked at her wide eyed, but quickly adjusted himself to allow her access to his manhood.
Adalind controlled her gag reflex and swallowed his entire member. As she moved her head up and down, she could feel the organ sliding along her throat the way it normally slid along her walls.
She made as many sounds as loud as she could, knowing the vibrations would add to Nick's pleasure and knowing that Renard would hear everything.
She was really pleased Nick was not silent. He was very vocal about how good she was and made him feel.
"You're amazing baby!" He shouted.
He tried to warn her when he was close, but she stayed where she was and he erupted into her mouth. She greedily swallowed every drop of him.
When she released him with a pop, he pulled her up and slammed his lips to hers, uncaring that traces of him still lingered.
"I want my mouth on all of you." Nick growled. "I need you."
Clothes were removed and they pressed their bodies together. Adalind spared a moment to wonder if Sean was still out there, but she found she really didn't care and focused all of her attention to what Nick was doing to her.
Unfortunately for Renard, he was still looking. He just couldn't seem to make himself move. The sight of the grimm and the hexenbiest together shocking him to the point of paralysis.
He knew the two of them were intimate. But it had never occurred to him just how passionate they were for one another.
Adalind's cry of bliss shot right through Renard. Her face was contorted in pure ecstasy.
It was far too obvious she wasn't faking.
And he couldn't remember a single moment when being intimate with her that he ever made her look or sound like that.