“Please, I need you in me now,” she cried.
“Waverly—” His fingers traveled down her stomach and he slid a finger into her slick pussy.
“Yes,” she managed through a ragged breath.
Viktor flicked his thumb over her swollen nub and added another finger inside her tight channel. As he released her taut tip, his mouth captured hers. Relentlessly, he fucked her pussy with his fingers, drowning her with his kiss.
“Please,” she begged, shivering with arousal under his touch.
“Do you want me to fuck you, my sweet little pet?”
“Yes, don’t stop. I’m so…” Waverly breathed, her body writhing into his hand as he continued to pump his fingers inside her. With a slow torture, he put pressure onto her clitoris, edging her closer to orgasm. She released him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clutched him, tilting into his hand.
“I’m going to have all of you,” he warned. Viktor reached around her bottom, his fingers trailed down the crevice of her ass.
“Oh God…I…” Waverly broke apart with a cry, her climax shattering through her as his fingers circled her tight hole.
Water dripped from their bodies as he stood and lifted her out of the hot tub. Within seconds he’d flashed them to his bedroom, laid her back onto his bed and settled between her legs.
“I need you in me,” she whispered, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Viktor locked his eyes on hers as he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, slowly teasing her. Instinct warned him that once they made love, he’d never be able to let her go, but desire burned hot. He looked deep into her eyes and gave in to the temptation that had haunted him for days.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her, guiding his cock inside her. As her pussy tightened around him, he stilled, the urge to come inside her already beckoning.
“Fuck.” He filled her to the hilt, going slowly, as she adjusted to his thick shaft.
“I…I…” Waverly arched her back and tilted her hips.
Viktor pressed his lips to hers, devouring her with a feverish frenzy, kissing her, tasting. The urge to sink his fangs into her sweet flesh called to him. Though he attempted to restrain his nature, the wild beast in him would have its due.
“On your knees, pet.” He removed himself and flipped her on her stomach.
“Oh God,” she cried, unaware of the animal that she’d unleashed in him.
As his cock slammed inside her, her pussy contracted around him. With each deep thrust, she cried out, begging him for more.
“Harder, harder, I’m going to...” Waverly clutched the sheets, her head lolling forward.
As he held her hips, she rocked back toward him, his cock deep inside her. His thumb teased her bottom, circling her puckered skin, and she shattered into her climax.
“Yes, yes,” she screamed.
Viktor lost control as her pussy quivered around his dick. His fangs dropped, the craving for her blood near impossible to resist. His lips found her shoulder, his tongue swiped over her skin.
Don’t bite her. Viktor battled his thirst for the gorgeous woman beneath him. He slammed into her, again and again, turning his head, careful not to nick her skin.
As the waves of her orgasm slammed into her, her pussy tightened around his shaft, milking him. With a final thrust, Viktor abandoned his restraint, exploding deep inside her. He stiffened in release, giving a loud groan of satisfaction.
Panting for breath, his head spun with the consequences of what he’d done. Never in his life had he restrained his thirst, yet he wouldn’t bite without her begging, without her consent. A spark ignited in his humanity, controlling the monster he’d long embraced.
6
Waverly curled onto her side, lost in thought. A nagging warning reminded her Viktor was a lethal predator, but she promptly brushed it away. Everything about making love to Viktor changed what she thought she wanted. She’d deliberately separated her world from the paranormal, had hidden her own abilities. Yet within Viktor’s arms, for the first time, she’d experienced acceptance. He stimulated her mind and body, unrelenting, pushing her into a new paradigm.
A kiss to her bare shoulder brought a smile to her lips. Warmth stirred in her chest. Don’t catch feelings. Don’t catch feelings. Too damn late.
“Are you hungry?” His arms still wrapped around her waist, he spooned her from behind.
“Hmm...for what?” she softly laughed.
“This.” Without warning, he rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms to the bed. She smiled, raising her dreamy gaze to Viktor’s. Her chest caught with anticipation at the sight of the domineering vampire giving her a hungry grin as if he’d devour her.
“You have no idea how much I’d like to have a repeat performance.”
“Maybe I’ll eat you.” Waverly teased, her body still ripe with arousal.
“You’re not afraid?” Viktor asked.
“You won’t hurt me.” But he could break my heart. I told you not to catch feelings.
“I’m dangerous.”
“Are you trying to scare me away?” Does he regret making love?
“Perhaps you were right about vampires?”
“No, I think…” Her breath quickened as his erection hardened between her legs. Waverly tilted her pelvis, his cock brushing against her thigh. “I’m finding you hard to resist.”
“You don’t know me, pet. What you saw at the club. That’s who I really am.”
Waverly gasped as his fangs dropped, terror and arousal pulsing through her. She tugged her arm loose and reached for his face, cupping his cheek. Her heart pounded, imagining his fangs slicing into her flesh as her gaze fell to his mouth. Stirred with curiosity, she brushed the pad of her thumb over his lower lip.
“I’m sorry. I should have asked.” As she withdrew her hand, her thumb caught on his fang. “Ow.”
Before she had a chance to say another word, he’d caught her wrist, his tongue darting over the wound. He sucked her thumb between his lips, setting her body on fire with desire.
“Viktor…” she panted. Visions of him over the centuries flashed through her mind. A child hauling water on his back, shivering in the snow. A Viking warrior. Beaten and bloody on his knees, a slave to a cruel and violent master. A wealthy lord. A prisoner in the fiery pits of Hell. A playboy in the hottest club in Miami, surrounded by beautiful women.
As the vision faded into darkness, he released her. What is happening to me? Waverly blinked, her breath ragged as Viktor rolled off the bed onto his feet. Disappointment tore through her.
“Where are you going?” She reached for the sheet, hoping to conceal her shock.
“Be right back.” Viktor strode out of the room naked as the day he was born.
Waverly took a deep breath and pulled the sheets up to her neck. Why do I keep seeing him in my visions? That thing he did with my finger. What was that? Is that what would happen if he bit me? Warmth pooled between her legs. No, no, no. Stop it girl. He’s gone already. He didn’t bite you. You aren’t supposed to be with vampires.
She rolled onto her side and her stomach growled. Waverly laughed inwardly at herself. In just over twenty-four hours she’d been shot at, attacked by a demon, had her apartment desecrated by a bloody ritual, made love to a vampire, and she was as human as ever. Sated by sex but starving.