He tore his lips from hers, reached under her knees and lifted her legs into the air. With her feet hiked onto his chest and his eyes locked on hers, he drove his thick shaft inside her. Every cell in her body quivered as he plunged in and out of her. His blood swirled inside her, the magical energy flickering though her mind and body.
“I love you,” Viktor grunted as he thrust inside her pussy.
“I love you too…ah,” she cried. She fisted the sheets, bracing for each hard stroke, her body ripe with pleasure.
Viktor released her legs and dipped his head to her breast. Waverly’s body crept toward release. She lifted her hips, meeting each deep thrust, his pelvis grazing over her swollen nub.
“I want all of you,” Viktor growled.
Waverly cried out, her orgasm slamming into her. Her body shook with unbridled pleasure as he made love to her.
“Oh God, yes. Please. Viktor, Viktor,” she repeated, her mind and body one with his.
“Oh no, little pet. I meant all of you,” he told her with a devious smile. “Tonight.”
“No, no, no…I need…” She lost her words as he withdrew his cock.
“Patience,” he laughed as he flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her bottom upward. “I wouldn’t want you to think I went back on my promises.”
“Please,” Waverly begged, her body uber-sensitive. She arched her back, seeking relief from the throbbing between her legs. “I need you inside me. Oh, yes…please.”
“Let me see you now.” Viktor rubbed his palms over her rounded cheeks and slid his dick deep inside her slick pussy.
“Ah yes,” she cried as he filled her once again, her fingers curled into the pillow. With each slow thrust, she braced herself and gave a small grunt.
Waverly sucked a breath as cool gel dripped over her bottom. She knew what he’d planned. All of her. Anticipation twisted through her, her pussy tightening around his shaft as he circled his thumb around her puckered skin. As he dipped his finger into her ass, she moaned, the delicious dark sensation of the taboo spiking her desire.
“Easy, pet,” he warned, withdrawing from her warmth and pressing the broad crown of his dick to her tight hole.
Waverly breathed into the pillow, stilling as he slid inside her. Inch by delectable inch, he filled her with his cock.
“This…all of you. Goddess you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted.
“Please, oh God,” she panted. “I…I…ah…”
So full, with her body on fire, she teetered on the edge of release. As his fingers circled around her clit, she cried out for him. “Viktor…I can’t…I’m coming.”
“You feel so goddamned perfect.” He thrust deep into her ass, flicking his fingers over her swollen bead. “I love you so much.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” she grunted out, overwhelmed in sensation. From her pussy to her ass, her heart full of emotion, she’d never in her life been so alive.
Still inside her, Viktor rolled them onto their sides. With his fingers on her pussy, he fucked her ass. His lips kissed her shoulder as he thrust slow and deep, so she felt every inch of him.
“Please…bite me,” she begged, breathless.
As Viktor’s fangs sliced into her neck, Waverly screamed in ecstasy, a rapture of sheer pleasure seizing her.
“That’s it, pet. I love watching you come.” With a final hard thrust, Viktor grunted, exploding inside her. He retracted his fangs, lapping over her skin. “Goddess I love you.”
As Waverly’s body slowly recovered from her mind-blowing orgasm, she barely noticed the warm cloth as he cleaned her. Within seconds, he’d tucked her safely against his chest, the downy comforter pulled over them.
“I love you, Viktor. Always.” Waverly snuggled into his embrace, her heart still pounding.
Everything she’d ever feared was all she’d ever need. Her one love. Her vampire. Viktor.
Viktor pressed his lips to her hair, his body and senses still tingling with pleasure. Waverly LaFleur. She’d come into his life by fate and now bonded with him by choice.
There was a time he never thought he could be happier, more complete. But his beautiful curator had given him the gift of his humanity, opening his eyes and heart to a future that he’d never imagined.
Love. Perhaps the most precious, yet elusive possession he’d ever experience on the planet had taken him by storm.
Mo chroí.
Epilogue
“Tell me again why you need me?” Julian took a swig of his beer and reached for the bowl of pretzels.
“Rafe. The wolf. Viktor called you,” Greyson reminded him.
“Yeah, I know he did. I didn’t agree,” Julian told him, staring straight ahead.
“Rafe’s a wolf. You’re a wolf. You know how this works. Do your part now. He’s going to be here soon.” Greyson tapped on the bar.
“Yeah, not my problem. I’m not pack.”
“Rafe belongs to Hunter. You know…Willa’s mate. Your sister. That should mean something.” Greyson looked past Julian, checking out a couple of women playing pool.
“Yeah, I’m not in his pack either. I love my sister but it’s none of my business. I’m rogue. I’m not my father. That life isn’t for me.” Greyson looked up at the flat screen TV, watching the hockey game.
“Look, I hear you got daddy issues. Don’t we all, but you’ve gotta help the kid. He’s uh, he’s had a rough go of it.”
“Yeah, so have I. I’m telling you that I’m not your guy. Find someone else,” Julian insisted.
“I wasn’t planning on going there, but it sounds like my brother did you a solid. Rescued your ass from Hell. You owe him.”
“I wasn’t in Hell. I was somewhere…but I don’t know where. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve got my own problems.”
“Wherever you were, I heard Vik got you out. So, I’m gonna need you to do this. I know whatever happened to you must’ve been bad, there’s got to be something good left in you.”
“This isn’t a good idea,” Julian warned.
“Maybe you’re right.” Greyson stared at him “But you’re a helluva lot better than Ilsbeth. Because you know the kid might have a little of that old black magick in him too.”
“Just because I’ve got some in me…just because I’m rogue, that doesn’t mean I’m the best guy for the job.”
“You’re the guy. Viktor trusts you. Hunter trusts you.”
Julian released an audible sigh and set his focus on Greyson. His palm came down hard onto the edge of the bar, loud enough to draw the attention of a few patrons. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
“You’ll do it?”
“Yeah, yeah. I don’t want to do it, but I’ll do it.”
“Good deal.” Greyson smiled and signaled the bartender. “Two tequilas please.”
“On one condition.” Julian turned to him. “You stay. Be available. I’m not dealing with vamp shit.”
“You know I’m in the middle of a renovation. Castle in Romania. Cool shit. I don’t have time to stay here in Idaho.” He looked around, laughed and popped a pretzel into his mouth, continuing to talk as he chewed it. “My days in dive bars are over, my friend.”