V
Succumb
I sat before a roaring fireplace, bundled up in an oversized knit sweater, my legs, clad in thick winter leggings, were pulled up to my chest. I held a book in my hand, my nose buried in the pages. I didn't hate reading, but it wasn't something I typically went out of my way to do. But I was bored out of my mind, so I pulled a book of poems from the shelf in the living room. My eyes followed the lines, but took in none of the words.
Lucas dropped down on the couch beside me. "Whatcha reading?"
"I don't even know," I sighed, closing the book and tossing it to the coffee table.
"I'm heading to town if you want to tag along."
"Again?" My stomach roiled at the thought of drinking again so soon.
He laughed. "Errands. Mom needs some stuff for Christmas dinner that she forgot to get."
Grocery shopping this close to Christmas was far from appealing, considering how busy the stores would be; but getting out of the house and walking around with Lucas was more appealing than the tome of poetry.
"Let me get my shoes and I'll meet you at the door."
I ran from the room like I was on a mission, racing up the stairs and dropping onto the edge of my bed. I left my fluffy socks on that went halfway up my calves, my leggings tucked into them, and shoved my feet into my ankle boots. I felt and looked like a dork, my dark blonde hair tossed up into a messy bun, my pastel pink knitted sweater, and now my fluffy socks. But I didn't care; it was cold, and I was comfy.
I ran back down the stairs, composing myself before I reached the front door, as to look like I wasn't so desperate to get out of the house and away from iktor. I need to be as far away from him as possible, because I'm one breath away from jumping his bones.
In front of the door, waiting impatiently with Lucas, was the last person I wanted to see. iktor leaned beside the doorjamb, his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. His face was indifferent, but I noticed the slight rise of his brows as his eyes scanned my clothes, pausing at the fluffy socks that rose above my boots.
Good, be disgusted by what I'm wearing so that I can hate you, it'll make being around you easier.
Lucas didn't react at all; it was like after all the years it's been since we spent time together, he still expected nothing different. My heart swelled knowing that my cousin was still one of my best friends, before my brain caught up. Why the fuck was iktor here?
"Alright, you guys ready?" Lucas asked, moving toward the door.
"Have been for some time now," iktor grumbled, as if it had taken me hours to put my shoes on.
I ignored him, falling back to be the last one out. We'd just stepped onto the patio as Aunt Olivia rushed out after us.
"Oh, Lucas, thank God I got you before you left."
His back stiffened as he turned to face his mother. "What's wrong?"
"Your father hurt his back moving furniture with your uncle. He won't sit or ice it, and of course he won't listen to me." There was a hint of annoyance in her voice. It sounded like it was a regular occurrence. "Go help them with whatever crap they're trying to do so he doesn't hurt himself any further."
He pulled a shopping list from his pocket, pushing it into my hands. "Duty calls. Finish the mission without me." He turned toward iktor. "You okay to drive?"
iktor pulled his keys from a pocket inside his leather jacket pocket, lifting them in answer. He turned toward the driveway, his big black boots crunching over the thin layer of snow.
"Coming?" He called over his shoulder.
I looked between iktor and the house, then down at the shopping list that I had fisted in my hands. I groaned, running after him and his large, stupid strides. He reached the car before I did, and to my surprise, he opened the car door for me, which only annoyed me more. How dare he do something nice when he's been such an arrogant dickhole.
"Thank you," I grumbled, unable to stop myself from being polite.
He grumbled right back, something along the lines of, "don't mention it."
I sat in the passenger side with my arms crossed.
"Seatbelt," he said, starting the car.
I rolled my eyes so hard they basically turned into the back of my head. I would have put it on. I clicked the seatbelt into place, recrossing my arms.
The first half of the drive was done in uncomfortable silence. There was a strange tension in the air, turning the cramped space into a living nightmare. God, don't be so dramatic. Just get to the shops, buy the groceries, and get back. Then maybe physically beat Lucas up for putting me in this situation. I paused my inner monologue to sneak a glance at iktor as he stared ahead at the road. But God, look at him.
iktor drove stick. His hand rested on the gearstick. He kept a constant speed, changing gear to only slow for bends. I couldn't help noticing the way the cuff of his jacket lifted, exposing the thick veins that peeked out from underneath, reminding me just how muscular he was.
"Please, stop," he growled. He drove faster, as if trying to escape something.
I peered through the back window, expecting to find someone chasing us, but the road was empty. I looked over at him, raising a single brow. "Stop what?" I asked.
His jaw tensed as he clenched his teeth. His serious gruffness, arrogance, moodiness—everything about him had me holding my breath.
"That!" He sputtered. "Just stop that ."
Had he lost his mind? I had no idea what the hell he was on about. "I'm just sitting her- eee !" My words became a startled squeal as iktor tore off the road and pulled onto the shoulder, gravel spraying behind us as he hit the brakes. I clutched the seat, my nails digging into the leather. It was a good thing I had put my seatbelt on, otherwise, I would have ended up smashing into the dashboard.
"You're driving me fucking crazy!" He thrust his hand into his hair, tousling the strands that were already hanging over his face. "From the moment you walked in with your giant tent-like sweater, like a fucking snowman, I haven't been able to get you out of my fucking mind."
"That's your problem, not mine," I hissed.
"And you can't keep your feelings to yourself, constantly thrusting your arousal in my face."
" Arousal?" I squeaked.
"How am I meant to function like this?" He shook his head. "I can't, that's how. Because I can't keep walking around with a hard cock every time I scent you."
He finally faced me, his green eyes once again reflecting a gold so vivid I gasped. How? "I can smell you now," he sighed, leaning toward me. I gasped but didn't stop him from burying his nose in my hair. "Your pussy is dripping for me."
"It's not," I lied; my voice was weak, breathy, giving away just how wet he made me simply from existing.
"Don't lie to me. Ever ." His words were clipped, his breath warm on my ear as he leaned over me. I shivered at the rough demand in his voice, a new wave of wetness filling my panties. He shifted in his seat, his hand resting on my thigh. I moaned. Actually moaned. My cheeks heated from embarrassment, but then he ran his hand up my leg, toward my waist.
"You want this?" he purred. "You've been begging to get your hand around my cock since you met me."
"Liar," I gasped. "I thought you were a dick."
I felt him smile against my neck. "Oh, I definitely am." He pressed his lips against the sensitive skin just below my ear and I lost it. I tried to press closer to him, but the gearstick and handbrake got in my way. "Don't move," he demanded. I stiffened at the authority in his voice, before melting into jello beside him.
His hand moved up my inner thigh, goosebumps forming on the flesh hidden underneath my thick tights. I bit my lip, trying not to cry out at the touch I had been craving for days. His fingers slipped between my thighs, a whisper of a touch along my seam and I almost begged. I thrust my hips upwards, silently urging him to do it. Please.
He cupped his hand over my mound. "I can feel your heat through these pants." He rubbed my clit through my pants. "Your cunt is throbbing with need."
His crass words sent another wave of desire racing through me. "Please," I whimpered.
"There we go," he grinned sadistically. "It's all I've been waiting for." He ran his fingers over the waistband of my tights. "If you had asked this nicely this morning I would have fucked you right in the snow. Imagine the painful burn on your knees from the cold ice, but the intense pleasure ripping through your body as I bent you over and railed you."
"You have a lot of confidence in your ability to fuck," I groaned, lifting my hips further from the seat.
He said nothing, his eyes wicked. He pushed his hand past my waistband, under the cotton of my panties, his fingers slipping in the wetness that met him. He wasn't wrong when he said I was soaked for him. He pulled his hand out, lifting his fingers to his lips. I stared, wide-eyed, as he sucked on them, a rumble in his chest as he tasted me.
"You taste even better than I imagined." He licked his lips.
He wrenched the waistband of my leggings down, just enough to see my pubic hair poking out. He ran his fingers through the hair, shaking his head slightly.
"Of all the women I've been with, you are different. You don't dress like them, nor do you look like them, and yet I am drawn to you like nothing else."
I would have been offended by him comparing me to the other women he had slept with, but I was in too deep already. There was no going back from this now. I would let him ravish me, let him ruin me, if he wanted to. And I wanted him to.
His fingers grazed over my clit and I bucked toward him, an involuntary moan tearing from me. It was like an explosion when he touched me there, and I knew that he could make me cum like no other. He trailed them down my middle, through the slickness, and plunged two fingers into me without hesitation. I screamed at the invasion, at the stretch of his digits disappearing into me.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, flexing his fingers and sending a bolt of painful pleasure through me.
"It's been a while," I confessed.
"Good." His word was clipped, final. Then he said nothing more.
His free hand found my hair, his fingers tangling in the thick strands. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back against the headrest, his teeth coming to my neck. He kept me prone, unable to move, to think, as he began pumping his fingers inside me. There was no taking it slow with iktor. He thrust his fingers out to the tip and all the way to the base, curing his fingers toward my G-spot as he did. It was fast, it was intense, and the pain from the hold he had in my hair and the teeth on my neck was fucking good . I wanted him to hurt me, to punish me, to push me to the brink of pain.
Fuck, Callie. Where is this coming from? I pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the stretch, on the warmth building in my core.
"Yes," he barked. "Cum for me."
The pleasure built to near pain, the feeling so intense I involuntarily angled my hips away from his hand. But his hand followed the movement, his fingers plunging in and out faster, deeper, harder.
"I." He opened his fingers, stretching me further. "Said." He hooked his fingers, his nails grazing deep inside me, causing painful pleasure. "Cum." His palm brushed against my swollen clit. "Now."
I gritted my teeth. "Oh, God." My legs tensed, squeezing around his hand, fighting to push him out, while I came around him. My pussy clamped around his fingers, my juices running from me and soaking the sleeve of his jacket. My whole body convulsed, my legs and pussy spasming as he worked me through the orgasm, ringing every wave of pleasure from me. I collapsed on the car seat, my body aching as it came down from the most powerful orgasm a man had ever given me. But he didn't stop.
He slipped his fingers from me, only to press them to my aching bud. He used the slickness there to run the tips of his fingers over the bundle of nerves.
"I can't," I cried.
iktor tightened his grip on my hair, my neck aching from the angle, my scalp burning. "You will."
Fuck. It was the way he didn't give me a choice that had me shutting my mouth, tensing against the onslaught he was putting my pussy through. It wasn't that he wouldn't stop if I asked; I just didn't want him to stop.
I hissed through gritted teeth, a choked whine growing in intensity, filling the space around us. His fingers glided over me, using my juices to increase his speed. My breath caught in the back of my throat. He raised me to a precipice and left me balancing on the top as he worked me over. I teetered there, just on the edge.
He breathed in my ear, an evil chuckle slipping from him. He stopped rubbing, only to grab my clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to elicit a small scream from me. The scream built when he began rolling my clit between his fingers, the pain and pleasure so fucking intense that I grabbed a handful of his jacket to keep from exploding. I held him there, not wanting him to stop, but needing to get away from the intensity that was building. With one last painful squeeze, I screamed so loud that anyone who heard might have thought I was being murdered. But, fuck me, it didn't feel like that.
My pussy convulsed hard; it would have strangled anything inside. My clit throbbed, twitched painfully, begging him to let go. He squeezed me as I came, and came, and came, my scream turning into a long keen that ended in a sob.
"Good little kitten." iktor squeezed my clit for emphasis, before letting go. He sucked on his fingers, humming loudly.
I wound the window down slightly, closing my eyes as the wind washed over my face.
iktor's phone chimed, pulling me back into my senses real fast. My eyes flew open. I watched him grab his phone from his pocket, only now seeing how this had affected him too. He was hard in his jeans, his length looking painfully constricted. I knew he would have fucked me in the backseat if he hadn't been interrupted. He unlocked his screen, huffed, then put his phone back in his pocket.
"Gotta go," he said, pulling the car back onto the road. "Lucas is wondering why we're taking so long. I said Christmas rush, but they'll get suspicious if we don't get back soon."
"Oh, okay," I nodded, fixing my leggings. The crotch was soaked through. Thank God I'm wearing an oversized sweater long enough to cover my ass. No one will be the wiser. But I would be. Redness crept up my neck knowing that we would be around people in the grocery store after what we had done.
"Don't worry, little kitten. I'm not done yet." He kept his eyes on the road as he drove toward town, but his hand came to rest on my damp leggings long enough for him to feel the aftermath of his efforts. He chuckled, "I know you've imagined your pretty little mouth around my hard cock for days. It happens tonight."