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The light from the fireplace was lost in the bright lights from the old iron chandelier in the living room. We sat spread out over the comfy sofas, drinking spiced rum and listening to Christmas carols. I was curled up beside Dad, his arm slung over the back of the sofa. He laughed and chatted with his brother, his face brighter than I had seen in a long time. I was content in my silence, happy to sit back and watch my family enjoying each other's company.
I came to realize that I didn't want it to end. It was the best holiday I had had and I didn't want to go back to reality. I didn't want to go home to my boring, lonely life. I wanted to stay here, in our own little Christmas bubble, and forget about the world around me, even if it's just for a little while.
The sofa beside me shifted as Dad stood. He joined Mom on the other side of the room. His seat was taken a moment later, Viktor's heat boring into my soul when his thigh rested against mine. It was at that moment the light went out.
Startled cries were emitted from all sides of the room. The sounds of fumbling come thereafter. The light from the fire became the only light in the room, the orange flames a bright burn in the would-be darkness.
"I'll grab some candles," Uncle Andy said from behind me, his sudden voice pulling a small squeal from me.
I could hear Viktor's breathing, a constant, steady distraction. I found myself breathing in, and breathing out, matching his rhythm. I became lost in his presence. I could see him in the firelight if I turned my head, but knowing he was there without looking was bewitching. I focused on him, noticing every change in breath, every slight movement.
Chirk. Uncle Andy's face lit up at the back of the room as he lit a match. He held the popping flame to the wick of a candle. Aunt Olivia followed in behind him, placing more candles around. Together, they lit each one until the room was bright enough to see even the darkest corners. The room was aglow with warm oranges, shadows flickering on the walls. I chanced a glance at Viktor. Boy, was that a mistake. My breath caught. The candlelight illuminated the dark, chiseled features of his face, his stubble almost midnight black. He turned his head slightly, a single brow cocked in question. I shook my head, tearing my eyes from his.
"I have an idea," Aunt Olivia almost cackled. Lucas groaned dramatically but she ignored him. "Let's tell scary stories."
"Scary stories?" Mom asked. "Shouldn’t we be telling Christmas stories?"
No one argued. The silence could have been cut with a knife before Aunt Olivia had her aha moment. "Each scary story has to have a Christmas element to them."
"On that note," I stood from the couch in one swift motion, "I'm going to head to bed."
"Already?" Aunt Olivia and Mom questioned in unison.
"Gotta get my rest if I want to be alive bright and early for Christmas tomorrow." I dodged any further questions, grabbing a single candle before racing out of the room and up the stairs as casually as I could muster.
I reached my door, but before I could grasp the handle, I was pulled down the hall. My squeal of surprise was covered by a large hand over my mouth. I scraped my teeth over his palm, tasting his callused skin. Viktor pushed a door shut behind us, slamming me back against the door with his body. He ran his stubble along my cheek as he dropped the hand from my mouth.
"Did you think you could run from me, little kitten?" he purred in my ear.
"I wasn't running."
He pressed his body harder against me, his arousal evident. If I wasn't wearing pants he would have impaled me then and there. "Liar."
"I'm not ly-ahhh."
Viktor took one step back, the distance momentary. He thrust his hand past the elastic of my pajama pants, his fingers rough on my clit. "This is what I do to liars."
I tried to arch away from the onslaught but with the door hard against my back, there was nowhere to go. In my shock, I almost dropped the candle I held. With his free hand, Viktor pulled it from my fingers, placing it on a side table without breaking contact with my slick flesh. Once the candle had been discarded, he pressed his hand against my throat. His eyes bored into mine as he plunged his fingers into my pussy.
"So tight. So ready for me," he hissed through gritted teeth. "How am I meant to concentrate when you're always here, dripping wet and crying for my cock."
I wanted to scoff, to deny everything, but my clit throbbed every time I saw him, and knowing he was staying under the same roof had me sniffing him out every chance I got. He curled his fingers, hitting my right where I needed him. I ground my hips into his hand, riding his fingers until I was keening. I bit my lip, trying to keep the screams inside. My hands cramped at how hard I held his arms, begging him to go faster, to hit deeper, to wring every last breath from my lungs.
"Fuck," he groaned. "That's right, cum for me, little kitten."
My pussy spasmed, clamping his fingers inside me as I came hard enough to see stars. Viktor pulled his fingers from me, rubbing his calluses over my still throbbing clit, eliciting a cry from me.
"That's my girl," he snickered. He stood back, adjusting his pants against his hard cock.
I didn't know what came over me then, whether it was the high I was still on or the fact that he seemed to know that I had it hard for him, but whatever it was fueled my need. I didn't give my body any time to come down from that high. I pushed Viktor away from me. Shock flashed across his face before it was replaced with lust. He knew I wanted him and he was about to give me whatever the fuck I wanted. With my palms flat against his chest, I pushed him until his thighs hit the mattress.
"Sit," I demanded.
Viktor dropped to the bed, the frame groaning beneath him. His eyes never left me as I stood back. I pulled my sweater over my head, revealing that I had been wearing nothing underneath. Viktor's eyes glowed with hunger. I dropped my pajamas, wiggling my hips until they bunched on the floor. His eyes dropped to my thighs and the very evident wetness.
He fisted his hands on his thighs, clearly struggling to keep his hands to himself. I hadn't told him not to touch me, but the restraint was hot so I didn't tell him otherwise. Lifting my hands to my hair, I swayed my hips, dancing for him. His breathing became hoarse. He gritted his teeth as his eyes scanned my body, stopping at my tits, which were level with his face.
"Take off your top," I said, continuing to dance for him.
Viktor swallowed once. He pulled his top over his head, dropping it to the floor. His fingers worked at the button of his jeans. I didn't tell him to stop, licking my lips when his cock popped free. His pants stayed at his thighs, keeping his legs somewhat restrained. He lifted his hips to slide them down further, but I pushed his shoulders, stopping him. He raised a brow but didn't argue. He remained on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands as he watched me sway before him.
I took two slow steps toward him, popping my hips as I did. I splayed my hands over his chest for balance, throwing my leg over his to straddle him. I held my breath, lowering myself onto his hard length, and didn't stop until I had swallowed him to the hilt.
"Fuck." Viktor bucked up to meet me, taking my feet from the ground.
The head of him reached my cervix, bruising me slightly as I adjusted to him.
"Don't move," I gasped, "or I punish you."
Viktor's lips twitched upward. "How would you punish me?"
I contracted the muscles in my vagina, strangling his girth. "By denying you your desire."
Viktor's throat bobbed. "And what is it I desire, little kitten?"
I thrust my hips once. "For me to ride you until you forget your own name."
The muscles in his thighs tensed but he did not move. I leaned back with my hands on his knees, rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove him crazy.
"Callie," he drew out. "Fuck, Callie, come on."
"Touch me," I cried, needing his hands on me after all.
He didn't need to be asked twice. Viktor sat up, pulling me to his chest. I used his shoulders as leverage, rocking my hips harder and faster, chasing a hot feeling that built deep inside my core. I threw my head back as I rode him, my tits pressed to his face. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting softly. I cried out, his bites sending sparks straight to my clit. Viktor splayed his hands under my ass, his strong arms lifting me up and down on his shaft. I laced my fingers through his hair, fisting the strands. My other hand snaked around his back, my fingers curled as I clawed at him.
"Right there," I moaned, tilting my pelvis to take him even deeper. "Right there. Don't stop."
Viktor's muscles were tensed beneath me. An explosion of raw senses shot from my core, my orgasm coming out of nowhere. I screamed, uncontrollably squeezing my thighs, my fingers digging in and drawing blood. Viktor roared, his cock spasming inside me, his cum spurting hard enough to feel it in my cervix. He pressed his face to the crook on my neck, his orgasm long and drawn out. I squeaked in shock at the sharp sting at the base of my throat. His breath was hot, his tongue calming. Did he bite me again?
I sat back, my brow wrinkling in question when I met Viktor's eyes. His were dark, but I could have sworn there was a slight glow around his irises, but it was gone in a second. A small drop of blood sat at the corner of his mouth, evident that he had bitten me. He opened his mouth, surely to apologize, maybe to come up with some excuse, but I stopped him by smashing my lips against his. The taste of my blood mingled with the taste of him , as our tongues collided. I ran my tongue over his teeth, his canines strangely sharp.
The bedroom door burst open, ripping me from the moment.
"Viktor, I'm bored..." Lucas paused.
I gasped, falling from Viktor's lap as I tried to cover myself. Viktor stood from the bed, nonchalant as he pulled a sheet from the bed and draped it over me, helping me stand from the floor.
"Lucas," I cried, finding my cousin paused in the doorway. "I can explain." The power chose that very second to come back, bringing his shocked eyes into full view.
Viktor bent to retrieve his pants from the ground, stepping into them as he spoke. "Lucas."
Lucas said nothing, his eyes flicking from Viktor to me. My skin heated, my eyes filling with unshed tears. Please don't hate me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
" I knew it !" Lucas whooped, a huge grin spreading over his face, childish laughter bubbling from him. "I freaking knew it!"
"You're not mad?" I breathed.
"Of course I'm not mad. I could practically taste the sexual tension coming from the two of you for days."
My blush spread at his admission. "I thought I was being subtle."
"As subtle as a brick to the face," Lucas laughed as Viktor said, "As subtle as a freight train."
I glowered at them both. "Funny." Wrapping the sheet tighter around my body, I shouldered past them and retreated to my room, the blush remaining. "Subtlety was never a talent of mine."
"You're telling me!" Lucas called down the hall.