14. Daire
Daire
The way Viktor moved was incredible, like he had perfect and unyielding control over everything in the world. He didn’t doubt whether he could lift me up or slip his shirt beneath me one handed.
He could do anything he set his mind to, and right that second, he’d set his mind to lowering me back onto the cavern floor and pressing me down with his ridiculously firm body.
Firm everywhere, and holy shit, that helped. His cock pressed against mine as his hips slid between my legs. Maybe it was just physical, but he wanted me, and—and right then, that was enough.
Because as lost as I was about this kind of stuff, Viktor was . . . Well, he’d been through more, and he’d had less, and when I’d kissed him, I’d had one thing in mind: I was going to give him everything that I’d dreamed someone might give to me.
This might not be what either one of us would have chosen, but if he really didn’t mind having me close, then there was no reason for this to be bad for either one of us. His story had made my heart ache, and I wanted to pour myself into him like that might fix it.
It wouldn’t, but—but no doubt he’d saved my life already, and he deserved the same softness and care I’d hoped for. If I wasn’t going to have it, then I’d do my best to give it to him.
I stroked his cheeks as we kissed. His beard was short and stubbly beneath my fingers, the planes of his face sharp. But goddess, his lips were so soft.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, and a strange buzzing warmth played at the corners of my jaw.
I opened for him, letting my tongue dance against his.
A rumble that wasn’t quite my own, but came from the satisfied wolf, played in my chest when I hooked my right leg behind his thigh and lifted my hips.
He rolled his own to meet my movement, and his cock dragged against mine, two hard shafts trapped between us.
I moaned and let my head fall back on his shirt. I met his eye and—and I thought . . . he was affected too. He had to be, because his lips were parted and swollen, and he was staring down at me like I was some startling thing.
Breathless, I smiled. “That feels so good,” I admitted, rocking against him again.
He gave me a little nod, his arms trembling as he held himself over me. He rolled his hips. His balls brushed against mine, and I let my eyes slide shut as I dragged him in for another kiss.
It was easy, like this, to let our bodies find their own rhythm. I wasn’t sure that I was doing this particularly well, but it certainly felt good, and from the precome Viktor dragged across my skin, it did for him too.
That didn’t mean that I was going to get presumptuous about things, though. He’d had plenty of decisions taken from him, and maybe it was annoying for me to keep checking in but . . . well, I’d rather be annoying than evil.
He broke our kiss to catch his breath, and I bit my lip against a smile. I liked the sight of him like this—flushed high in his cheeks and a little rumpled and sweaty. I reached up to tuck a messy lock of hair behind his ear.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
His mouth closed, but it wasn’t set in the same firm, serious line as usual. He nodded.
It felt wonderfully indulgent when I curled my fingers and let my knuckles skim down his neck, when I could feel his pulse hammering beneath my touch.
When he sighed, his eyes fluttered shut, and that was—he’d never know what a gift that was, to make him feel like he could take his eyes off of me and just enjoy the moment.
Yeah, I—I wanted sex to always be like this. I wanted to be generous, and maybe this didn’t mean all that I’d hoped it would when the day finally came, but his pleasure was enough for me. Just seeing him relax made me feel like I might be worthwhile.
“And can I kiss you?” I asked. “In other places . . . ”
Viktor opened his eyes again, confusion curling his lip and furrowing his brow. “If you . . . want to.”
I grinned up at him. Rather than respond right away, I leaned up to kiss his neck. His breath caught, and he let it out with a shudder as I suckled my way up to his ear and nibbled his earlobe. “I do.”
His mouth found mine again, but this time, I let my hands roam.
His back really was strong beneath my hands, and when I slipped my hands down to squeeze his ass .
. . goddess above, I really should’ve tried to get a better look at it.
I hated to think that he was all the more beautiful because of how hard his life had been, but I’d be damned if I gave him less because his story had broken my heart.
No, if anything, I meant to give him more.
I slipped a hand between us, skimming my fingertips over his abs and lower, until he ground his hips and the tip of his cock slid into the curve of my fingers. “Fuck, you feel nice,” I breathed against his lips.
He was thick and so hot in my hand. My fingers were sticky with droplets from both his cock and mine, but it wasn’t enough.
“Sit back?” I asked.
He sat up on his knees at once—really like a soldier, to follow orders so quickly.
Well, requests. I didn’t want to order him around at all.
When I rolled over onto my knees and eased him back to sit on the shirt, he scowled at me. But he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to question me.
I still had answers.
“I want to suck your dick.” I felt the heat flooding my face, but I managed to hold his eyes, his pupils blown so wide that the irises were just a little silver sliver around the pools of black. “Will you let me?”
This wasn’t about the awakening. As far as I knew, that needed to be, well, penetrative and mutual. I’d never heard of anybody getting awakened by giving a blow job, not that I thought anyone would tell me if they had.
But this was just . . . his cock felt nice, and I wanted to taste it. I wanted to make him happy. I’d imagined someone might want to do this to me sometime, and I just—I wanted it to be a part of this, even if it didn’t have anything to do with my awakening.
It’d take some time for Mother to find us, and frankly, if she managed to scry quickly and stumbled across us naked in a cave, me with my mouth full of werewolf dick, that’d serve her right. It wouldn’t save us, but right then, I didn’t care.
Viktor’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He inclined his head, and I swear, I must’ve been grinning like a fool when I crawled toward him.
I skimmed my hands over his chest, letting them slide down and down until I swept my thumb over his belly button.
His muscles flexed as he gasped again, and I felt such a swell of fondness that I wasn’t even embarrassed to say, “Thank you.”
Without pushing him over, I kissed his stomach, his side, the bend in his hip. I settled between his legs, my forearms tucked under his thighs and my elbows on the floor, and bent down to lave the flat of my tongue up the underside of his cock.
When I looked up, Viktor was watching intently, so I pulled my arm back and steadied him in my hand, holding his eye as I set my softened lips against the tip of him. I sucked and swirled my tongue, and his chest jumped with each ragged breath.
I’d take him apart if I could—a tall order for a virgin, sure, but I could try. I’d lick and suck and tease every inch of him. I’d use my lips to nip the vein that stood out on his shaft. I’d take him in as deep as I could and pull back with a pop when I came off him.
His taste was bitter and salty, and there was something heady and new. What I liked best was how heavy he felt on my tongue. Would he feel heavy inside me, or was that another sensation entirely?
I swallowed around him. I couldn’t take him in my throat, but still, when he pressed against the back of my mouth and I swallowed he made a strange, low sound that reverberated in my belly.
When his callused palm found my cheek, I looked up at him.
“It’s time to stop,” he said roughly, “unless I can awaken you by coming in your mouth.”
I almost wanted to try, but we might not have time for another round. When I pushed up on my arms, Viktor reached out for me, drawing me into his lap. He folded his legs, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You liked that?” I asked, a thready worry squeezing my voice tight, even if he’d just stopped me so he wouldn’t come.
“Yeah.” He leaned in to brush his lips across mine, his tongue stealing a quick taste of himself from my mouth. “I did.”
“Good, I—” I broke off when Viktor started to trace the corner of my mouth with his middle finger.
The pad of it passed over my lips, and I opened for him to slide it inside.
I sucked his finger just like I’d sucked his cock, and he pulled it free after I’d gotten it nice and wet. “I wanted you to.”
With my hands still on his shoulders, I leaned back. Viktor slipped his hand between us and I felt the slick tip of his finger against my ass before he swept it around, dragging my skin in a circle that sparked all kinds of feelings I didn’t know I had.
It was a totally different thing from touching my own ass, which had been . . . okay. It hadn’t made me whimper though. It hadn’t made me spread my legs wide over Viktor’s massive thighs and tilt my hips to beg for more of him.
But he kept teasing, circling and circling. He’d dip the tip of his finger inside, then pull it back and suck it into his own mouth.
Ideally, we’d have had lube. We’d have been prepared. But there was something sweet in the way he took his time with me now.
When he finally sank in to the knuckle, I rolled my hips, whining. I wanted more than this. Fuck, I was dizzy with the wanting. He needed to spread me open with the blunt tip of his cock and get on with it, but he didn’t.
He fucked me with his fingers while I rode his lap desperately. My cock bobbed. It pressed against his stomach and I whined.
Then he did something—some different way he pressed them inside of me—and I cried out. Precome gushed from the tip of my cock, and my legs shuddered.
He froze.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please. That felt—that felt really fucking good. Do it again.”
Fuck, the way he used his fingers had the tip of my cock slippery and shining. I leaned back, bracing my hands against his knees.
The way he looked me over then, his eyes sliding down my whole body, was hungry. I didn’t dare throw my head back, because I wanted to drink down that look and hold it inside me forever.
He wanted me.
Goddess, how much that look shattered me was pathetic, but I didn’t care. For this moment, he wanted me, and I wasn’t alone. He was touching me and making me feel good and I never wanted it to stop and I wanted—
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please. I need you to.”
His throat flexed again. Another swallow. Another nod.
Once he eased his fingers out of me, he held his cock steady. Impatiently, I tried to work myself down on it, but it was thick and I was—I . . . I didn’t know what I was doing, just that it was an absolute imperative that I get him inside me that very moment.
I’d maybe only taken an inch or two when Viktor let himself go. His broad hand cupped my ass, and he helped pull me down.
I struggled to keep my head up, to hold his eye as he entered me. I wanted to remember this, the way he looked and the way he felt all tangled up together. My arms shook. My legs squirmed in a way that was more desperate than useful.
And then he was in, and my balls felt so full and heavy, and I swear I couldn’t move even though it was the only thing in the world I wanted.
Still holding myself upright with my hands on his knees, I rolled my hips. Viktor gave a little groan, then he lifted me up and pulled me back down.
It was hot. Not figuratively, but the feeling of his skin inside. The stretch made it more so—like the discomfort translated right into a furnace, trapped between us.
“Fuck, Viktor,” I whined.
And just like before, we found our rhythm. I rolled my hips and he guided my body and it was—
It was a strange sort of bliss. Discomfort faded into something else that made me wish he would bury himself in me, that I could grind my balls against his groin and lose myself in this forever.
“So good,” I rasped. “Fuck, please—”
He wrapped his hand around my dick, and I cried out. I couldn’t keep my head up anymore, but let it fall back, let my body drag every bit of pleasure it could from him.
His other hand squeezed my ass as he stroked my dick. My toes curled, and the heat exploded. It shot through my balls then straight out my cock in streams that covered his fingers.
His breath hitched, the muscles in his abdomen clenching. His parted lips trembled, and he came too. Fuck, he was gorgeous when he came.
We stilled slowly, panting. My arms were trembling, but I didn’t trust myself to push upright. My body was spent.
“Viktor—” I whispered.
He knew, without me asking. He gathered me up in his arms and tipped me forward so I could fall on his chest. There, steady and safe, I caught my breath and tried to gauge if anything had changed.
I didn’t feel an awakening, not that I’d even know what that felt like. I just felt good.
But there was one thing witches learned early. In the little space between our bodies, with my head buried against his chest, I tried to call light to my fingertips.
Nothing.
I didn’t . . . even after that, I didn’t have magic.
A sick horror twisted through me that I’d—I’d pressed that on him for nothing. If I didn’t have magic, we were still screwed. Just now, I was exhausted. Even more useless than before.
Maybe it was because I’d stolen his wolf. Maybe Viktor wasn’t magic anymore, so he couldn’t awaken anyone.
Or—
With a shaky breath, I sat up.
“Give me your hands?”
He set them so they were cradled in mine. I hoped—well, I wasn’t sure what I hoped for.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked. “Just . . . imagine light filling your palms, like you’re cupping water.”
His brow knit for a moment, and there. There was that glow I’d expected.
My awakening hadn’t worked, because I’d . . . I’d awakened Viktor.
A tiny, punched-out breath escaped me, “Oh.”