34. Daire
Daire
After dinner, I slipped my hand into Viktor’s and led him upstairs. No, he likely didn’t need the help to navigate his own home, but he’d seemed a little woozy, a little off, all day long.
Goddess knew he’d earned his exhaustion. He’d saved Aleks’s hand, and he didn’t have a werewolf’s stamina to support him through it.
I was worried about him. It wasn’t uncommon for a witch to overexert themself and lose consciousness. Weirdly, I trusted Viktor to know his limits. I just thought he was pretty likely to push past them.
And, well, I still wanted to be there to catch him no matter what. It might look ridiculous because no part of me had ever been a particularly impressive physical specimen the way he was, but I was a werewolf with his wolf. Surely, he wouldn’t let me drop Viktor.
When we got to his bedroom, I shut the door and bit my lip. “I know we talked about . . . tonight. And, don’t get me wrong, I’m still so down, but today’s been kind of a lot. How are you feeling?”
Viktor turned to me, tilting his head like I’d just asked the most absurd question possible. “I’m fine. We can still have sex.”
If it weren’t for the faint uptick in his heartbeat and the soft coloring in his face, I might mistake his reserve for ambivalence. Instead, I just smiled.
“How about this—I’ll give you a back massage, and you just relax. If you still feel like fucking afterward, I’ll top you like my life depends on it. And if you don’t . . . next time. Deal?” I thought there was a solid fifty-fifty chance he drifted off while I massaged him.
Viktor scowled at me, and I didn’t know if he was going to tell me that didn’t work for him, but he didn’t say anything as he peeled off his shirt and dropped his jeans. I led him to the bed and encouraged him to lie on his front.
Sitting on his backside, I dragged the heels of my palms up his back. He was tense all over, but there was something nice about getting to touch him like this—just to bring him ease, not necessarily working toward something more.
I kneaded his stiff body until he went pliant beneath me, but if his little sighs were anything to go by, he hadn’t fallen asleep yet. His breath hitched when I squeezed his ass cheeks, and I chuckled. “Should I read into this?” I asked as he lifted his hips minutely.
He made a quiet sound in his throat, and when he caught my eye over his shoulder, he nodded.
With his legs bending up, it was all too easy to slip a pillow beneath his hips. This spread his legs wider. His strong thighs were made of perfect curves, his ass infuriatingly round and firm. And then his hole, nestled between his perfect cheeks and hidden away.
Nobody else had seen him like this. Just me. And I wanted to take care of him.
I shed my clothes and found the oil we’d used the night before. Once I slicked my fingers, I traced them around his hole. For a little while, I was happy to tease him and make sure he stayed relaxed. When I finally sank inside, he groaned.
Then, I curled my finger. His body gave a little jolt, and I smiled. “It’s nice, right?”
He hummed, and I didn’t think Viktor was going to all the sudden find words, especially when he was vulnerable like this.
But he was, and I meant to enjoy it.
I prepped him slowly, until his hips wiggled with impatience and he tugged at the sheets. When he’d gone soft for me, I slicked my dick up.
Steadying it with one hand, I pushed inside him to the feeling of his low groan resonating in my chest. He was tight around me, but slick with oil and warm inside.
“Oh, wow.” I slid my hands up the curve of his lower back, up his sides. I spread my fingers across his ribcage, which shook with quiet laughter.
“What’s funny?” I asked, pressing my weight forward so that when I draped over him, I sank deeper inside, and when I stretched, I could brush a kiss across the back of his shoulder blade.
“Wow,” he echoed, his voice every bit as awe filled as mine had been. When he turned his head against the mattress, I could see the corner of his smile. Maybe he was still exhausted and loopy, but I didn’t mind as long as his smile was real.
I snorted against his spine and raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever been buried balls deep in your perfect ass?”
I rolled my hips and slipped my hand between the pillow and his rigid cock. There wasn’t enough room to get a good grip, but the curve of my fingers gave him something to rut against when I fucked him.
He groaned, turning to muffle the sound in the sheets beneath him. With a grin, I swiped my thumb across the head of his cock, dragging the little drop of precome to swirl around his head.
“See? You haven’t. Trust me, ‘wow’ doesn’t cover half of it. You feel so good around me, squeezing—” My breath caught when his ass flexed, and a quiet, playful growl rumbled through my chest. I nipped his skin and rolled my fingers against his dick. “So good for me.”
I rode him like that, the slick, tight heat of his ass squeezing all around me. The sounds he made came from low in his belly and he muffled them against the bed. I wished we were alone in the house, that I could drive him mad and neither one of us would worry about how much noise we made.
The only thing that kept me from lavishing praise on him was that someone in the house would hear every word, and I didn’t think Viktor would appreciate that kind of audience.
If I were taller, if I could take him from behind and whisper in his ear—
Well, we couldn’t always have everything we wanted, but I was pretty fucking close.
At first, I rolled my hips in slow, deep, even strokes.
I wanted him to feel every inch of himself, and me inside him.
Just like everything else about him, Viktor’s cock was bigger than mine, but I was glad of it.
I didn’t have to worry so much about hurting him, and since he’d never done this before—well, I was damn sure I was going to get the job done.
But the heat that swelled between us, dragging me into his body over and over, seized my senses.
I watched his fingers splay against the sheets, wide and rigid before a shudder worked its way through his body.
His hands clenched into fists, twisted in the sheets, and his cock jerked against my hand, spilling all over my fingers and the pillow which was going to end up tossed on the floor at some point.
Grinning victoriously, I dragged my hand off his spent cock to grip his hip. A few more thrusts, and I followed right after him, burying deep as waves of pleasure crested through me.
I laughed breathily and tumbled forward, squeezing him from behind as I pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Yeah, I’d do that again,” I said, dragging kisses along his spine. “Any time you want.”
Viktor rumbled something that sounded like assent, and I couldn’t get the smile off my face if I tried.
I slipped free of his body to a soft hiss from him, and wrapped my arms around his waist.
Perfect, perfect, perfect, and the only reason I had him at all was that my mother had stolen his wolf.
When I gave it back, what then? I hoped for more of this, but that was an awful lot to ask for.