ROWAN.
“What is wrong?”
I send a glance over my shoulder to see Viktor walking up to me, his hands going around my waist as he rests his head on my shoulder.
“It is no big deal,” I mutter as I turn off my phone.
“Rowan,” he calls quietly. “I can tell you are worried. What is it?”
“It is Lisa,” I say. “She just called to brief me on the going ons of the settlement and was also wondering when I will be back.”
“They know you are coming back tomorrow, don’t they?”
“Yeah…”
“Then why are they so anxious?”
I let out a heavy sigh before answering
“It is Dominic.”
“Of course, it is,” he mutters as he steps away to come lean on the banister with me.
It is the one connected to my bedroom, overlooking the pack.
“What did he do this time?” He asks.
“At first, he sent someone to come get me-”
“I am sorry, what?!” He exclaimed. “What do you mean by ‘get you?”
“You heard right. I was being summoned by the great Dominic Valor, himself.”
“Why?”
“No idea.”
“They didn’t say?”
“They didn’t ask and honestly, I approve.”
“There is no way he would have taken that well.”
“He didn’t. He came by himself.”
“Wow, that must have been serious.”
“Who cares? They continued to ignore him.”
“Yeah, that would piss him off.”
“Hopefully enough to make him commit a huge blunder.”
“Are you not curious at all?” He asks as he straightens to look at me. “Not even a little bit.”
“Not even in the slightest. In fact, what I am curious about is why you are interested in talking about him when I will be leaving tomorrow. We could be doing much more worthwhile things,” I tell him with a pout before leaning my hands on his shoulders and pulling myself up to his height, allowing me access to bite his neck playfully.
“Don’t remind me,” he grumbles as his hands find my shoulders and he coaxes my face away from his neck.
Before I can feel too disappointed, he seizes my mouth with his.
As I lean deeper into him, one of his hands slips up my neck and buries into my hair, the other one falling to my waist as he tugs my body against his.
“What things did you have in mind?” He asks as he whispers into my ear before he smashes the fronts of our bodies together.
He presses me back against the small dainty table, causing me to sit on the surface, my legs spread open and allowing him to settle his body between them and even as he does so, he expertly slips his tongue into my mouth.
My hands fall to his arms and I can feel his muscles move and ripple beneath my hands as I explore them, his chest, his back.
All too soon, I can feel his erection growing in his pants as he grinds against me. The friction from our clothes reaches my heat and I match the movement of his hips, desperate for the sensation it brings.
I brace myself with my hands on the edge of the table as he leans further into me, our kisses becoming more aggressive and our breathing labored.
He breaks away from me and our chests heave with labored breaths.
“Well?” he asks with a cheeky smile.
“Don’t toy with me, Viktor,” I warn him
And while I struggle to take a deep enough breath, he smiles as he takes a half step back and gets down to his knees in front of me.
Slowly, he begins to claw at my clothes, eager for them to be torn away from my body.
I don’t think I could ever get over the look in his eyes, the wonder that comes on his face every time he sees me naked.
It makes me feel shy.
Beautiful.
Loved.
Worshiped.
He finds the waistband of my pants and pulls them off quickly, setting them on the floor beside him.
I open my mouth to try and speak, to say something but I am quickly silenced when he connects his lips to my heat, the full sensation of his mouth being blocked by my underwear.
Whatever it is that I want to say vanishes.
And instead, what comes out of my mouth is a sound I don’t think I have ever made.
Something deep and guttural as my eyes flutter shut and I allow my head to fall back.
A groan escapes from deep within my chest, and it is hard to know if it was from the pleasure of his touch or from the frustration of wanting my underwear off.
“Stop playing with me,” I groan at him but he just responds with a groan of his own, burying his face deeper into my center.
I grind my hips against his mouth, feeling empty and desperate to be filled by him.
His hands come to grip my thighs, and then his right hand drifts toward my center. He touches me over my underwear, running his fingers along my crease and I can feel the cloth of my panties dampen as he does and I release another sound from deep within.
His mouth remains focused on my clit through them even as his fingers find the edge of them.
He breaks away from me again and I try to find his gaze, but he is focused on the task at hand.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” he whispers over my sensitized skin as he finds the top of my underwear and pulls them down my legs, his eyes never breaking from the place between my thighs.
“You,” I gasp out, mere seconds before his mouth connects to my clit again, and this time I buckle, all strength leaving my legs.
His right hand finds my crease and his fingers explore for my entrance. As his tongue dances against my clit, he wets his fingers with my wetness and begins to ease one inside of me.
And then another.
Without warning, he plunges his two other fingers inside me then without any warning and proceeds to fuck me with the while his mouth works on my sensitive mound.
Moans and sighs are coaxed from me as he works to pleasure me. I bury a hand into his hair and hold his head as my hips begin to shift against him.
Grinding against him
I feel the muscles in my body tighten as an orgasm approaches. And I clench around his fingers, trembling as the pressure builds and turns my legs into jelly.
And then…he stops.
He stops and pulls away.
My head snaps up in outrage as my eyes search for his.
“What… what are you doing?” I gasp out. “Why did you stop?!”
He doesn’t respond but instead gets to his feet and I watch as he finds the waistband of his sweats with his hands and shoves them down his hips.
His member is set free and I watch as it stands at attention, already leaking and ready.
He reaches for me and takes the hem of my shirt into his hands while I lift my arms for him to remove it.
I reach for his face again but he just evades and lifts me by my ass as he leads me into the room, my legs anchored around his waist with my breasts splayed in his chest.
As soon as I am placed on the bed, his hands instantly find and cup my breasts even as he settles his body between my legs.
It is so damn erotic.
Him kneeling between my thighs, while I lay flat and exposed for him to see.
His hands cupping my breasts, kneading them as he watches me writhe beneath him
From my position, I can feel his cock press against my center, feeling every twitch, every jump it makes when I write against him.
He grinds his hips into mine and I can feel his erection become slick with my wetness and it is only instinct for me to wrap a leg around his waist and pull him deeper against me, all so ready for him to bury himself inside.
“Please, please, please,” I beg. “Just fuck me already.”