Page 46 of Viktor

“I don’t think I’ve ever met such a beautiful woman.” His intense gaze burned through her.

“Viktor, I—’

He silenced her words, his lips pressed to hers. Waverly kissed him back, her palms sliding up his chest until her hands wrapped behind his neck. With her fingers tunneled into his hair, she completely let go, losing herself in his devastating kiss.

“Viktor,” she cried as he peppered kisses down her shoulder. The thought of his fangs slicing into her skin, with him deep inside her, flashed in her mind. Beg him. It was the only way he’d bite her.

Waverly arched her back as he tore the sheets open exposing her flesh, his mouth traveling over her collarbone and down her chest. His lips brushed over her nipple, and she released a gentle sigh as his tongue swirled around its tip.

She teased her fingers through his hair as he settled between her legs. Her body exposed to him, every nerve in her body was on alert. His warm breath teased her thigh, sending desire threading through her entire body.

His palm brushed over her mound and she tensed, desperately seeking his touch.

“Mo chroí. It’s time for my dessert,” he growled.

A shiver ran through her as he dragged his tongue over her clit. She clutched the sofa as his thumb stroked through her wet folds.

“Viktor,” she cried as he drove a finger deep inside her.

She writhed in pleasure, her breath ragged. He sucked her swollen bead into his mouth, plunging his fingers in and out of her pussy. Waverly wanted so badly to restrain her release but as he curled his finger inside her, teasing her sensitive strip of nerves, she lost control.

Her hips bucked up into his face, her fingers tunneling through his hair. She screamed, seized by a rush of sheer ecstasy. Her body shook in release, gasping for breath as the waves of orgasm rippled through her.

Waverly’s mind spun in confusion, her body still tingling from her climax. As Viktor moved upward to kiss her, her pulse raced. She wanted him to take her in every possible way, to devour her body, her blood. The sight of his fangs hidden behind his sexy smile, terrified and excited her all at once. She couldn’t deny her dark desire, the yearning to give herself to him.

“Viktor…I want you...please—” she gasped as his erection pressed between her legs. “Bite me…I—”

A stranger’s voice boomed from the hallway. Waverly froze in shock, her attention drawn to a large man staring at them from the doorway.

“Get out,” Viktor growled, promptly covering her with the sheet.

“She’s a fine one. Perhaps you’ll share?” The ruggedly handsome vampire looked to Waverly, his fangs still bared. “I’m Greyson.”

“No.” Waverly defensively clutched the sheets to her chest.

In a flash, Viktor sprang off the sofa, crushing the stranger into the wall. “She’s mine.”

The man gave a hearty laugh in response. “Jesus Christ, Viktor. What the fuck is your problem? I’m just takin’ the piss out of ya.”

“Get out.” Viktor shoved him toward the door and turned his back, waving him off. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Lovely meeting you, bird.” Greyson nodded to her.

“I’m sorry, love.” Viktor stood in front of Waverly, protectively blocking her from the gruff vampire’s view.

“You know him?” Her gazed burned with fire, both angry and terrified.

“Yes, yes I do.” Viktor glared at Greyson.

The vampire eyed Waverly with curiosity and gave a sardonic laugh. “You brought a human to your home? Interesting.”

“Out. Now!” Viktor yelled.

Waverly glanced to the knife that sat next to the food on the table. But as she looked back to the stranger, he’d disappeared. “What is happening?”

“It’s all right. That’s Greyson.” Viktor returned to the sofa and sat next to her.

“Why is he here? In your house? In your bedroom?” she asked, her voice escalating.