Page 79 of Viktor

“Please, oh God, please.” She glanced back to Viktor, his sharp teeth visible in the dim light. She may not have understood the urgency, the pure agony until that moment, but she craved his bite and the erotic pleasure only he could give her.

“Say it.” With his one hand on her breast, and his other teasing her clit, he opened his mouth, his fangs hovering over her neck.

“Do it,” she breathed, her pussy aching for release. “Please Viktor, bite me. I want this. I want you. Only you. Please, yes.”

“You belong to me, mo chroí. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,” she panted. “Please.”

“Always,” he whispered, his breath on her neck.

“Oh God,” she cried out as he thrust deep inside her, filling her pussy, his fangs slicing into her flesh. The sting of the pain shattered into bliss. Waverly shuddered in his arms; her body rocked in climax as he drove himself inside her.

As her blood flowed into his mouth, and her body seized with a glorious ecstasy she’d never experienced, she knew the truth of her destiny. Her life would never be the same. She’d been claimed by Viktor Christianson. My vampire.

Waverly stared at her reflection in the mirror and brushed her fingers over her neck. The skin had healed, yet a faint scar remained. His mark. Bonded. Or at least partially. Aside from being delightfully sore, she didn’t feel any different, look any different.

Waverly brought her hand to her abdomen and reflected. No children, he’d warned her. She’d never given a thought to getting pregnant. Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if her biological clock hadn’t started ticking. Perhaps she hadn’t been in love with the right man…but now she’d found him.

Still very much within the human realm, fully understanding the paranormal eluded her, the only thing she knew for certain was that her infatuation with the vampire bordered on obsession. Logic had warned her against falling hard. But caught in an avalanche, she fell helplessly, praying her heart would stay in one piece.

Waverly wrapped a scarf around her neck and donned a soft leather jacket, still wondering what else in her life would change. Though she’d been born human, she’d begun to let down her guard, open her mind to the universe, and she wondered if her spiral into the paranormal had been meant to be. Denying her visions protected her within the human realm, but instinct told her that embracing them could protect her from whatever evil would come her way.

After nearly an hour in the limo, Waverly had grown anxious. No matter what pep talk she’d given herself, the reality was that Teagan was still missing and her own life was in danger.

“I’ve done a little digging on this Adam Strommell,” Rafe offered, breaking her contemplation.

“Why were you looking him up? I told you he’s a colleague.”

“Because even though you went to grad school together,” he gave her a sly smile, “there’s always a chance he’s undercover.”

“Undercover as what? He was a student just like me,” Waverly said in confusion.

“Sometimes vampires take over other people’s lives. They find someone who’s died years ago. Then they start again with a new persona. Or a modified version,” Viktor answered. “Any supernatural can do it.”

“Are you saying you think Adam is a vampire?” Waverly pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. “There’s no way.”

“He’s not a vampire. That’s the research Rafe did,” Greyson replied.

“He could be something else,” Rafe suggested.

“He is something else. He’s human.” Waverly tightened her lips, her anxiety building with each minute. “He doesn’t know you all are coming. When he texted earlier with the address, I just said I’d be here. Please be cool.”

“Cool as a cucumber.” Viktor smiled at her.

“No blood. No fighting.” Waverly looked to each of them, attempting not to laugh. It wasn’t funny but at the same time, the level of crazy in her life drove her to find humor in the moment.

“Why do humans always think we’re the problem?” Viktor laughed.

“Um, you’ve already shown your, uh, lack of anger management,” she pointed out.

“Greyson gave a hearty laugh. “My brother was always quick with his sword.”

“It’s as true now as it was five hundred years ago. I have no time for idiocy. Or lies,” Viktor mused.

“Life is complicated.” Greyson fiddled with the buckle of his black leather jacket.

“But it doesn’t have to be. It can be delightfully predictable, and pleasingly full of adventure, luxury. Pleasure.” Viktor flashed Waverly a knowing smile.