Chapter 182
Vikter fought the anger riding his veins. He’d wanted to destroy Drayken. His own family. Even though Drayken told him he hadn’t been looking to harm Becca, Vikter’s dragon didn’t give a fuck. He needed to be dead. If Vikter hadn’t gotten caught up in the tree branches, he’d have killed his cousin.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, watching her in the reflection of the window glass.
“Yes, I do. You saved my life,” she said, glancing at her hands and then at his shoulders. “No one has ever done something like that before.”
“Been abducted by a lot of dragons in the past, have you?”
She jerked her gaze to his head and glared.
“No. You know, you’re a real asshole,” she said. “I let go of all the crap you said and try to show appreciation, and you’re still being a jerk.”
He turned to face her. Her eyes widened, her gaze clashing with his.
“I’m a jerk?”
She nodded, taking a step to the side.
“Yes. You are. I’m a pretty laid-back person, but you’ve managed to piss me off at every turn since I met you.”
“I said you don’t need to thank me, and you don’t. I’d have fought him to my death if it meant saving you,” he stated flatly.
Her brows drew down, and she closed the distance between them.
“Do you see what you are doing?”
She lifted a hand and poked him in the chest with her index finger.
“You say shit like that and then tell me you want to keep things casual.”
He grabbed her by the arms and pressed her against the glass.
“I can’t give you more than that. It’s impossible.”
Anger flashed in her eyes.
“You know something? Fuck you. I’m done trying to understand you. These games you play where you act like you want me more than anyone else, only to push me away? They’re fucking exhausting, and I don’t have the patience for it. I’m going back to Earth.”
She wiggled to get out of his hold but couldn’t, so she glared at him harder.
“Let. Me. Go.”
He should. He would only make things worse by holding on to her. She needed to distance herself from him. But he didn’t care what he should do at the moment. Fuck being nice. He wanted Becca. Her sweetness and understanding had ensnared his heart.
“No.”
She opened her mouth, ready to say something he knew she’d later regret. His head dropped, his lips taking hers in a hungry kiss—a kiss he’d been unable to ignore since the last time he’d had her body in his grasp.
His need for her felt overwhelming, like he was losing himself without her. Every emotion she pulled out of him had filled him with desperation.
She fought him at first, pushing his body, but her anger redirected the moment he plunged his tongue into her mouth. A soft moan sounded from her. She raked her nails over his shoulders, gripping and squeezing.
Lust hazed his thinking. He yanked at her clothes, tearing at the material and touching her everywhere he could. Their kiss turned wilder, bolder. Tongues mated, he groaned, and she sighed.
He cupped the heavy weight of her breasts, grazing his thumbs over her nipples, tightening the tiny buds.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he licked and nipped his way to her tits. She arched her back, offering them to him. He laved her warm skin and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God!”
She gripped his short hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
There was so much beauty in watching her enjoy his mouth on her breast, sucking and fondling until she squirmed from foot to foot. He let go of her tit, continuing his trek down to her soft belly. He bit the smooth area around her belly button, licking and sucking the little hole.
“Ah, fuck, that feels good,” she mumbled.
He kneeled between her legs, mesmerized by the heat of her pussy and the delectable scent of her desire.
He glanced up and licked his lips. Her beautiful curves glowed with perspiration. He wanted to kiss his way up her body and claim every dip on her.
“Hang on,” he said.
She opened her eyes and looked around until she saw two leather straps hanging to either side of her head. She looped her arms through the openings and gripped the leather tight.
“Vikter,” she moaned. “This will take little effort on your part if you keep me waiting much longer. I’m so close.”
She gasped when he ran a finger between her lips into her pussy.
“So close.”
Becca clung to the leather straps for dear life. She was going to lose her mind if Vikter didn’t do more than tease her.
“I love your scent,” he inhaled and pressed his nose into her pussy. “I want to spend all night fucking you with my tongue. Making you scream.”
“Please,” she said breathlessly.
He grabbed one of her large thighs and draped it over his shoulder, making her pelvis tilt toward his face. Then he did the same with the other, until her back was pressed on the glass and she was using the leather straps to hold herself upright.
Suddenly, he started to stand.
She squealed.
The leather straps shortened the straighter he got, until he was standing at full height, her arms pulled above her head and his face in her pussy.
She leaned back farther, wiggling her lower body closer to his mouth.
He held her up by her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy flush against his lips as if she weighed next to nothing. He didn’t even lose his breath standing with her on his shoulders.
“Vikter,” she gasped. “Are you insane?”
He licked at her inner thigh and glanced up.
“Why would I be insane?”
“I’m a really heavy girl,” she stated matter-of-factly. “You’re going to hurt yourself holding me up like this.”
A slow, wicked grin spread over his lips.
“Heavy? Maybe on sarcasm,” he chuckled. “You’re so small. I could hold you like this all day.”
He rubbed his nose on her clit, and she saw stars.
“I just might, too. It’s a beautiful view I’ve got.”
He nipped at one of her pussy lips and grunted.
“And you taste better than any sweet. Fucking perfect.”
She groaned. He tongued her pussy like he was reaching for her fucking soul. Her belly quivered, and her pussy throbbed.
“Vikter, I need more. I need you.”
He rumbled, sucking her clit and sending vibrations shooting up her back.
“God, Vikter!”
She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking.
“I want you fucking me. Your cock thrusting deep, stretching me until I can take no more.”
She glanced down and met his bright, golden gaze as he pressed his mouth over her clit.
“I want you to come in me. I want to feel you. All of you. Every drop of your cum making my body your home.”
He sucked her clit harder, sending her over the edge. She gripped the leather and screamed, angling her head back and pressing her pussy against his mouth. Tides of bliss shook her to the core.
He lowered her slowly, the leather once again extending.
Once she was on the ground, he held her up by the waist until she was loose of the straps.
She curled her legs around his waist and pressed her mouth to his. Good God, the taste. It was sexy as hell to taste herself on his lips.
She licked his mouth, his face, and jaw. Fuck. She wanted to lick him from head to toe.
“Take me to bed,” she ordered between kisses.
He turned, carrying her to the edge of his massive bed. It had to be twice the size of a regular king, with enough space to hold more than a few bodies. Either he liked his space in bed, or he held orgies on the regular.
She’d rather think the former than the latter.
He placed her on the bed, and she scooted to the center, bent her finger, and motioned him forward.
“Come here.”
He smiled and followed her to the center of the bed.
“Have something in mind?”
She licked her lips and stroked her gaze down his body. He had such an amazing physique—athletic, with enough muscle to make a woman drool. Her vision shot down to his massive erection. Lord have mercy. He was hard, and beads of pre-cum gathered at the head of his cock.
“I have a very big something in mind.”
She grinned.
She pushed him back. His head hit the pillows, and she knelt between his legs. She loved that look of confusion on his face.
“What are you doing?”
She lowered her head to his dick, licking around the rim. He groaned, and she smiled.
“I’m getting a taste of you.”
She curled her tongue around his cock and licked up his shaft.
“Mmmm.”
His hips bucked, pushing his cock into her lips.
“Fuck. Your mouth is so hot,” he grunted. “Your tongue is so soft and wet.”
He pushed her hair out of his view and held it behind her head.
“Do it, Becca. Suck my cock with your beautiful mouth. Stroke your sexy tongue over me.”
She opened wide and took him down her throat—well, as much of him as she could. The reality was he was long and thick. Still, she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her mouth.
“That’s it. Suck me,” he said in a rough voice. “Do it, and I’ll fuck your pretty little pussy.”
She pulled back, letting him slide out of her lips, full of her saliva. Then she took him in again, farther than before. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.
“Yes,” he encouraged, gripping her hair tighter.
The only sound to be heard was wet suction noises from her.
“That sound is so fucking sexy when you make it.”
She propelled back and swished her tongue over his slick length from side to side. He thrust into her mouth, pulling and pushing her head over his cock. His body tensed.
Instead of slowing, s
he sped up.
He grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, trying to go deeper into her mouth. She grasped his shaft with one hand, jerking and sucking while she fondled his balls with the other hand.