368- Consumed by Desire
POV Viktor Averwyn:
“Viktor… son… Viktor…”
Someone squeezed my arm, pulling me out of that fascination, that turmoil. I looked at Daciana in front of me, finally returning to reality.
“You haven’t eaten anything yet. Do you want me to fix you a plate?”
“No.” My voice came out low and rough.
She looked from me to Seraphine, who was watching me from afar. I avoided her, not wanting to lose control again. Especially noticing that Daciana seemed worried, and others were watching us.
A certain embarrassment hit me for exposing myself like that in front of them. It hadn’t been enough to growl at Ionuț—I had clearly become obsessive.
I pushed myself away from the tree, tense.
“I’m tired. I’ll stop by the office to make sure everything’s fine and then head home.”
“Yes, you need to take care of yourself. Everything will work out. Don’t worry so much.”
I kissed the top of her head, turned my back on the source of my imbalance, and waved to a few villagers who said goodbye. I walked away without looking back, fighting my desire. Fighting myself.
Emil assured me the attacks had ceased for now, and I headed to the castle. It irritated me to imagine other wolves admiring her at that very moment. But I doubted that after tonight, any of them would risk coming near her and getting on my nerves.
In my suite, I took a long shower and lay down naked, still aroused, her image in my mind. Of course, I couldn’t fall asleep—my wolf restless and irritated, me almost cursing myself.
How was I supposed to resist any longer in that torment, with her scent stealing my peace? If she came near me at that moment, I would definitely lose control. And that was agonizing.
Jasmina hadn’t died when she slept with two wolves and even got pregnant by one. She was related to Seraphine. Their genetics should be similar. But what if they weren’t? If I took this further and she got sick, I would never forgive myself. It already hurt just thinking about it.
Agitated, I kicked the sheet away, not knowing what to do anymore.
I needed to sleep, to calm down. But time dragged on, my heart pounding against my chest, my erection threatening to grow, my blood restless.
When I was about to get dressed and go back to her, her scent grew stronger. I sharpened my hearing and caught the soft sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.
My eyes burned, my fangs threatening to emerge. I held them back, but I jumped out of bed like a caged animal. There was no reason or restraint that could stop me then.
I flung the door open just as she approached. She froze in the hallway, startled to see me appear naked, erect, growling low.
“Viktor…”
“You are mine.”
I grabbed her arm and dragged her inside, slamming the door behind us and pulling her against me. Starving, I took what I wanted all night long.
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POV Seraphine Valerian:
My heart pounded wildly as I climbed the castle stairs, wrapped in dimness and silence.
I felt Viktor’s presence in every part of me, throbbing—just like the longing since he left the bonfire and walked away without looking back.
It was a strange, inexplicable need. As if, in some way, he could give and take half of me. It bound me to him without control or understanding. It simply was that way.
I crossed the long corridor, thinking about the terrible night ahead, knowing he was so close and yet unreachable. It hurt. It angered me. Then suddenly, the door burst open, and he appeared.
Everything exploded inside me at the sight of him. Large, naked, growling. Man and beast in one, his golden eyes burning me like living fire, his nostrils flaring with need. That alone made me stagger, overwhelmed, intoxicated by desire. To the point of wanting to beg him to do anything to me—just not leave me alone.
I didn’t have to. His strong hand grabbed me, lifted me off the ground, and threw me into his room, where a lamp was lit, its yellow glow flickering across the stone walls. I saw him fully and trembled, completely enchanted and desperate.
“You are mine.”
I was. Entirely—from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my hair. In my blood, my skin, my core. Outside and inside, always. His. Only his.
I whimpered as that realization struck me, only to dissolve when I collided with his naked body and was devoured by his hungry, intoxicating mouth. I dissolved in euphoria and joy, in a pleasure that melted me to the bone.
I attacked him back. Hands on his flesh, tongue in his mouth. Colliding with powerful muscles and burning heat, surrendering to the kiss I needed to survive—more than water or food. Only him was enough.
Viktor lifted me, his arms wrapped around my hips, carrying me as he devoured me, growling. Ready, massive, hard. A male in his most primal, animal essence, making me easy prey—submissive.
I clung to him with nails and teeth. Bit his lips, moaned in anticipation. Tangled his hair and purred against his stubbled jaw. When he fell over me on the bed, I opened completely. And melted, ready, throbbing to be filled.
He grabbed the front of my dress and tore it open violently from top to bottom, buttons flying, fabric ripping apart. I cried out as he lowered his mouth to my chin, biting and sucking, his hands yanking down my bra and gripping my breasts.
I threw my head back, trembling beneath him, touching his hot, firm skin.
“Ah!”
I cried out when he pressed my breasts together and rubbed his beard against my sensitive nipples, quickly taking one into his mouth. He sucked hard, and a bolt of sensation shot straight through me, down to my aching core, releasing heat that soaked my panties.
He devoured my nipples, biting one, pulling the other, in a rush of sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure. I dug my nails into his back and writhed in broken sobs.
“Please… ah… please…”