392- Marked Beneath the Storm
POV Seraphine Valerian:
“Mom!”
He shouted in despair and I sprang to my feet, letting his coat fall to the ground without even noticing.
My heart pounded hard as I watched him seemingly trapped in a trance, claws and fangs out, snarling at the empty air before him.
“Viktor!” I cried out, full of worry, though keeping a certain distance.
He froze, nostrils flaring, his gaze suddenly turning toward me. They were golden, burning, fixed.
Ever since those strange visions had started, he had become tense and rigid, expression furious, lips moving as though speaking softly to someone. Then it got worse, half-transformed, radiating rage.
I wanted to run to him and wake him, but feared he wouldn’t recognize me and would mistake me for whatever haunted his mind. Now I realized he was back, and I took a few careful steps closer.
“Can you see me, Viktor?”
He released the breath filling his chest, relaxing slightly from his attack stance. He nodded, and I finally approached him.
“What happened?”
He stretched slightly and retracted his claws and fangs. His eyes remained that molten gold that always showed when his emotions became too intense and his beast lingered close to the surface.
I stopped in front of him, trapped in that gaze. I spread my hands over his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath my palms, watching a vein pulse in his temple.
Nervous. Shaken.
He said nothing, only staring at me, those handsome masculine features darkened, the rage still there. But he pulled me tightly against him while a cold wind struck us and the leaves whipped around endlessly. His warmth enveloped me.
“Did I say something?”
“Yes. You screamed for your mother.”
“Fuck…”
“What happened? Why did it look like you were fighting?”
“I’m remembering.”
Strong fingers pressed into my back, pulling me so tightly against him that my breasts flattened against the steel of his chest.
Viktor burned with tension, and the moment I lifted my eyes, I saw his blazing stare. I swallowed hard, sensing he was trapped in some war of emotions, a collision between realities.
“Tell me. Come on, try to calm down.”
I guided him back to where I had been sitting, in the low grass beside one of those strange stones. Though rigid, he let me lead him and sank down beside me.
I climbed into his lap facing him, holding his angular face, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingers. I stared into his eyes.
“What did they do to your mother?”
“They killed her.”
“My God…”
I hugged him again.
He dragged me tighter until my entire body fit against his, crushing me close. Then he told me everything, his voice deepening into something almost like a growl, the rage still so intense it seemed ready to explode, prickling from his skin into mine.
He spoke of Lucian’s and Konrad’s family betrayal, of his brothers, of his parents’ suspicions. And how he knew they had been murdered that day.
“They wanted us alive. I heard them order my capture, not my death. They recovered my brothers and raised us apart, like strangers. Somehow, Edric and Aldren recognized each other. They were always close. But I forgot them, and they forgot me.”
There was guilt in his voice. I watched him, hating to see him shaken like that.
Those yellow eyes looked aflame, waves of energy crackling around him.
“They did something to you, Viktor.”
“I know. I killed that bastard Konrad. Now Lucian and those old fuckers are next!” he snarled.
“They were together?”
“Without a doubt. Still are. Fuck! And my daughter is there with that bastard!”
“Calm down, my love…”
Nervously, I embraced him again. I could feel he was on the verge of getting up and doing something reckless. Daciana had told me how he’d nearly attacked Cezar and almost run off trying to reach Tharengard.
Not knowing how to stop him, how to rip that desperate pain from his chest, I held his face and kissed him with everything I had. My worry, my pain, my love. Deeply.
He growled, thrusting his tongue hungrily into my mouth. In a second he spun me roughly and threw me onto the ground, settling himself between my legs.
The wind hurled leaves over us, lifted dirt into the air, created an icy current around us. Thick raindrops fell, announcing a storm. The world ready to collapse around us and the two of us starving for each other, locked together in a kiss that sent us spinning even harder.
I deliriously lost myself in pleasure and emotion, fighting to pull him entirely toward me and drag him out of the storm inside him. When he grabbed my breasts and his erection swelled against the junction of my thighs, I completely unraveled. Forgetting even my own name.
Viktor yanked my pants down, panties and all. I stroked him, trembling, biting his lips. He growled while pulling off my shirt as I kicked away my sneakers. I didn’t even know how I ended up naked within seconds, tangled in kisses and hands, skin and mouths.
I screamed when he entered me.
There had been no preparation, but I was dripping, already soaked for him, for the madness he stirred so easily inside me. It burned, and I moaned loudly as his cock buried itself to the hilt and dragged me down with him into visceral pleasure.
He kissed my mouth again, bracing himself on his arms as he thrust hard, deep, over and over. I spread wider, lifting my hips to take every inch, my moans spilling through the forest, my nails digging into his back.
“Fuck… Seraphine…”
His eyes burned even brighter when he looked at me and straightened his torso, fucking me relentlessly. His fangs emerging, my man and my beast somewhere between desperate and aroused. Claws slid out too, and he drove them into the ground in a breathtaking sight that shook me so violently I went weak and delirious.
I clung to his neck, tilting my head up and brushing my tongue against the tip of one sharp canine. It stung when the cut opened and my blood spilled from my lips to his. That drove him even crazier.
The rain intensified, the cold releasing steam against our scorching skin. I barely noticed, beyond anything except Viktor with his thick, massive cock pounding deep inside me, his tongue licking mine and healing the wound. I needed more.