by Apryl Baker
As they got deeper into season three, he found himself wanting to deck Sam. Idiot thought he was the end-all be-all solution when, in fact, he caused the whole mess. Dean was obviously the better hunter and the man with more sense.
And then the hellhound came for Dean.
It was awful. He took Sara’s hand and held on when they dragged his favorite character off to hell, leaving behind a bloody dead body. No. He wouldn’t accept it.
“Something wrong?” Sara asked, a glint in her eye. She knew exactly what was wrong and was silently laughing at his ass.
“What the fuck? They just killed off my favorite character!”
She laughed so hard tears sprang to her eyes.
“This isn’t funny shit, Sara. I don’t want to watch any more of the fucking show.”
“Is fuck your favorite word?”
“Yes.”
She tossed her hair, her eyes shining with laughter. “Do you honestly think that show has lasted, what, thirteen seasons now without Dean? It’s about the two brothers.”
Viktor pursed his lips in displeasure. Fucking writers and their cliffhangers.
“You’re cute when you’re pissed off at a TV show.”
That got his attention. “You think I’m cute, do you?”
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth popped open in surprise. “I said that out loud, huh?”
“Da, and you can’t take it back.” He sat up and pulled off his shirt. It was damn hot in here.
“What are you doing?”
“I never sleep with my shirt on.” He rolled his shoulders and stretched.
“You’re damn well going to tonight!”
He gave her an ornery grin and reclaimed her hand. “Why’s that, moye sokrovishche? Don’t trust yourself?”
Sara’s mouth ran dry when all that tanned, muscled chest came into full view. The man’s abs went on for days. And no, she didn’t trust herself. Her fingers itched to explore every inch of him.
When his head dipped so it was close to her, she nearly bit her tongue in two. Dear sweet baby Jesus, but he smelled good.
And he was still holding her freaking hand!
Why had she only now noticed it? Closing her eyes, she tried to pull it away, but he held on.
“Uh uh, Sara Jane.” He turned her hand over, and her eyes snapped open when she felt his kiss in her palm. A spark of electricity ran along the length of her arm. That pressure on her chest? It came roaring back, heavier and tighter than ever.
“Why did you do that?”
His ornery smile was back. “Because I wanted to.”
“What if I don’t want you to?”
“You do.” So arrogant.
“No, I don’t.” She tugged her hand again, but this time he was ready for her. He tugged her right back, and she landed against his very naked chest. Dammit. Before she could scramble back, his arm came around her to keep her from running.
“What you do to me, moye sokrovishche.” His let go of her hand and tipped her head up. “I’m going to kiss you. I can’t wait anymore.”
She started to shake her head, but he swooped in, and his lips found her jawline. Her lungs ceased to work with the touch of his lips against her skin. They burned. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders when he trailed butterfly kisses along her jaw up to her ear, and when his teeth sank into the fleshy lobe, her eyes rolled back.
If he felt half of what she did just now, she almost felt sorry for him. His tongue traced the shell of her ear, and she groaned. He hadn’t even kissed her yet, and she was falling to pieces right here, right now, with simply a touch of his mouth.
“Breathe, baby. I got you.”
She shivered. His voice. It made her clench her thighs together. His voice was lethal to women. One husky word, and they were goners.
He picked her up and settled her on top of him, her knees coming to rest beside his hips. “That hurt, baby?”
She shook her head. The lust in his eyes was apparent, and he still thought to make sure she wasn’t in pain. He cared.
A tear slipped free, and he swiped it with the pad of his thumb. “What’s wrong, Sara?”
“I…” She ducked her head and laid it against the space between his shoulder and his neck. “No one’s ever cared for me like you do. You take care of me and constantly think about my comfort.”
“That’s what your man’s supposed to do.” His hand started to stroke her back, his touch so soft, she barely felt it. “You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine. You and Delia will always come first for me.”
And there he went and endeared himself even more. He thought of her daughter as his too.
“You like her too, huh?”
“I love her,” he said, and she heard the laughter in his voice. “Who couldn’t love her, though? Her and her tea parties. Think I would let just anyone put a tiara on my head and pretend I’m the Queen of Summer attending high tea?”
“She adores you and Mason. She doesn’t normally like new people.”
“We’re not new people, though, baby. We’re her family, and she knows that. She understands it because she doesn’t overthink it.”
“And I’m overthinking it?”
His chest shook with his grunt. “I’m a patient man, Sara Jane. You deserve to overthink things.”
“Patient, huh? What if I said I’m not ready to kiss you yet?”
“Then we’ll turn Sam and Dean back on while I grump about damn cliffhangers and hold you all night.”
She sat up and saw the sincerity reflected in those pools of black liquid. He really would do that for her. Again, he put her first.
She needed to stop questioning him and herself. One of the quotes on her Pinterest was “We don’t meet people by accident; they are put into our path for a reason.” It was something she truly believed. Roger, as abusive as he’d been, gave her Delia. And now here was Viktor, his complete opposite.
Maybe she’d had to endure Roger for her baby, but God gave her this second chance at happiness, and all she had to do was reach out and take it.
She pushed down her fear, her insecurity, and her hesitation. Sitting up, she took his head in her hands. He stared back at her, his eyes unblinking. Ball was in her court, and it was high time she stopped sitting on the sidelines.
Her gaze dropped to his lips. The same lips that had been on her skin moments earlier. They were softer than they looked, gentler. He never rushed her or forced her to do anything she wasn’t ready for.
He could be her forever guy if she’d only let him.
Sara took a deep breath, the pressure so tight in her chest, she felt like screaming. There was only one way to ease it and she knew it.
“I’m going to trust you not to hurt me or my daughter, Viktor.”
His lips tilted, and those eyes of his began to burn. It started in the center of his pupil and expanded. The black of his irises deepened, and she saw them dilate with desire.
“Is that so?”
“I’m done getting in my own way.”
“So, what are you going to do now?” His voice turned husky, and it did something to that tightness choking her. It wound around it, and the pressure eased ever so slightly.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
And she did.
There were no fireworks.
There were no angels singing in the clouds.
The Earth didn’t stand still.
It was so much more than all of that combined.
The burn started in the pit of her stomach and spread like wildfire throughout every nerve in her body. Her pores bled heat from the raging fire inside her. One touch of his lips. That was all it took for her body to ask, “What the fuck you been doing denying us this?”
Sound ceased to exist. Her entire focus centered on this single kiss, and everything else dropped away. It was only the two of them and their lips dancing to a tune she never knew existed.
Her lips slanted over his, relishing how they seemed made for her. She suc
ked his lower lip into her mouth, her teeth teasing it.
The low moan that met her action spurred her on. She slipped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair. It was soft in comparison to the scruffy hair along his jaw.
“Easy,” he whispered. He was thinking of her back, and right now, that was the last thing on her mind.
She pressed against him, her lips reclaiming his, and urged his mouth to open for her. His hips thrust up, and her body flamed hotter. The way he’d sat her on his lap made sure she felt every hard inch of him.
“Slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled his lips away from hers, and she muttered something incoherent. Now was not the time to think about a few twinges of pain.
“Viktor, there’s nothing you can do to me that would hurt me.”
He grinned. “You won’t be saying that come morning, Sara Jane.”
“Maybe not, but it’ll be worth it.”
He searched her face. “You sure you want to do this, moye sokrovishche?”
“I’m sure.” She sat up and tugged her shirt off. Thank God her bra wasn’t one of her plain janes. She’d put on her lacy pink silk matching set this morning. Not because she had any ideas of seducing Viktor, but because they were comfy, and she loved the way they felt. The fact they looked gorgeous? An added bonus.
From the indrawn breath that escaped Viktor, he appreciated the bra too. It made her feel alive, sexy. He made her feel whole. Especially when his eyes burned a hot path over her flesh, leaving her shivering in their wake.
“I’m afraid to touch you,” he confessed.
“Why?”
“You’ve been hurt so much already, and I don’t mean just physically. Your heart is bruised. I wanted time to let it heal before I pushed you.”
“It’s going to take a long time for that to happen, Viktor. Some pieces may never be the same, but I do know one thing. If it has a chance of recovering, it’s because of you. So, don’t worry about touching me. I don’t break so easily.”
A smile ghosted over his face, but his eyes remained cautious.
“Now who’s getting in his own way?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You do please me, woman. So very much.”
“Well, if you don’t start pleasing me, you’re sleeping on the couch.” If he thought she wasn’t serious, he’d better think again. It felt like she’d endured a thousand years of hell to find the promise of Viktor Kincaid. She wasn’t letting him get in either of their ways.
“You think so?” The way he grinned made the butterflies in her stomach take flight.
“I know so.” Here she sat in her bra, and he was laughing at her attempts to be bossy.
“I like you all bossy like this.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. She watched its hypnotizing movement, imagining all the things that tongue could do to her.
“Well, then, get on with it,” she demanded.
“You know, for a romance writer, you…”
She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare say it.” Okay, so maybe this sucked as far as foreplay went, but dammit, she needed him to stop talking and start doing. Sara’s body was an inferno.
Viktor chuckled. She looked so damn cute when she was irritated, but as much as he wanted her, he was going to take this slow. She needed it to be slow, whether she knew it or not.
His hands settled on her hips, and he pushed up straighter on the bed. “As much as I like looking at all that lace, take it off,” he rasped. He would normally do it, but he wasn’t going to risk being too rough and causing her more pain.
Sara wasted no time in unhooking the thing and tossing it aside. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her breasts. Perfect and full. The nipples already hard, waiting for him to taste, to tease. His hands tightened, and she scooted closer, inviting him to touch.
This woman had been starved for love for so long, she wanted to rush this, but he wasn’t having it.
Instead of doing what they both wanted, he rolled, taking her with him, being careful that her back hit the mountain of pillows he’d built her.
He hooked his thumb in her pajama bottoms and worked them down her hips, exposing her panties. He ignored his dick, which wanted him to dive into the treasure they held. He scooted back, pulling the clothing off her completely and tossing it in the direction of her bra. Next came her socks. Wool socks. He shook his head. It was June, and she was wearing wool socks.
“I get cold,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, baby. I like your mammoth socks.”
“They are not!”
He held one up. Not only where they tall, but they were thick as fuck. She had tiny feet. They had to get lost in that mess.
She stuck her lip out like Delia did sometimes. It endeared her to him more than anything else ever could. He loved seeing her like this, vulnerable, open, and honest. She was his, and he planned to worship her every day for the rest of their lives.
He threw the socks and sat back on his haunches to look at her spread out before him like a feast.
Perfection.
Her stomach wasn’t flat, but slightly rounded, a testament to her having given birth. It didn’t put him off. It made her sexier to him because in the back of his mind, he imagined what she’d look like with his own child growing beneath her heart. Turned him on like nothing else.
“Viktor.” Her voice was husky, but he heard an edge of uncertainty in it. He glanced up and understood as soon as he saw her expression.
“You’re beautiful, Sara.” He came down, covering her completely. “So very beautiful, moye sokrovishche.”
He kissed her the way he’d wanted to since that first meeting at the hotel all those weeks ago. He devoured her lips, demanding entrance. She made a whimpering sound that spurred him to deepen the kiss.
She was a refreshing drink of water after spending days in the desert. His tongue thrust deep, learning the taste of her and teasing her own. Sara’s arms came around his neck once more, her fingers tangling in his hair while she demanded more.
He gave it to her. Viktor fucked her mouth with his tongue and pressed her more fully into the pillows, his chest plastered against hers. She met him and gave as good as she got. His stomach clenched, the most intense feeling he’d ever experienced overwhelming him, and he nearly came in his pants when her nails left his scalp to dig into his shoulders.
Holy fuck, but she made him feel like he was twelve and on his first date with a girl. Nervous, sweaty, and terrified.
He broke the kiss only because they both needed to breathe or risk unconsciousness. She sighed, and her lips were swollen, the pink color deepened to a rosy hue. She looked good and thoroughly kissed.
“Wow,” she whispered. “That was…”
“Fucking amazing,” Viktor finished for her, completely pleased and arrogant as fuck.
“Full of yourself much?”
He growled and dove back in, only this time he assaulted her jawline, his tongue tracking a path down her neck. Her gasp was enough to drive him on. He kept licking and scooting until he reached the valley between her breasts.
Those rosy buds tempted him, but he ignored his own urges. Right now was about Sara. He licked all around her right breast, his hand gliding up and down her belly. Her small whimpers drove him crazy. It was the sweetest sound in the world.
Her body jerked under him, and he smiled. The sweet torture was getting to her. Only then did he give in and pull one nipple into his mouth, his tongue stroking over the stiff peak.
She came up off the bed, a cry ripped from her that surely woke the neighbors on both sides. Hands ripped at his hair, but he ignored them. Instead, he sucked on her nipple, alternating between gentle and hard, all the while stroking up and down her belly.
“Viktor, please…” Her hoarse plea was met with deaf ears. She cried out again when his teeth bit into the flesh around her nipple. She couldn’t take much more of this torture he seemed determined to inflict upon her.
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br /> Her body hummed with awareness, attuned to every single touch he wanted to give her. It craved him in ways she didn’t understand, but Sara needed…God, she didn’t even know what she needed. Her senses were on overload, all from his mouth.
His hand quested farther down until it hit the top of her panties. He was lying half off her so he had access, and the way he’d thrown his leg between hers stopped her from closing them.
Her clit screamed in protest when his hand shied away.
Was he trying to kill her?
Cool air met her overly-sensitive nipple, and she sagged with relief. She didn’t get much because he moved to the other one. Sweet baby Jesus, the things he did with his tongue.
Her head rolled back, a moan rolling out of some deep part of her. His teeth tugged on the sore nipple when his other hand suddenly pinched the now bare one. It shot straight to her clit. It was like lightning struck and lit her entire body on fire. Viktor hadn’t even touched her down there, but she was soaking wet.
When he finally left her nipple alone, he raised his head and looked at her. “Did you know a woman can orgasm just from having her nipples sucked?”
He wasn’t thinking about doing that, was he? Alarmed, she tried to sit up, but he moved completely over her this time, her legs spread out around his.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m not doing that tonight. I want you too much to take the time I need for that.” He nuzzled his nose against hers.
Thank God.
His lips found hers for a quick kiss. “You ready for more?”
Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
He grinned his signature lazy smile and started working his way down her body again with his mouth. His only purpose was to slowly torture her to death, she decided when he stopped to dip his tongue into her bellybutton. It caused all kinds of crazy things to happen. Her stomach clenched, and it stole the breath right out of her lungs.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, his warm breath flowing across her skin.
How the hell was he so in control of himself?
“Viktor, if you don’t fuck me soon, I think you’re going to see a very real instance of self-combustion.”
