radicalducati 84 All night.
84 All night.
—V I K T O R—
Viktor
Kacie didn’t say a fucking thing as if she couldn’t care less what I did to her. As if she didn’t care about what she’d done. I felt like a third party in my own fucking relationship when I walked through that door and saw her naked in bed by his side. My world was collapsing around me and there was nothing I could do about it.
Had I interrupted them? Were they waiting for me to leave to do this? Had he been in here all night? By the look on Jake’s face, it looked like he’d just woken up. Flash growled at the thought of them sleeping together.
All night.
Without me.
Jake and I had history. It had happened right before I became Alpha. I’d been stressed and he’d been there. He’d always been my friend, always been by my side. We buried it as soon as I became Alpha. We never spoke of it after I named him my Beta and he encouraged me to find my mate. He helped search for her even when I said I didn’t care about finding her.
My eyes were drawn to her soft supple skin. The thought of Jake being with her, touching her was enough to make me want to burn the world to the ground. Seeing the evidence of what her nakedness meant made me want to rip him in half. The fact that someone dared to touch her, made me want to rip him in half.
A little voice in my head whispered words of denial. I wouldn’t be able to kill him, I wouldn’t be able to hurt him but the rage I felt said otherwise. She was supposed to be mine. The mark on her neck said it clearly. The mark on her neck MADE her mine and mine alone.
He dared.
The hate, anger, and betrayal were almost too much. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to hurt her as badly as I hurt. I wanted her to feel like I did. I wanted to show her over and over again who she belonged to. I wanted to sear my name into her skin, I wanted to fuck every inch of her so she’d only know my name. I wanted to write my name on every inch of her insides so she’d know who she belonged to. I wanted to fuck her until she forgot everyone else, forgot him.
I reached for her and ignored the way she flinched at my hand. I pushed her back and climbed on top of her. She stared up at me with a resigned look and tear stains on her cheeks. The thought of Jake being on top of her drove a spike in my back and I slipped off of her before I hurt her. I sat at the edge of the bed, trying to quiet the storm of images that flashed through my mind.
I tensed as her hand gently touched my back. She was trying to console me. The one who hurt me. I couldn’t stop the dark laugh that rumbled in my chest. This was fucked up. It just kept piling on. It was funny. I shook my head, I would not let her soften me or soothe my anger.
“A queen doesn’t fuck those under her, a whore does that,” he growled. His words stung, they stung more than the look he gave me. “If you want to be treated like a whore, I’ll treat you like one. I’ll fuck you like one.”
I slid off the bed and pulled my shirt off. I shoved my sweats off and let it drop to the floor. I loved the way she looked at me, her eyes devouring every inch of my muscular thighs, the ridges in my chest to my face. I hardened under her gaze.
I didn’t think about what I was going to do. I just acted. I spread her legs apart and found the place I belonged. All I knew was that she was mine and I was going to fuck her until she remembered who she belonged. I ripped the fabric that acted as a barrier between us and she gasped. “I’m your mate,” I growled as I stared down at her.
She reached out to touch me, to grab me, to hold me and I pulled back; denying her something stable to hold on to. I let my anger drive me as I thrust into her. She was wet and I wondered if it was because of me or him. I’d sheathed myself completely in her but I didn’t give her a moment to adjust to me. I was angry, I wanted her to cry my name and only my name. I wanted to banish any thoughts of another and fill her with me and only me.
I slammed into her over and over again. I fucked her mercilessly and gave little thought to her whimpers and cries that turned to moans. I dove into her body, driving her back with each angry thrust. “Fuck,” I cursed. “This is mine,” I growled. “You are mine,” I said as I thrust.
She nodded. She was agreeing with me but it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t enough. I wrapped my hand around her throat and continued to fuck her hard and fast. Her hands tried to hold on and her fingers dug into skin. Her helplessness, her need only fueled me.
She shuddered and came with my name on her lips. Her tight center clenched around me. She tried to close her eyes and look away. I think the fuck not. “Look at me,” I growled. “You look at me while I fuck you.” She gasped.
I pulled out and slammed into her. She whimpered as I pulled out and thrust into her at an achingly slow pace. I let go of her throat and gripped both of her thighs before lifting them onto my shoulders. One hand gripped her waist and the other gripped her thigh as I leaned back to stare at where we connected.
I watched as I pulled out slowly and her tight wet pussy sucked and tried to hold on before thrusting back into her. My balls slapped against her ass. I pulled out and thrust into her over and over again.
“Viktor,” she moaned. I could feel her tightening around me again and I leaned down, watching her fold in half as I drove into her. My canines extended and I bit down on her angrily. I came with a growl as I fucked her through it.