Viktor had been hovering over me. He let his weight drop, knowing I loved it, and gripped my face again, claiming my mouth with a bruising kiss, shutting out the cold with his blazing touch, and I lost myself in it. In him. It had only been a few weeks, but somehow I’d forgotten how good this shit was. How hard I fell into it when we focused on nothing but each other.
We were in a lorry cab.
Rubi and River were... wherever the fuck they were.
I lost track—of everything, not just them. I forgot where we were. I forgot who I was, except that I was fucking gone for Vik, and I had no intention of ever coming back.
The clothes on his upper body disappeared. His bare skin found mine and a swelter built between us, expanding into the kind of heat no cold could touch. And it wasn’t even about fucking sex. It was about the biological reaction my body had to his. The spark I’d felt the first time I’d laid eyes on him. That shift. I’d never been the same, and I didn’t fucking want to be. Loving Viktor had altered my DNA, and I was here for it.
He broke our kiss and grappled with my belt buckle, unbuttoning my jeans and dragging them down, taking the Rebel Kings branded boxers I wore along for the ride. My dick sprang free, so hard I stared at it like I’d never seen it before.
Viktor stared at it like he wanted to eat it. And fuck me, maybe he did. He braced his hands either side of my hips, those wicked green eyes glittering in the dark. This fucker dragged his tongue over the head of my cock and I wasdead. Destroyed. Shovel earth over me and bury my corpse.
An inhuman sound escaped me.
Viktor laughed and did that shit again.
“You—fuck.”
He took it all with no fucking warning, sliding me down his throat, teeth grazing my length, eyes fixed on me, pinning me in place harder than his body ever could.
My hands flew to his hair. Not to push him down—never fucking doing that—but to cling on for whatever he was about to do to me. For the slow ride of a blowjob that built and built, cutting off my air supply as every muscle and nerve coiled and strained too tight for me to fucking breathe.
I couldn’t even groan. Not a sound got through my clenched teeth as Vik had his fun. Cos this fucker had rhythm. He sucked my dick like he danced with me, and at home, we danced every night, chasing sultry beats around our tiny empty house, filling the space with love and the kind of happiness that didn’t happen to everyone.
I’m so fucking lucky.
My last thought before I blacked out with pleasure, a surge of ecstasy wiping my brain clean of anything but the snap of my spine and the bitten-out moan that finally broke free.
I came down breathing like a crazy person. “You fucking fucker.”
Viktor slid into my shaking arms, saying nothing, just kissing me with salty lips and another grin that bolstered my heart.
His cock dug into my leg.
I reached for him.
He caught my hand. “Not yet.”
“What am I waiting for?”
“Shh.”
Shh? Fucking cheek. But I let him have his way and sank into a post-blowie daze. The cab grew cold again. Viktor roused me enough to jam my clothes over my head, but it was the last thing I remembered before I opened my eyes to pearl-grey dawn skies.
Viktor pressed a coffee cup into my hands, wide awake enough that I knew he hadn’t slept.Smiling. Dressed, though, which I resented.
I started to sit up.
He pushed me back down. “You have time.”
“For what?”
“To rest more.”
“Eh?”
“Be quiet, Asher. Be still. You do not need to get up yet.”