The man gasped loud enough to cover Cassie’s own startled noise.
“I’m sorry,” Viktor panted, his head and shoulders slumping like a runner recovering from a losing race.
The guy grimaced, but shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry about. Let’s go.”
It didn’t take any more encouraging. Viktor growled, and the feral sound shot straight to Cassie’s dripping core. Almost without realizing what she intended, she slipped two fingers between her folds and over her clit. Her teeth sank into her lip, a dam holding back the sea of moans and gasps that she feared would overwhelm her. The threat of being discovered and the mortification that would follow seemed such a small thing to risk. Her eyes closed as she swirled her fingertips over her swollen flesh, and she forced them to open to take in more of the scene before her.
Viktor grasped the man on the floor by one shoulder, forcing him back as he drove forward. Violent exhalations burst from the man’s throat and his hand worked furiously on his cock while his hips bucked in time to Viktor’s punishing thrusts. “So fucking good,” the man babbled senselessly.
It certainly looked fucking good from where Cassie stood. A sheen of sweat stood out on Viktor’s pale body. Ropes of muscle strained against skin as he slammed his hips against the man’s ass. The man shouted, his cock spurting thick white fluid over his hand and onto the rug.
Cassie’s orgasm caught her quickly, and she gripped the door for support as her knees buckled. She prayed silently that she wouldn’t make a sound or, worse, topple through the door entirely.
While the man still trembled from his release, Viktor grabbed a handful of dark hair and pulled the man’s head back, exposing his throat. He opened his mouth to reveal needle-sharp fangs that gleamed in the firelight like something out of a horror movie. Paralyzed with pleasure and fear, Cassandra could not look away in the brief second it took for Viktor to bite into the man’s corded neck.
Her heart pounding, Cassandra could not believe what she saw. She’d thought she’d understood what Viktor was. Hadn’t he drunk her blood? Fought off the monsters that had attacked her? She’d seen his missing reflection too, but none of those things had truly gotten across the reality of what Viktor was. Not like this.
The man screamed and struggled. Viktor broke his mouth, smeared horrific red, away from the man’s throat and hissed strange words into his ear. Immediately, the man’s struggles ceased, and Viktor pressed his lips over the wound, sucking noisily against it. The man moaned and arched his back, grinding against Viktor’s pumping hips. Viktor tore his mouth from the bite in the man’s neck and, to Cassandra’s astonishment, the wound closed before her eyes. With a low groan, Viktor shuddered against the man, ramming his hips forward one last time.
Cassandra backed away, terrified that when Viktor’s head cleared he would look up and finally notice her. She could not turn away from the door, paralyzed by the fear that if she did, he would see her fleeing and know that she saw. Somehow, staring at the door and creeping slowly backward was the only way she could imagine keeping it from happening. The tension was too great to bear after only a few steps, and she turned and ran with the lightest steps possible back to her room. She leapt into bed and burrowed as far under the covers as she could stand, certain that any moment he would poke his head in to check and see if she were awake. Pretending sleep soon threatened to give way to actual sleep, and she succumbed, one hand protectively clenched around her throat.
Viktor rolled away from Christopher’s prone form. He didn’t bother to look back. There had been nothing wrong with the young man’s performance. In fact, the only thing he seemed to be lacking was the fact that he was not Cassandra.
Pushing the guilt from his mind, he got to his feet. He’d needed to
“I’m sorry,” Viktor panted, his head and shoulders slumping like a runner recovering from a losing race.
The guy grimaced, but shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry about. Let’s go.”
It didn’t take any more encouraging. Viktor growled, and the feral sound shot straight to Cassie’s dripping core. Almost without realizing what she intended, she slipped two fingers between her folds and over her clit. Her teeth sank into her lip, a dam holding back the sea of moans and gasps that she feared would overwhelm her. The threat of being discovered and the mortification that would follow seemed such a small thing to risk. Her eyes closed as she swirled her fingertips over her swollen flesh, and she forced them to open to take in more of the scene before her.
Viktor grasped the man on the floor by one shoulder, forcing him back as he drove forward. Violent exhalations burst from the man’s throat and his hand worked furiously on his cock while his hips bucked in time to Viktor’s punishing thrusts. “So fucking good,” the man babbled senselessly.
It certainly looked fucking good from where Cassie stood. A sheen of sweat stood out on Viktor’s pale body. Ropes of muscle strained against skin as he slammed his hips against the man’s ass. The man shouted, his cock spurting thick white fluid over his hand and onto the rug.
Cassie’s orgasm caught her quickly, and she gripped the door for support as her knees buckled. She prayed silently that she wouldn’t make a sound or, worse, topple through the door entirely.
While the man still trembled from his release, Viktor grabbed a handful of dark hair and pulled the man’s head back, exposing his throat. He opened his mouth to reveal needle-sharp fangs that gleamed in the firelight like something out of a horror movie. Paralyzed with pleasure and fear, Cassandra could not look away in the brief second it took for Viktor to bite into the man’s corded neck.
Her heart pounding, Cassandra could not believe what she saw. She’d thought she’d understood what Viktor was. Hadn’t he drunk her blood? Fought off the monsters that had attacked her? She’d seen his missing reflection too, but none of those things had truly gotten across the reality of what Viktor was. Not like this.
The man screamed and struggled. Viktor broke his mouth, smeared horrific red, away from the man’s throat and hissed strange words into his ear. Immediately, the man’s struggles ceased, and Viktor pressed his lips over the wound, sucking noisily against it. The man moaned and arched his back, grinding against Viktor’s pumping hips. Viktor tore his mouth from the bite in the man’s neck and, to Cassandra’s astonishment, the wound closed before her eyes. With a low groan, Viktor shuddered against the man, ramming his hips forward one last time.
Cassandra backed away, terrified that when Viktor’s head cleared he would look up and finally notice her. She could not turn away from the door, paralyzed by the fear that if she did, he would see her fleeing and know that she saw. Somehow, staring at the door and creeping slowly backward was the only way she could imagine keeping it from happening. The tension was too great to bear after only a few steps, and she turned and ran with the lightest steps possible back to her room. She leapt into bed and burrowed as far under the covers as she could stand, certain that any moment he would poke his head in to check and see if she were awake. Pretending sleep soon threatened to give way to actual sleep, and she succumbed, one hand protectively clenched around her throat.
Viktor rolled away from Christopher’s prone form. He didn’t bother to look back. There had been nothing wrong with the young man’s performance. In fact, the only thing he seemed to be lacking was the fact that he was not Cassandra.
Pushing the guilt from his mind, he got to his feet. He’d needed to
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