Page 10 of Blood Moon

“This. We’re soaking wet and trying to get naked. The whole thing is hilarious. My jeans are stuck to me. I’m sure yours are too,” I explained between giggles. I gestured to his dress pants as I spoke. Viktor growled playfully. I was relieved that my laughter hadn’t killed the mood.

Viktor chuckled, then pulled me close for another kiss. A moment later, he ripped my jeans off me. After watching him fight with Strain, it didn’t surprise me that he was able to do it.

What surprised me was that every time he looked at the dark purple handprint on my arm, sadness crossed his hazel eyes. He leaned down and kissed the bruise again before running his tongue up my arm to my ear.

He took a step back to take his pants off, and I caught him staring at me. I should have felt self-conscious, but instead, I felt sexier than I ever have. There was something about the way he was looking at me that made me wonder if this was more than just sex to him. It couldn’t be, right? We’d known each other for such a short time.

My ability to think left me when he dropped his boxer briefs. I could tell through his clothes that he was huge, but wow. I stood there staring for longer than I should have.

Viktor grabbed me and pulled me close for another kiss. His tongue was trying to dominate mine, and I hadn’t decided how I felt about that yet. I didn't usually like letting someone else control me. But this seemed less about possession and more about pleasure.

He unfastened my bra and it fell to the floor where he kicked it out of the way before ripping my thong off my body as if it had offended him.

He kissed me again while his hands explored my body. His caress lit a fire in me while giving me the chills. He found my damp center and took control. I threw my head back and screamed at my orgasm.

He growled as I grabbed his engorged member and stroked. Before I could do anything else, he picked me up. The next thing I knew, my back was against the wall and my legs were wrapped around his hips. If I had any doubts, this would be the last moment to object. I could feel my heart racing in anticipation.

I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him. Viktor groaned. He stroked my clit with his erection before entering me. He thrust into me more gently than I'd expected, taking his time as if he was memorizing every inch of me.

He kissed me again and pinched my nipples, causing another shock wave of orgasmic pleasure to rock through me. I couldn't take the leisurely pace anymore. I started quickly lifting and lowering myself, until Viktor took my cue. He began to pound me faster.

I came hard and fast, screaming his name. His eyes turned red again and I heard a click. I felt my heart pound faster. I couldn’t deny the truth. I was terrified, but curious. He tried to turn away and I stopped him. "It's okay. I figured it out earlier. You don't have to hide from me."

I put my hand on his cheek and turned his face back toward mine. He definitely looked intimidating, but to be fair, I’d never seen a vampire up close and personal before. I leaned forward and kissed him.

"I want to taste you," he sighed as he continued thrusting.

Without a word, I pulled my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. He looked at me nervously, "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I trust you."

“That’s probably a mistake.”

He kissed me gently, then turned his attention to my offered neck. I felt him cum at the exact moment his fangs punctured my skin. He sucked for a moment, then pulled me close.

"You taste amazing; even better than I expected," he whispered. It should have been weird, but I took it as a compliment.

I ducked my head under the spray to wet my hair. It would probably take a while to get all the blood out of it. When I reached for the shampoo, Viktor grabbed it and scrubbed my hair for me, taking care to get every bit of blood washed away. He was so gentle and thorough.

Once my hair was clean, he combed the conditioner through it. I didn’t know how to react to being taken care of this way. No one had ever been this attentive. The last time someone else had washed my hair for me was when I was six, before my mom had run off for the first time.

I tensed at the memory, but Viktor lathered soap on a loofah and started rubbing me down with it. Between the citrusy scent of his soap and his massaging hands, I had no way to hold onto the stress the memory had caused.

I marveled at how long the water had stayed warm, barely noting that as soon as I was clean, Viktor rushed to get out of the bathroom. I carefully rinsed the conditioner from my hair as I combed through it to remove tangles. As I stood there, alone in my boss’ shower, I realized the full weight of what I’d just done. Was this a mistake?

Chapter 9

Viktor

I hadn’t meant to let things go so far with Delilah, at least not yet. Something about her reminded me too much of Kat, and I needed to be sure I could keep the two separate in my head.

After we finished, I took my time helping her clean up, then quickly washed myself, stepping from the shower before she had finished rinsing the conditioner from her hair. I was angry with myself for taking advantage of her that way. At the same time, she didn’t seem bothered by it.

I dressed quickly, then grabbed a gray t-shirt and a pair of shorts from my workout gear for Delilah to wear until I took her back to her apartment. I knew they would be big on her, but it was better than walking around naked. I wanted to make sure her arm wasn’t broken. The handprint was almost black when I walked out of the room.

I knew that I could heal her if she would drink some of my blood, but I didn’t think she was ready for that conversation yet. Most humans freaked out when they found out that vampires were real. Delilah Stone was unlike anyone else I had ever known, but I still didn’t think she would be willing to blindly trust me about drinking vampire blood.

Just the thought of Strain’s hands on her pushed me to the limits of control. I put my fist through the wall before I realized what I was doing.

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