Page 15 of Rivals

The forest spun around him. All Nick could focus on was the heavy weight on his tongue, the slick friction as Viktor used him. Rough pubic hair brushed against his nose with every thrust, Viktor's scent overwhelming him—sweat, arousal, and that distinctive cologne Nick had always secretly insisted he hated.

Nick shuddered. His nails bit into Viktor's thighs, his fingers twitching between pushing away and pulling closer. His own cock throbbed painfully, betraying him. Each brutal thrust sent conflicting signals: fear, anger, and a shameful, mounting pleasure.

Viktor pushed deeper, the head of his cock hitting the entrance to Nick's throat. Nick's eyes widened in panic. He couldn't—there was no way—!

"You always bite off more than you can chew," Viktor murmured, his voice a dangerous caress. "Now take all of me."

Nick tried to pull back, but Viktor's grip held him fast. Another inch slid in. Nick's throat constricted, fighting the intrusion. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, tracking down his flushed cheeks.

The pressure was immense, Viktor's cock stretching his throat, cutting off his breath for precious seconds. When Viktor pulled back slightly, Nick gasped through his nose, dizzy with relief and a strange, twisted satisfaction.

Nick forced himself to glare up at him, even as his entire body burned with something he couldn't name.He’s going to pay for this,he swore to himself.Just as soon as I can think straight again.

"Again," Viktor said, pushing forward once more.

Each time, Nick took him a little deeper. His throat learned to relax, to accept the invasion. His body surrendered before his mind did, until finally, impossibly, Nick's nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base of Viktor's cock. His eyes widened in shock. Viktor was inside him completely, thick and pulsing, the entire length buried in his throat.

The sensation was overwhelming—fullness beyond description, his senses flooded with Viktor's taste and scent. Nick couldn't breathe, couldn't think. There was only Viktor, only this, strong hands knotted in his hair and a pulsing cock on his tongue.

Viktor held him there for three thundering heartbeats, watching Nick's eyes glaze over. When he finally eased back, allowing Nick to draw a desperate breath, his smile was victorious.

Viktor's eyes burned down at him, pupils wide with need. "Look at that," he panted. "Finally found a way to shut you up."

Nick moaned around Viktor's length, the vibration making the werewolf hiss with pleasure. The power had shifted completely—Nick was no longer the one calling the shots.

And god help him, he was getting off on it.

Viktor's grip tightened in Nick's hair, his hips moving with a deliberate, punishing rhythm. Nick's eyes watered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he took it all. Viktor looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Always wondered how to shut you up," Viktor taunted, his voice a low growl. "Now I know. Next time you mouth off in a meeting, maybe I'll fuck that pretty little face of yours right in front of everyone."

Nick's heart skipped a beat, a strange thrill coursing through him at Viktor's words.

He thinks I'm pretty?

Viktor’s grip tightened, his green eyes blazing. His grip tightened in Nick's hair, his hips moving with a desperate, frenzied rhythm. Nick could feel the werewolf's cock swelling, pulsing with impending release.

You’re enjoying this too much.

That thought should have snapped him out of it. But Viktor was shuddering, his body tensing, his grip turning punishing as pleasure overtook him.Because of me.The realization slammed into Nick, dizzying, intoxicating. He had reduced Viktor—the snarling, insufferable werewolf, his biggest rival—to this. A mess of ragged breaths and shaking muscles, coming undone at his hands.

That’s a win, right?

Viktor's rhythm stuttered, his fingers tightening painfully in Nick's hair. "Fuck," he growled, the single syllable more warning than Nick got from most men—

The first spurt caught him by surprise.Jesus fucking christ.Nick swallowed desperately, trying to keep up with the volume. Some escaped, trickling from the corner of his mouth. He felt it slide down his chin, warm and viscous, and in his lightheaded state thought it might be the most humiliating thing that hadever happened to him.Years of perfecting my technique, and I'm drooling come like a fucking amateur.

Viktor groaned above him, the sound so raw and unrestrained it sent a jolt straight to Nick's neglected cock. Another pulse, another desperate swallow. Nick's throat worked overtime, his focus narrowed to this one task. He would not choke. Would not sputter. Would take everything Viktor gave him, if only to prove hecould.

When Viktor finally pulled out, Nick gasped, dragging air into his deprived lungs. His chest heaved, head spinning as oxygen returned to his brain. He could still taste Viktor on his tongue, could feel the residual fullness in his throat like a phantom limb.

"Fuck," Nick croaked, his voice wrecked, barely a whisper. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying for dignity and missing by a mile. "Do you always come like a fucking fire hose, or was that special for me?"

Even as he said it, Nick felt a perverse sense of accomplishment. He'd taken it all—well, most of it. The evidence of that glistened on his chin, but he'd managed the rest. His body hummed with a strange mixture of pride, violation, and desperate, unresolved arousal.

Viktor looked down at him, chest heaving, eyes still dark with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Most humans can't take it all their first time."

The casual 'first time' sent a jolt through Nick's body. As if there would be others. As if this wasn't a one-time lapse in judgment in a forest.

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