Page 26 of Rivals

His control was shredding.

Viktor knew it, too. The bastard could feel it. His large hand clamped over Nick's mouth, his other arm wrapping around Nick's waist to hold him steady for each punishing thrust. Viktor's breath came in harsh, controlled pants against Nick's ear, the effort of staying silent clearly costing him too.

Footsteps passed by the door—so close, too close. Viktor froze mid-thrust, both of them holding their breath… before the footsteps continued down the hall.

When they resumed, Viktor's pace was even more merciless, as if the near-discovery had only fueled his determination to take Nick apart in the most forbidden place possible.

Viktor's broad palm pressed firmly over Nick's mouth, large enough to cover it completely, fingers digging into his cheek. The werewolf used this leverage to pull Nick's head back slightly, arching his spine into a more vulnerable curve as he drove into him with ruthless precision.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Viktor whispered, his voice barely audible yet somehow still carrying that commandingresonance that made Nick's insides clench. "To be stuffed full of my cock while everyone works just outside?"

Nick could only whimper against Viktor's palm, the sound effectively muffled as Viktor's hips worked silently. Viktor's free hand snaked around Nick's hip, wrapping around his cock with just the right pressure—not too gentle, not too rough. Just the perfect grip that he'd learned Nick needed after a year of mapping his body. The first stroke had Nick's knees buckling, a pathetic whine escaping against Viktor's restraining hand.

"So desperate," Viktor taunted, his accent thickening as his control slipped further. "What would Roberts say if he knew his star analyst was bent over his office equipment, taking cock like he was made for it?"

Each stroke of Viktor's hand matched the relentless drive of his hips, creating a circuit of pleasure that had Nick's vision blurring at the edges. The air conditioning's hum provided meager cover for the wet, obscene sounds of Viktor driving into his lubed hole, the slick noise of flesh against flesh barely masked.

"Can you feel how hard I am inside you?" Viktor growled, his mouth directly against Nick's ear. "So ready to knot you. Right here. Right now..."

Nick's eyes flew wide, alarm shooting through him even as his cock jerked eagerly at the words. He shook his head frantically against Viktor's palm, making distressed sounds as panic mingled with arousal. Being knotted at work was impossible—they'd be locked together for at least thirty minutes, unable to separate, unable to explain—

"Imagine it," Viktor continued mercilessly, his hand speeding up on Nick's cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive head on each upstroke. "My knot inside you. Everyone wondering where we've disappeared to, while you're filled with my come, unable to move, unable to do anything buttakeit."

Nick's muffled protests melted into desperate moans. His body tensed, thighs trembling as heat pooled at the base of his spine. Viktor must have felt it, felt the way Nick's body was tightening around him, because his strokes became more focused, more deliberate.

"That's it," Viktor whispered, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. He bit the shell of Nick's ear, a sharp nip of ownership. "Come for me."

Nick's orgasm hit with devastating force, tearing through him like a lightning strike. His moan of pleasure was completely muffled by Viktor's hand, reduced to a series of desperate whimpers as his release spilled over Viktor's fingers, streaking the copier. His body convulsed around Viktor's length, inner walls clenching rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him.

Viktor didn't slow down. If anything, Nick's climax spurred him to greater intensity. He pinned Nick firmly against the copier, keeping him in place as hypersensitivity set in, making each continued thrust a delicious torture.

Nick could only shudder helplessly, overstimulated and overwhelmed as Viktor used his pliant body for his own pleasure. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes—not from pain but from the sheer intensity of sensation, from being used so thoroughly in the aftermath of his own release.

When Viktor finally came, it was with a barely-suppressed growl that vibrated through Nick's entire body. He drove in deep, pinning Nick firmly against the copier as his cock pulsed, filling Nick with hot spurts of release. His fingers dug into Nick's hip hard enough to bruise, marking him in yet another way that would linger long after they returned to their respective desks.

For several long moments, they remained frozen in place, both panting, Viktor's hand slowly relaxing over Nick's mouth. Whenhe finally withdrew it, Nick gasped in a full breath, his legs trembling with the effort of keeping him upright.

Viktor's arms wrapped around him from behind, supporting his weight as they both recovered, his softening cock still buried inside Nick's body. His lips pressed gently against the nape of Nick's neck—a tender contrast to the rough claiming of moments before.

"I wasn't actually going to knot you at work," Viktor murmured against his skin, a hint of smug amusement in his voice.

Nick managed a breathless laugh, turning his head slightly to catch Viktor's eye. "Bastard. You know what that talk does to me."

Viktor's smile was both predatory and affectionate, a combination that never failed to make Nick's heart skip. "I know. That's why I do it."

Nick’s legs barely held him up as Viktor turned him around, surprisingly gentle for someone who had just spent the last several minutes ruining him. A strong hand cupped his cheek, thumb tracing the heat still lingering on his skin. The touch wasn’t possessive, wasn’t teasing—just soft. Reverent, almost.

Nick’s heart stuttered.

Then Viktor kissed him.

Not the usual battle for dominance, no sharp edges or taunting smirks. Just warmth, steady and slow, lips moving with a kind of quiet certainty that made Nick’s stomach flip. His fingers curled into Viktor’s shirt, anchoring himself as something heavy and real settled between them.

A passing noise from the hallway made them pull apart, both of them listening. They locked eyes, sharing the same thought.

They needed to get back out there.

Nick smirked first, glancing down at their absolutely wrecked states. His shirt was barely buttoned, Viktor’s tie was a lostcause, and their current hygiene was definitelynotworkplace appropriate. The thrill of it all, the risk, the sheer audacity, sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

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