Page 13 of Rivals

The truth was there, buried under layers of rage and denial, but it still stung. Viktor's teeth ground together, the words of protest stuck in his throat. "Fuck you."

Nick's chest still heaved from the fight, but his gaze flicked downward, locking onto Viktor’s cock. His pupils dilated for just a second before his expression twisted into something more controlled—more deliberate. He swallowed, then lifted his chin, forcing a smirk.

"Look at you," he said, voice rasping from the earlier struggle but laced with mocking amusement. "Hard for meagain. Were you hoping I'd need saving just so you could get your hands on me a second time?"

"Shut up," Viktor growled. Not his finest work, and Nick knew it. Viktor saw it in the way Nick’s smirk widened, in the way his shoulders squared despite the slight tremor running through them.

"Why?" Nick stepped forward, slow, deliberate. Nick tilted his head, blue eyes flashing with something unreadable. "You don't like hearing the truth? That you followed me through the woods like some desperate little lapdog, hoping I'd get in trouble so you'd have an excuse to—" He exhaled, looking Viktor up and down—mostly down.

Something flickered behind his eyes.

Nick's tongue darted out to wet his lips, but the motion lacked its earlier cockiness. He dragged in a breath through his nose, slow and steady, and then he forced himself to look back up atViktor, that damned smirk returning—but it was something else now.

"Guess I’ll have to do something about this little problem," he murmured, voice lower than before. He stepped even closer, so close that Viktor could feel his body heat, could hear the unsteady rhythm of his pulse. "Otherwise, you’ll just keep chasing me all night, won’t you?"

The words were meant to taunt, but Viktor could hear the shift. Nick was losing a battle against himself. His lashes flickered as he looked down again, staring at Viktor’s cock like he was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t interested—that he wasn’t about to give in. But his body told a different story. His own cock was hard now, flushed and eager despite the way he kept pretending he was the one in control.

Viktor could practically hear the argument happening inside Nick’s head.

The part of him that wanted to fight, to push back, to be difficult just for the sake of it—that part was losing.

And the part of him that wanted—needed—was winning.

Viktor saw the exact second it happened. Nick’s breath hitched. His fingers flexed at his sides, his jaw tightening. His eyes flickered, blue cutting like a blade, still sharp… even as he dropped to his knees.

Viktor’s lungs seized, heat flooding through his body so fast it nearly unmade him.

He hadn’t expected this. Not from Nick. Not likethis.

Even now, as Nick knelt before him, as his hands came up, palms bracing against Viktor’s thighs, he was watching him, studying every flicker of his reaction, the same way he did in those boardroom meetings, waiting for any sign of weakness to exploit.

Viktor stared down at Nick kneeling before him on the forest floor, the moonlight casting shadows across his rival's face.How many times had he imagined this? Nick on his knees, that perpetual smirk finally wiped away—yet even now, even here, Nick refused to give him the satisfaction of complete surrender.

His cock stood rigid between them, flushed and straining, the veins prominent against the taut skin. It was almost painful how hard he was, how desperate Nick had made him. Viktor hated him for it. Hated how much he needed this. Hated that smug look in Nick's eyes that said he knew exactly what he was doing to him.

"You're testing my patience," Viktor growled, his accent thickening with frustration.

Nick's gaze never wavered as his fingers traced up the underside of Viktor's length with maddening slowness. The touch was light, sending electric pulses through Viktor's groin that made his thighs tense and his breath catch in his throat.

"Fuck," Viktor bit out, his cock twitching visibly under Nick's attentions, a bead of moisture forming at the tip. He was unraveling, losing control, and they both knew it. The power dynamic shifted with every second Nick prolonged his torment.

Just when Viktor thought he might snap—might grab Nick and demand what he needed—Nick finally, finally leaned forward. His hot breath ghosted over the sensitive head, and then his tongue, wet and warm, dragged deliberately across the swollen tip, collecting the evidence of Viktor's desperation.

Viktor's vision darkened at the edges, a groan tearing from deep in his chest. One taste, and he was already coming undone.

Nick’s smirk was pure sin, like he had just gotten exactly the reaction he wanted. "Something wrong?" he murmured, voice rough, but still with that same infuriating arrogance.

Viktor growled low, the sound a warning, but Nick only chuckled, dragging his tongue over the sensitive underside this time, slow, teasing, calculated. Viktor’s fingers itched, hiswolf snarling inside his chest, caught between triumph and something far more dangerous.

Nick kept his eyes locked on him as he wrapped his fingers around Viktor’s length, squeezing just enough to send a violent shudder down his spine.

Then, finally, he took him in.

Chapter seven

Nick

Viktor's cock was heavy on his tongue, hot and velvety against his lips. The bitter-salt taste of pre-come lingered as he took Viktor deeper, feeling the stretch at the corners of his mouth.

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