Taking Ant’s arm, Viktor hurried him outside, eager for a breath of fresh air. It was so different, such a switch in realities from the dimness of the bar and the bright sunshine outside.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Viktor said, taking Ant over to his car. “Anywhere but here. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a late lunch.”
“Did you get the information we needed?” Ant asked as he slid into the passenger seat. Viktor opened the back door of the car for Able.
Hurrying around to the driver’s side, Viktor felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. “Duncan was helpful,” he said as he got into the car, slammed the door, and shoved the key into the ignition. “We’ve got a few leads.”
“How does anyone work out how much to pay in drinks before the informant has passed over the information? I tried askingthe man at the bar, but he didn’t seem to know. That’s why I bought four beers and a whiskey. I didn’t want Duncan to think he wasn’t appreciated. Is there a code about that sort of thing I can use for future reference?”
“Probably not.” Viktor chuckled. He felt better just being in traffic. “Everybody’s different,” he tried to explain. “With Duncan, if he didn’t want to speak to me, he wouldn’t have mentioned the drinks. By asking if I wasbuyinghim a drink…”
“Ah, what he was actually asking was if you were prepared to pay for information. That’s quite clever, talking in code. What would he have said if he didn’t have information for you?”
“He would tell me to piss off.” Viktor’s chuckles turned to laughter. Ant’s curiosity was like a breath of fresh air, and after being in the Salty Belle, Viktor needed it. “Don’t worry about trying to work that out, babe. As I said, every gangster has different ways of doing things, and different things they will take as payment. As I really hope we won’t be dealing with all of this crap for much longer, it’s not something you need to know,” he added. “Where do you want to go for lunch? Pick a favorite place of yours. I’m in the mood for a steak.”
Chapter Fifteen
“By the goddess V, let me see you.” Ant was gasping for breath, and his heart was pounding so hard he could hear it.
It wasn’t the water from the shower, pounding over his back and shoulders, that was leaving him feeling as though he was running a marathon. It was Viktor who was doing a darn good job of finding every erogenous zone a body was capable of having. Ant was clinging on by a thread, pleasure racing through his body in one wave after another.
You can’t see me, Viktor’s voice came through his head.You’ve got your eyes closed.
For good reason. Viktor had made himself invisible again. He loved how he could use his special powers to tantalize Ant in all sorts of wicked ways. Ant had no way of knowing where the next touch was coming from, where the next nibble would be felt against his skin. It was enticing, very arousing, but Ant didn’t dare open his eyes because the sight of him clinging to something which essentially wasn’t there, fucked his brain up in more ways than one.
“V, please,” he said, almost sobbing as the pleasure drove him insane. “I’m sure you’ve found all of them. You’re nowhere near my neck.”
How do you know?Viktor’s voice came through his head again. His mate was quite clever at using their mind link when his mouth was otherwise engaged.
Ant groaned and just let himself go. He knew Viktor would never drop him. He knew that not one drop of his blood would ever be wasted, no matter how many times those teeth grazed his skin. His vampire cared far too much for him to let that happen.
But as the tease of hard lips and hands, the pinch of a fang, and the incessant pressure of Viktor’s fingers playing all over his body sent Ant’s senses soaring, the only way that he could stay sane was by keeping his eyes closed. He was clinging to solid flesh, he could feel, even though he couldn’t see it.
He found himself flying through the air for just one second as Viktor caught him again, and the next thing he knew his front was plastered against the tiles of the shower wall.
“Spread those legs, babe,” Viktor said, his voice husky as he spoke out loud. Just the deep timbre of Viktor’s tones was enough to send Ant’s senses into overload. He groaned again, feeling Viktor’s strong hands on his hips, holding them steady. His legs were dangling. There was nowhere he could go. He was at the most awkward angle, but given their height difference, Ant assumed it was necessary.
“What are you doing?” There was a sharp nip on his right butt cheek. “I’m sure there’s not an erogenous zone down there.” Although Ant’s cock seemed to think that there was, pressed as it was between his abs and the cool tiles. It just wanted relief.
Ant resisted the urge to hump. Catching the edge of his cock on the edge of a tile or a bit of grout didn’t sound like fun, but god’s it was so tempting. Before Viktor, Ant hadn’t realized intense pleasure with another person was possible. But Viktor seemed determined to remind him, every single time they came together, how much he was valued and more importantly for Ant, how much Viktor could concentrate on him and him alone as he played with his body.
Viktor’s cock pressed against his hole and Ant tried to widen his legs and relax. But his legs weren’t cooperating. He heard the chuckle in his mind this time, as Viktor boosted him up a bit, sliding his butt down over his cock, leaving Ant with theimpression he was being suspended on that one appendage, with nowhere to go.
Not that he cared. Flinging his arm backward, Ant grabbed hold of the one part of Viktor under his hands. He needed the reassurance of that solidness. If Ant thought about it too hard, being fucked by an invisible being was guaranteed to send his mind in a tizzy – especially with the way Ant’s mind worked.
But Ant trusted what his fingers could feel. He could hear Viktor’s breath against his ear, feel his body against Ant’s back as he started to move. Viktor wasn’t in a hurry, but Ant really wished he was. Ant had gotten used to feeling Viktor inside of him, but the thrill over how Viktor made him feel never lessened.
Viktor was still playing with him. Ant could tell by his mate’s carefully controlled thrusts, which were guaranteed to tease Ant to the point of screaming. Viktor’s hands held him steady, not allowing him to move, and the tension in Ant’s body grew.
His senses were assaulted on all sides. There was the physical side which was all Viktor – his strength, his hands, the control of his carefully timed thrusts. There were the external forces of the steamy air and the water still pounding down from the ceiling.
Combined with all that was the mental imagery in his brain – filled with the sensations coming from Viktor. Ant could feel his mate’s pleasure, feel the way the muscles around his ass were caressing Viktor’s cock as readily as his fingers had done earlier that night.
In those moments, Ant felt as though he could see into the depths of Viktor’s soul.I need to come,he yelled through their bond.
The fear of snagging his cockhead on a tile wasn’t helping. Ant tried to move his hands down so he could at least protect the head of his dick. But with the way Viktor was thrusting into him,it wasn’t possible. Ant would end up with a face smushed into the ceramic tiles.
“Turn me around,” he pleaded, showing Viktor in his mind how he wanted to be facing his mate, his legs supported by Viktor’s hips, his hands flat on Viktor’s chest. Ant desperately wanted the orgasm he’d been promised for the last half hour. He’d have a lot better chance of doing that if he were facing his mate.
