Page 75 of Damaged Princess

"We're keeping an eye out to see if Dimitri heads this way. Merrick, that's one of the guys I used to work with. He's even better with computers than Castro is. He sent me access to toll booth cameras along the route. He's watching others. There's more than one way to get here from New York."

I nod. "That makes sense. Could you be missing them right now because I'm distracting you?"

"I can rewind the footage," he says, running his hand over my back and settling it on my hip. "You know if they do showup here as opposed to at the lodge that there's a very low chance they'll survive until the police arrive, right?"

My heart pounds rapidly as my mouth goes dry. I know they're capable of protecting themselves. Rationally, I get that. I'm still terrified, though. Bad guys are more dangerous than good men because they don't have lines they won't cross. I personally know how vile and treacherous Dimitri can be, and I still don't know which of the others escaped with him.

"I didn't mean to upset you, princess," Vik says in a soothing tone.

"I know. My anxiety is through the roof, but it's not because of what you said," I assure him.

"Want me to carry you back to the nest? You can snuggle in between Wolfe and Cas."

I shake my head. "I want to stay out here with you."

"Okay," Vik agrees indulgently.

"Remember what we did last time when you helped me calm down?"

"When I gave you a bath and rub-down after?" Vik asks, smiling a huge smile that takes over his entire face.

"No." I shake my head. "After Pack Frasier showed up…"

"How could I forget?" he says, sounding amused. "You want to do that now?"

"Please?"

"Ask for it, princess," Vik says, tilting my chin up.

"Can I warm your cock, Daddy?" My eyes squeeze shut. He always wants to hear the words. My face heats, but I know he'll say yes. Vik is a very indulgent guy. He's growly and quick to spank—I learned that lesson the hard way. But he's also extremely soft on the inside. Or he's soft with me when I need him to be.

"Of course, sweet girl. Eyes open. That's it. Such a good girl. Now tell me where you want to warm my cock."

My mind files through the options. Ass is off-limits, or so Wolfe thinks. Pussy would be good because we could cuddle, but it might make it difficult for him to keep watch, which I know is really important to him.

"In my mouth," I finally decide.

"Sounds good to me," Vik says. "Same as last time?"

"Please?"

"I do love it when you're sweet." Vik beams. "Get comfortable."

I climb on top of him, giving him a quick kiss, and slide down between his legs. Vik sits up, scooting back some so I have room to stretch out on the cushion. I pull his sweats until they're halfway down his thighs.

I briefly consider begging him to let me suck him off, but I remind myself he's trying to keep us all safe.

Stupid omega impulses.

I really don't understand how we've survived as a designation. Apparently it's only because alphas have the innate drive to protect us because our instincts really are too stupid to live at times.

I put my head on Vik's lower stomach and thigh, just below his hip bone. I pull his cock to my mouth. He's half-hard, but I know from experience that'll change as soon as he's inside me.

Last time he got so hard I couldn't believe he didn't come solely from my soft suckling.

He's salty and tastes delicious. He's literally my cock pacifier, and I love it. He stretches over, grabbing the laptop, and puts it on his chest. His left hand falls to my head as he gently runs his fingers over my scalp and through my hair.

His cock twitches in my mouth like he's holding himself back from thrusting. I like it when I can roll my tongue around the bottom and hold him where he nearly touches the back of my throat.

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