Viktor laughed. “You know, I think it was the teenagers.”
“The teenagers? Weres or ours?”
His chest swelled with pride when she so casually referred to their young packmates asours.
“Both. They started running into each other a lot when they visited Margot’s Healing House, and because I escorted so many of our kids there, I got to know them.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I think one day I just had this realization that they and their caretakers were so similar to my pack that it made me sort of… ache for them, I guess. I empathize with them. After that, it just seemed like a natural fit.”
“Do you think they’ll be able to make it all work?”
“I do, yeah.” He turned around in her arms. Cupping her cheeks, he continued, “I think they were well on their way before now, but a little helping hand never hurts.”
Camille tilted her head into his palm. A smile pulled at her plush mouth, soft and full of tenderness. He loved it when she took bites out of him, but Viktor almost couldn’t stand it when she was so sweet. Every moment felt like a gift he hadn’t earned; every smile a kiss of sunlight on a cold soul.
“I’m excited for them,” she said, “and I think they’ll take good care of the land.”
He smoothed his thumbs over the swells of her cheekbones. “I’m excited for us, too.”
Camille was quiet for a moment. Her eyes roved around the room, perhaps taking in the hushed atmosphere, the semi-darkness provided by the shades, and the nearly barren landscape of what was once a cramped office.
Outside, tourists and locals alike strutted up and down the springy, magic-heavy sidewalks. The sounds of cars and conversation was a dull white noise through the thick walls of the old building.
“You know, this reminds me of someplace,” she said, slanting a look at him through her thick black lashes.
Viktor leaned forward to brush the corner of her mouth with his. “Hm? Does it?”
“Yeah.”
“Where, sweetheart?”
Her arms slid down from his waist. Fingers danced along the top of his leather belt until they rested on the buckle. “The meeting room.”
Viktor’s spine locked. A rush of instant arousal made his blood heat. Voice dropping, he rumbled against her skin, “Does it, now?”
That day in the meeting room felt like a lifetime ago, but he knew it would be forever seared into his memory. It was the first time in twenty years that he got to hold her, taste her, bewith heras the man he had become, not the scared, angry boy he was.
Slipping his hand under her silky dress, thrusting his fingers into the cunt he’d fantasized about for so very long, was a moment of such profound eroticism hestillshuddered when he thought of it.
Camille’s nimble fingers made quick work of his belt buckle. The sound of metal jangling and the quiet scrape of leather were loud in the quiet of the office.
“I think we should get a redo on that day,” she whispered. There was a husky note to her voice that he’d come to associate with her desire. Just hearing it was enough to make his cock ache.
Her lips trailed over his jaw to nip at his ear while her hands undid the button and zipper of his slacks. He turned his head, trying to catch her lips in a kiss,needingthe taste of her on his tongue, but Camille only let out a husky laugh and moved in the opposite direction.
“Cam…” He groaned when she shimmied his slacks and briefs down his hips, freeing his cock. Viktor let out a low growl of frustration when she turned her head again, evading his kiss. “Cam, you not letting me kiss you isnotmy favorite memory of that day.”
“Oh, I couldn’t tell,” she sweetly replied. Palming his cock in her gloriously bare hand, she purred, “And whatwasyour favorite memory of that day, Alpha Hamilton?”
Viktor collared her throat, pushing upward until her jaw was framed by the junction of his thumb and fingers. It forced her to hold still as he slid his tongue along her lower lip.
Fuck,he thought,she put on some berry lip gloss or something.
There was nothing — absolutelynothing —hotter than licking a woman’s lipstick off. When it tasted like spun sugar and berries and hismate,it was utterly incomparable.
Wrapping his free hand around the one she had on his cock, he forced her to give it a hard, almost painful squeeze. “Sweetheart, you have no idea what it felt like to touch your cunt for the first time. Never felt much for the gods before, butthat —it was like I had my fingers in somethingholy.”
He watched, rapt, as her slitted pupils expanded in a rush. Hardly anything remained of her violet irises, giving her eyes the illusion of limitless depth — like she wanted to swallow him whole.
Her breaths puffed against his mouth as he gently bit down on her plump lower lip. The feeling of her thumb skating over the flared head of his cock, spreading a bead of pre-come across his flushed skin, made him bite her just a little harder, just how he knew she liked it.
