Viktor’s voice was a whip when he commanded, “Turn over.”
Her pulse jumped. A large part of her wanted to obey without question, yielding to the safety and comfort his dominance offered, but a bigger part understood that this dance between them was vital. Things would not be settled until they saw it to the end.
So instead of bowing to the veryalphacommand, Camille halted his approach with one slim foot planted in the center of his golden chest. Meeting his hungry gaze, she lifted her chin and breathlessly replied, “Make me.”
Viktor smiled. “Wrong answer, sweetheart.”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Viktor wrappedhis fingers around her slim ankle. It felt perfectly weighted in his palm — all smooth skin and strong elvish bone, wrought in a shape so fine it felt divinely made in his unworthy hand.
For the span of a heartbeat, all he could do was stare at the creature spread out before him like an offering. Defiance made her violet eyes glow, but everything else about her was well-loved and marked by him. Her lavender skin shone with a thin layer of sweet, clean sweat, and her dark nipples were puckered. A single droplet of blue blood slid down the gentle curve of her breast.
Her chest rose and fell with short, excited pants, and her hair was a riot of short black waves on the pale gray duvet. When he squeezed her ankle, he felt the lithe muscle under his hand tremble.
Viktor took in all of this between one breath and the next. He wasted no more time than that.
Releasing her ankle, he tossed her leg to one side and grasped her waist, turning her over and moving her up the bed in one smooth move. A gusty exhale left her when her chest hit the mattress, palms flattening to catch her fall too late.
By the time she thought to push herself up, he was already behind her. One hand ripped the robe off of her arms, revealing the smooth lines of her back and ass, while the other fisted her hair and pulled her head to one side. Pressing her cheek down into the pillows, he leaned in close to hiss, “Make you, sweetheart? I don’t need tomakeyou do anything. I think you’d bend over with a smile if I asked you nice enough.”
He couldn’t resist running his tongue along the line of her angular jaw, tasting the salt and sweetness there. “But you don’t want me to ask nicely, do you? You want me totake.”
Camille made a low sound in the back of her throat — part growl, part purr. Her shoulders tensed, but before she could reach back to take a swipe at him, Viktor pinned her hands down with one of his own. Her clawless fingers dug into the downy pillows. Bucking her hips under him, she tried to crane her neck to snap her teeth at his throat.
A snarl pulled his upper lip over his aching fangs. The animal pressed close to the forefront of his mind, howling for her submission at the same time that it reveled in her fight.
Except that it wasn’t really a fight. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he still understood that if Camille wanted to, she could have thrown him off at any moment. Elves were like quicksilver — hard to hold and faster than lightning. She fought him, but she wasn’tfightinghim.
The animal in him recognized that this was a dance, and it was one she led.
That didn’t make it any less potent, any lessreal,though. Viktor knew she wanted him to win just as he knew hehadto win.
Using his knees, he nudged her legs apart. His cock, aching still despite his earlier release, rested against the sweet curve of her backside when he leaned down, pressing his chest against her back. He could feel the roaring heat of her cunt against his skin, the sweet wetness that glided between them. He licked her clean, but with the way her body reacted to him, it didn’t make a difference.
Still, she snapped at him. Elvish fangs, razor sharp and numbering four to his measly two, came within a hairsbreadth of his throat before he jerked his head back.
“If you keep trying to take a chunk out of me, I’m never going to be able to free one of my hands up,” he coolly informed her. Thrusting his hips against her backside in a teasing rhythm, he asked, “Is that what you want? To keep my hands occupied so I can never be inside you, sweetheart? Did you want me to leave you aching? Because I can. I can get off this way no problem.”
A very feminine growl rattled out of her chest and straight into his. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would.” To punctuate his point, Viktor picked up his pace, sliding himself back and forth against her. Underneath him, her spine locked, trembling with tension.
She canted her hips back, trying to change the angle, but with his body weight holding her in place, there was very little room for her to move. Viktor watched her expression contort with frustration as her fingertips clawed the pillow above her.
Peering up at him through slitted eyelids, she bit out, “I guess you’ll just have to find some other way to hold me, because the second you release me, I’mreallygoing to bite you.”
Fuck.
Faced with the intensely erotic image of Camille bitinghim,Viktor’s cock jerked. The fever rose, hot and unstoppable, until a film of deep red covered his vision.“You want a bite?”he grated, each word a rumbling, inhuman snarl.“Then you’ll have a bite.”
Pulling her head up and to one side, Viktor closed his jaws over the juncture of her neck and shoulder andbit.
Camille made the softest, sweetestbuhsound as his fangs sank into her skin. Every muscle in her body went suddenly lax. Magic roared between them, hot and wild, scalding them both.
And suddenly, Viktorfelther there, in that tender place where he carried every soul in his pack. She twined her threads into the tapestry, braiding herself around and through him, until they were one inseparable force.
Mine,his coyote howled.Finally mine!
