I came in his mouth and fell off the edge of the fucking world.
Vik was mean. Relentless. He didn’t let go, swallowing me every second of that magic ride, until I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him up my body.
He was hard.
So fucking hard.
I gave him a moment to stop me.
He didn’t.
I gripped him in my sweaty hand and jacked him.
Once.
Twice.
Then it was his turn to fall apart and his release splattered my overheated skin.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
I had no air.
Vik had even less.
He crawled on top of me, shaking. I wrapped my arms around him, smearing the mess between us and not giving a shit. I kissed his temple, riding out the storm. I let him breathe, trusting he’d come back to me.
And he did.
[ 21 ]
VIKTOR
I took Ranger to my bedroom and into my bed. Every fibre of my body felt reborn with him, but I was so fatigued I could only lie down and stare at him in the dark, muddling a question I’d asked of him before. “My brain is tired. Will you stay if I sleep?”
In my bed.
I knew he would not leave me alone in the house.
Ranger pillowed his head on his arm and thumbed a lock of hair out of my face. “I’m here, Vik.”
Vik. I had always longed for someone to call me Vityasha. But Ranger’s rough voice embraced me however he addressed me, and Vik? I liked it almost as much as I had loved being with him tonight.
It was my last thought as I fell asleep.
My first, as I woke sometime later, was that he was still beside me, his arm around my waist, his long legs tangled with mine.
Also, he was awake, and I could not tell if he had been the whole time I had slept.
I love him.
“You look worried,” I whispered. “What is wrong?”
Ranger’s eyes glittered in the dawn. “Jakov called. He wanted to know howoperationalyou are.”
“He wants to know if I can fight.”
