“God, I love you,” he mumbled around Viggo’s thick fingers, arching his back up to take Viggo’s knot deeper.
“Love you, too,” Viggo mumbled back, kissing the side of his neck and grinding his hips down as he continued coming inside of him. His fingers danced over Bjorn’s tongue, occasionally pushing back just to make him choke. “Best thing that ever happened to me.”
They stayed like that until Viggo’s knot went down.
Pushing to his feet, thighs trembling and come leaking from his ass, Bjorn stepped into the guest bathroom and cleaned himself up. Grinning to himself, he pulled up his pants and re-buckled his belt and checked himself over in the mirror to make sure he didn’t have come in unsightly places, but his uniform seemed to have survived the encounter untainted.
Viggo was waiting for him just outside the door.
“I’ll show you tall?” Bjorn parroted Viggo’s words back at him with a laugh, making Viggo roll his eyes. “Not your best comeback.”
“It made sense in my head,” Viggo defended himself. He looked down at his pants. Unlike Bjorn’s uniform, his suit had not come out of their encounter spotless. There was come on his thigh and on the hem of his jacket. “Fuck, I need to change. Are you heading out to talk to Mike?”
Bjorn nodded. “I told him I’d drop by today.”
“All right. I’m running late, so I should get changed and get going.” He pulled Bjorn in for a quick kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” Bjorn grinned, watching as Viggo turned around and walked away.
Giving himself one last look in the mirror, Bjorn made his way to the garage. It wasn’t until he stared into the empty space that he remembered that Viggo had given away his Jeep and that he had no means of transportation.
Going back inside and up the stairs, he barged in on Viggo as he was putting on a fresh suit. The light gray material draped elegantly over Viggo’s shoulders, showing off his bulk without looking too tight, shaping to his crotch and thighs in a way that made Bjorn want to get down on his knees again andworship.
“Forget something?” Viggo asked, buckling his belt. Bjorn swallowed and forced himself to look away from the faint outline of cock he could see against Viggo’s leg. It wasn’t obscene – you had to look for it to see it – but Bjorn was always looking for it.
Bjorn huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, a car. I need to buy one since you gave my old one away. Can you drop me off at a dealership on your way to work?”
Viggo shot him a sheepish grin. “Of course. I’ll be ready in two seconds.”
20
VIGGO
Grinning across the conference table, staring down the owner and CEO of IBMS, the man who’d tried to throw Viggo and his company under the bus, Viggo took a moment to savor his victory.
“Our other creditors will sue,” the man fretted for the fourth time, his hair matted with sweat and his gaze constantly flicking to the exhausted general counsel of his firm seated next to him. “If we could just-”
“No.” Viggo leaned forward, baring his teeth and relishing the way his prey leaned back in fright. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood this week. If you’d tried to pull this shit a month ago, I would have hunted you down and ripped you to shreds. With my teeth.”
The man whimpered, and Viggo leaned in even further, turning his bared teeth into a grin. “So we have a deal, yes?”
The man nodded, and with shaking hands, he grabbed the pen his lawyer handed over to sign over his company to Viggo.
“Good boy,” Viggo mocked, exiting the conference room and enjoying the sight of his enemy left slumped and defeated behind. While it would have been more satisfying to rip him to shreds, hunting him down with Bjorn by his side, the two of them chasing him down and wearing him out until he was too tired to fight, this was an acceptable – and legal – substitute.
With Bjorn back to normal and Sebastian about to join them on a second date, the last thing Viggo wanted to do was jeopardize things by getting in trouble with the law.
The council showed no mercy to alphas who made their species look uncivilized.
“I think he peed himself, a little,” Bruce said, following Viggo into his office. “You can be pretty intimidating when you want to be.”
Viggo shot his assistant a worried grin. “You don’t find me intimidating, do you, Bruce?”
Bruce laughed, cutting the sound off with a shake of his head. “Not anymore, and especially not this week. You’ve been in a really good mood.”
The statement was a question.
“Things are going well, that’s all,” Viggo said. At Bruce’s clear curiosity, he added, “Bjorn and I are seeing someone.”
