He’s breathing hard, and so am I. Not from the fight, but from the blaze ripping through my chest. My entire body is lighting the fuck up with loud fireworks that drown out everything around me.
“No one?” I repeat, voice almost manic. “You haven’t let anyone but me touch you, Mishka?”
“Fuck off.” He tries to wiggle free, but I put more pressure on his hands and thighs.
“Answer me. Am I really the only one you’ve touched since Danika?”
“Yeah…” He trails off, then adds, “Not everyone is an animal like you, asshole.”
Oh, fuck.
Fuckme.
I’m so happy, so elated, so goddamn proud, I feel like I could burst out of my own fucking skin.
He and Danika ended a couple of months ago, and he’s only hadmesince.
I mean, I also haven’t fucked anything but his mouth and my hand since then, but still. The knowledge that he’s also had the same experience is so gratifying.
During my imaginary dance, I loosen my grip, and Vaughn punches me, then we roll on the ground until he’s once again on top, staring down at me, his lips parted, his gaze flashing.
“I’m telling you, Yulian, I find you flirting with someone else again, grinding against them, letting them put their fucking hands on you, I’ll skin them alive.”
“Violent. Just the way to my heart.”
“I’m fucking serious.” He grabs my throat and shoves my head into the floor. “I will hurt you if you don’t keep your dick in check.”
“Deal.” I grab his nape, yanking him down. “In return, you’ll stop pretending you don’t already belong to me.”
“You’re the one who belongs tome.” He bites my lower lip. “Iownyou, Volchonok. Are we clear?”
My lips part. “What did you just call me— Mmm.”
My words dissolve into a moan when he crashes his mouth to mine, slurping on my tongue, his hand fisting my hair.
A metallic taste explodes in my mouth, and I’m not sure whether it’s his blood or mine. I don’t care either, because Vaughn just gave me a nickname.
Volchonok.
Little wolf.
The kiss is chaos—clashing sounds, tangled limbs. It’s a fight, a punishment, and a hunger that consumes us both.
I can’t let go, and neither can he. His grip is everywhere—one hand locked at my throat, the other roaming relentlessly from my hair to my chest to my waist.
I reach between us and unbutton his pants, making us both groan when our hard dicks rub against each other’s through the fabric.
Fuck me.
Seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on by the erotic wrestling. But then again, everything about Vaughn drips with sexual charm.
He can scowl, and I’ll be ready to come in my pants.
I want himthatmuch.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want Vaughn. Sue me.
My hand shakes a little as I unbutton my jeans. Our cocks touch through the thin layer of our boxers, and just like that, I’m embarrassingly leaking all over mine.
