Page 28 of Wolfsbane

He could do anything he set his mind to, and right that second, he’d set his mind to lowering me back onto the cavern floor and pressing me down with his ridiculously firm body.

Firm everywhere, and holy shit, that helped. His cock pressed against mine as his hips slid between my legs. Maybe it was just physical, but he wanted me, and—and right then, that was enough.

Because as lost as I was about this kind of stuff, Viktor was . . . Well, he’d been through more, and he’d had less, and when I’d kissed him, I’d had one thing in mind: I was going to give him everything that I’d dreamed someone might give to me.

This might not be what either one of us would have chosen, but if he really didn’t mind having me close, then there was no reason for this to be bad for either one of us. His story had made my heart ache, and I wanted to pour myself into him like that might fix it.

It wouldn’t, but—but no doubt he’d saved my life already, and he deserved the same softness and care I’d hoped for. If I wasn’t going to have it, then I’d do my best to give it to him.

I stroked his cheeks as we kissed. His beard was short and stubbly beneath my fingers, the planes of his face sharp. But goddess, his lips were so soft.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, and a strange buzzing warmth played at the corners of my jaw. I opened for him, letting my tongue dance against his. A rumble that wasn’t quite my own, but came from the satisfied wolf, played in my chest when I hooked my right leg behind his thigh and lifted my hips.

He rolled his own to meet my movement, and his cock dragged against mine, two hard shafts trapped between us.

I moaned and let my head fall back on his shirt. I met his eye and—and I thought . . . he was affected too. He had to be, because his lips were parted and swollen, and he was staring down at me like I was some startling thing.

Breathless, I smiled. “That feels so good,” I admitted, rocking against him again.

He gave me a little nod, his arms trembling as he held himself over me. He rolled his hips. His balls brushed against mine, and I let my eyes slide shut as I dragged him in for another kiss.

It was easy, like this, to let our bodies find their own rhythm. I wasn’t sure that I was doing this particularly well, but it certainly felt good, and from the precome Viktor dragged across my skin, it did for him too.

That didn’t mean that I was going to get presumptuous about things, though. He’d had plenty of decisions taken from him, and maybe it was annoying for me to keep checking in but . . . well, I’d rather be annoying than evil.

He broke our kiss to catch his breath, and I bit my lip against a smile. I liked the sight of him like this—flushed high in his cheeks and a little rumpled and sweaty. I reached up to tuck a messy lock of hair behind his ear.

“Is it okay if I touch you?”

His mouth closed, but it wasn’t set in the same firm, serious line as usual. He nodded.

It felt wonderfully indulgent when I curled my fingers and let my knuckles skim down his neck, when I could feel his pulse hammering beneath my touch.

When he sighed, his eyes fluttered shut, and that was—he’d never know what a gift that was, to make him feel like he could take his eyes off of me and just enjoy the moment.

Yeah, I—I wanted sex to always be like this. I wanted to be generous, and maybe this didn’t mean all that I’d hoped it would when the day finally came, but his pleasure was enough for me. Just seeing him relax made me feel like I might be worthwhile.

“And can I kiss you?” I asked. “In other places . . . ”

Viktor opened his eyes again, confusion curling his lip and furrowing his brow. “If you . . . want to.”

I grinned up at him. Rather than respond right away, I leaned up to kiss his neck. His breath caught, and he let it out with a shudder as I suckled my way up to his ear and nibbled his earlobe. “I do.”

His mouth found mine again, but this time, I let my hands roam. His back really was strong beneath my hands, and when I slipped my hands down to squeeze his ass . . . goddess above, I really should’ve tried to get a better look at it. I hated to think that he was all the more beautiful because of how hard his life had been, but I’d be damned if I gave him less because his story had broken my heart.

No, if anything, I meant to give him more.

I slipped a hand between us, skimming my fingertips over his abs and lower, until he ground his hips and the tip of his cock slid into the curve of my fingers. “Fuck, you feel nice,” I breathed against his lips.

He was thick and so hot in my hand. My fingers were sticky with droplets from both his cock and mine, but it wasn’t enough.

“Sit back?” I asked.

He sat up on his knees at once—really like a soldier, to follow orders so quickly.

Well, requests. I didn’t want to order him around at all.

When I rolled over onto my knees and eased him back to sit on the shirt, he scowled at me. But he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to question me.