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“ S he’s out cold. After all that fresh air today, I’m sure we won’t hear a peep until morning,” I say when I get to the bottom of the stairs. The sight before me has my pussy fluttering and my mouth watering.

There’s a literal god on my couch. One arm resting on the back, Viktor’s tall frame takes up almost half the couch. His thick thighs strain in his dark jeans, legs spread in that sexy way men do.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up to expose the tantalizing veins running under his pale skin. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone, and his hair is a bit messy from wearing a hat all day, making him even more appetizing to my suddenly starving pussy .

On the floor near his feet, there are two baskets of laundry. Folded to perfection, I’m sure. Because everything this vampire does is nothing short of perfection.

Once I’m within reach, Viktor wraps his big hands around my waist and guides me to straddle his lap.

This has become our routine over the past week.

After Lily goes to bed and on nights he doesn’t volunteer, we make out on the couch like teenagers until, somehow, he ends up with his mouth between my thighs and I’m screaming his name.

It’s a good thing my daughter would sleep through a zombie apocalypse. The last thing I need is her wandering downstairs while Viktor’s making me come. Talk about an awkward conversation I’m most definitely not ready for.

We haven’t taken things further since that first time. It’s like he’s focused solely on my pleasure, which I appreciate. But I want more . I want to touch him again. I want to taste him. I want him inside me again.

Today, I shared a piece of my past with him, and I’m hoping it only strengthened this bond growing between us.

Because whoever decided we were keeping our feelings out of this situation was a damn liar.

My heart is invested now, even if I haven’t admitted it to anyone out loud.

So I’m pushing us off the cliff tonight and taking the next step.

“I had fun today,” he says, his soothing voice bringing me back to the present. “I may have let all the frogs go while you were putting Lily to bed.” One hand goes from my hip to the back of his neck, and his cheeks turn an endearing shade of pink .

I giggle. “Thank you. She’d keep every creepy crawly or slimy amphibian if I let her. And thank you for folding the laundry.” I tip my chin to the baskets on the floor.

Viktor’s flush deepens. Cute . “I don’t mind. Plus, I’m faster, so it only makes sense.”

“You know…” Skimming my hands up his broad chest and around his neck, I thread my fingers into the silken strands of his hair.

I tip his chin up until our eyes lock. “All the little things you’ve been doing around here.

” I place a kiss on his lips, pulling back before things get too heated.

“The laundry.” Another kiss. “Cooking.” And another. “It hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

My lips land on his jaw, and he groans. His fingers tighten on my hips, and he bucks his crotch up to meet my core.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for us since you got here.” Continuing down his throat, my lips make a heated trail while my fingers work to unbutton his shirt.

“Don’t stop, Maggie.” His broken moan of pleasure fuels me to keep going.

Sucking the spot where his neck and shoulder meet, I peel his shirt open. As I sit back, I admire his chest and abs. He’s so beautiful.

I run my fingers down the ladder of muscle while slipping to my knees between his spread legs.

The plush rug is like a cloud against the warm skin of my legs.

Working farther south, my lips and tongue slide against the ridges of his abs.

From beneath my lashes, I peer up to find his big body shuddering when I unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper on his pants .

“That feels so good, sweetheart.” Viktor weaves his fingers through my curls when I continue to lick and suck my way down until I reach the top of his pants.

Leaving bruises behind, possessiveness flares in my chest as I mark him as mine.

“Maggie.” My name is a prayer on his lips. “You don’t have to.”

Resting back on my heels, I let my best sultry smile spread across my lips. “Sometimes you don’t know when to shut up, Viktor. I want this. I want to be on my knees for you. I want my hand wrapped around your thick cock. And I want to feel each piercing scrape against my teeth as I taste you.”

“Holy shit.” His eyes burn with a raging inferno as he stares down at me, my hands resting on his thighs.

I may be the one on my knees right now, but it’s clear I’m the one with all the power as I reach into his pants and work Viktor’s pierced cock free.

It’s bigger than I remember, the piercings cool against my fingers as I give him a testing stroke. His thigh muscles tense, his hips buck, and a bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip. It drips down to coat the red hoop bisecting the head of his cock.

Not wasting a second, I lean down and catch the runaway drop before it goes to waste. Salty and warm, his flavor bursts against my tongue, awakening a craving for more.

More of him.

All of him.

Starting at the base, my tongue runs up the ladder piercing the underside of his cock. His groans continue, urging me on and telling me he likes what I’m doing. That he likes my mouth on him.

Courage builds in my chest, heart thumping like a herd of wild mustangs, and I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before slipping him between my lips.

I give a light suck, and Viktor mumbles a curse when the first piercing in the ladder clicks against my teeth.

“That’s it, Maggie. Suck me like a good girl.”

His words spur me on, and I work my mouth up and down his shaft until the first three piercings are slick with my saliva.

Viktor’s fingers thread into my hair, gripping near the scalp. He stops me, growling, “Sweetheart, I need your eyes on me while you suck me dry like a good little whore.”

I moan around his length, but my eyes flick up at his dirty mouth.

This stunning vampire is the picture of pleasure when I peer up at him through my lashes.

Head tipped back, the corded muscles of his neck constrict when he grits his teeth.

With one long, lithe arm spread across the back of the couch, his knuckles are white where he has the cushions in a death grip.

His broad chest heaves as I lick and suck him, but he lets me have control, and I take another piercing into my mouth. Four in total now. Only one left.

“That’s it, Maggie. Take every inch.”

On the floor, I squirm, wedging one heel against my clit and grinding down. The rough denim presses just right against the sensitive spot, and lightning zips up my spine with every rock of my hips. Fuck, that feels good .

The salty flavor of his pre-cum only has me doubling down.

I need him to come. To fill my mouth with all of him.

Adding my hands to the mix, one strokes the bottom of his shaft, the part I can’t quite fit in my mouth.

With the other, I tug at his balls, rolling and kneading until Viktor’s chest vibrates with another rumbling growl and his hips thrust up to meet my mouth.

The ring in the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, spit dribbling down the sides of his length.

It’s messing and raw—and so fucking hot. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Sweetheart, fuck , keep that up, and I’m gonna come.”

Pulling back, his dick slips from my mouth with a pop, but my hands continue to twist and stroke his glistening shaft. I smirk, fluttering my tear-stained lashes. “That’s kind of the idea, city boy.”

His lips pull into a grin that rivals mine, fangs on full display. “You have a little bit of brat in you, don’t you?”

As my fingers tighten around his balls, he groans. “Is that a problem?”

“No.” The word is choked, almost a cough. “I like my whore to have a little fire in her.” Like the fire he speaks of, his eyes flare, the red brighter than I’ve ever seen. “Now, be a good whore and swallow my cum. Every drop, Maggie. Show me you can handle it.”

The fingers in my hair flex, leading my mouth back to his cock. Taking as much as I can into my mouth, I swallow around his length before pulling back.

“That’s it, country girl. You’re doing so good. ”

His mix of degrading words and praise has me working harder, faster. One final suck and one final squeeze, the first spurts of hot cum fill my mouth. Choking a bit, I swallow down as much as I can, but some sneaks out the sides of my mouth and dribbles down my chin.

Viktor moans, and it’s the sexiest sound I think I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Once his fingers relax in my hair, and I’ve swallowed as much as I can, I pull off his softening cock.

Faster than I can blink, he has me hauled into his lap again and his mouth is on mine. His tongue plows into my mouth, swiping against mine. I’m so turned on right now, fuck. I grind down on his lap and sigh into the kiss.

“I need to taste you, Maggie,” Viktor mumbles against my lips, not bothering to break our kiss.

“Do it. Please,” I whine and roll my hips against his lower abs. My panties are so wet, I wouldn’t be surprised if my arousal has soaked through my jeans.

Laying me down on the couch, Viktor makes quick work of removing his clothes and mine.

As much as I want to cover my body and hide the imperfections from him, the unfettered desire in his eyes has me thinking otherwise.

Instead, I arch my back and spread my legs to accommodate the wide berth of his shoulders as he settles his face over my pussy. My inner walls pulse with anticipation.

Licking my inner thigh, Viktor trails his tongue closer and closer to where I ache. Where I need to be filled. “Tease,” I moan, wiggling my hips and cupping my breasts.

“Takes one to know one, Maggie.” He winks before diving headfirst into my pussy, lapping at the sensitive flesh .

I squeal and pinch my thighs around his head.

One hand clamps around each thigh, holding them hostage and spreading me open. “I thought you wanted me to taste you,” he goads, words muffled by my flesh.

Huffing a breath, I grip some of his platinum hair and tug his mouth from me. Meeting his smoldering gaze, I clarify. “I meant bite me, Viktor. Feed from me. D-Don’t you think it’s time?”

The heat cools in his gaze, replaced by sincerity. “You’re sure?”

Swallowing, I nod. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Viktor’s mouth drops open on what can only be described as a snarl.

His fangs lengthen, doubling in size. Moving back to the junction of my thigh, he swipes his tongue along the flesh.

Fingers brush my pussy lips before thrusting inside.

They curl against that perfect spot right as Viktor rears forward and sinks his fangs into me.

Burning pain rushes through my veins, and my mouth falls open on a silent scream. This is not what I imagined—but before I can shove Viktor off me, the pain turns to a burst of euphoria.

Holy shit! On impulse, my back arches off the couch, and my pussy clamps down on his fingers. The instant orgasm radiates from where Viktor’s fangs are sunk into my skin to the tips of my fingers and toes.

It’s more powerful than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced. And it’s fucking amazing!

The first pull of his lips against my skin has aftershocks of a smaller release shooting through my body .

After one more swallow, Viktor retracts his fangs from my skin. He swipes his tongue over the spot before placing a kiss there.

From head to toe, my body buzzes with pleasure when he prowls over me, settling his hips into the cradle of mine. He’s hard again, because… of course he is.

“You okay?” The longer fangs peek out from under his top lip, creating divots in his bottom lip. Sharp nails brush some stray hairs off my face. And, for the first time, I notice his eyes are lit up in the dim light of the living room.

“I’m more than okay. Are you? Your eyes are… glowing. And your fangs are bigger. And—” I pull the hand from my hair and run a finger over the long, black claws that have replaced his nails. “You have claws.”

Springing up, Viktor’s head snaps to the mirror mounted on the wall above the couch. “Holy—” The rest of his words fall away as he pulls at the skin under his eyes and prods at his fangs. “This has never happened before.” He swings his head back to me.

“What does it mean?”