Viktor
I tried to stand still, fought the urge to fidget and pace, as I waited for my girl to come through those doors. I hoped she’d like the decorations, hoped she wasn’t doubting if she was making the right choice.
The doors opened in almost slow motion, revealing her, and all my doubts scattered like whispers in the wind. She took my breath away. My body responds immediately, my body hardening as a fierce need to claim her spread in my chest.
“Goddess,” I groan, my voice low but not quiet. The elders shoot me not so discreet side glances. When she walked down the aisle, with her head held high, and our people turned to her.
She was devastatingly beautiful. When her eyes turned to me, I forgot to breathe. Her lips spread gently in a small, warm smile.
As soon as I had her in my hands, I couldn’t let her go. The reception was filled with stolen breathless kisses, ear nibbles, and burning glances.
“I wanted to raise a toast, to the woman who brings me happiness,” I said, as lifted a toast to the woman who holds my heart. “I look forward to doing life with you. I, and my pack; our pack, are lucky to have you… cheers, my love.” The crowd lift their glass to her and she stood for her speech.
I don’t think I would ever know what I had done to deserve her. She was brave, strong, and I don’t think she’ll ever know how close I was to insanity while she was gone. She didn’t come back battered and broken, she came back stronger and bolder than ever. She continues to amaze me.
Kacie
The rest of the night passed by in a swirl of lights, drinks, and laughter. A few of the pack members came up to the table periodically to congratulate me. It wasn’t long before people started shuffling out and the reception area was near empty.
“Let’s go,” Viktor murmurs, as he inclines his head to get closer.
“Where?” I ask.
“To our room,” he murmurs.
I don’t know how or when but he pushes the door open and all of a sudden he’s standing with me in his arms. He lays me on the bed, kicks off his shoes, and makes his way over to me on the bed. Viktor is far away yet close as he caresses my exposed skin.
“When I saw you on the other end of the aisle, I’ve wanted nothing more than to rip this dress off of you,” he admits, his fingers sliding down my sides. My eyes follow his movements as he punches my dress up around my waist.
I don’t know how to answer, the words I want to say are a jumbled mess in my mind. His hand trails up my thighs and I spread my legs wider for him. He groans and I practically purr when his fingers find me wanting and ready.
“You weren’t wearing anything this whole time?” He asks, sounding like he’s in pain. I don’t even bother to answer as his fingers stroke me.
The unrushed exploring of his fingers is torturous. I protest at the absence of his fingers but don’t have any time to complain when he gets up on his knees and unzips his pants. My eyes drop as he releases his hard member.
He grips his thick erection in his fist, and my jaw drops. Liquid pools at the slit and I clench my thighs for some sort of relief. He has my full attention as he strokes it slowly and something swirls low in my belly.
He climbs onto the bed, I widen my thighs, and he slowly makes his way between my legs. He reaches with his free hand and pulls down on the fabric covering my pebbled breasts. Viktor’s eyes slide over my thighs and make their way up to my face.
His eyes rest on my face as he leans down, and slides the tip of his fat cock up and down my aching core. He’s hard and thick as he pushes past my lips. I’m pushed into the bed as he fills me with every inch of his need.
I wrap my legs around his hips and my heels squeeze against his firm backside. Only when my hands are gripping his back does he pull out of me, leaving me empty before he pushes deep. His thrusts are strong and unhurried, his back muscles flexing as he struggles to keep this unhurried pace.
The sounds of our carnal desire fill the room as he pulls out and thrusts hard into me at a new angle that has me pleading for more. I don’t know how or when it happens but I’m so full and I’m flying over the edge. I lean my head back against the bed and I’m grinding my hips against him as I meet every thrust.
“Viktor!” I moan, as he pulls out and thrusts deeper. I squeeze around him and his thrusts quicken. He lets out a low groan and he continues thrusting through his orgasm with my name on his lips.
Spasms still rock my body as his hips jerk against me a few more times before he slows. He pulls out of me and the best dips and rises as he makes his way to the bathroom. Exhaustion causes my eyes to droop and I’m close to slipping into oblivion when something warm and wet presses against my core.
“Mm,” I murmur, my eyelids flutter as I struggle to stay awake.
“Rest,” he whispers, the warm cloth sweeps over my body. “I’m going to clean you up and hop into bed with you.”
“I-”
“Shh,” he says, before disappearing from my side.
The bed dips as he crawls into bed, sliding a hand in the space between the back of my neck and the bed. He pulls me into him until I’m facing his chest.
“Goodnight, Kacie,” he whispers. A warm calmness washes over me as I lay in his embrace, his large arms holding me close. Viktor rubs circles into my lower back, I snuggle into him and drift into a peaceful sleep.