Saved by the Alien Crime Boss (Aliens Among Us #4)

Chapter 12

TWELVE

Viktor was rigid and unmoving beneath Mina. Not even his lips yielded, despite her caressing them with her own. He didn’t make a sound, didn’t breathe, just sat like a statue.

Please. Please kiss me back.

His grip on her wrists strengthened infinitesimally, and a barely perceptible tremor ran through his body.

Mina touched her forehead to his. “Viktor…”

With a snarl, he crushed his mouth against hers. She rocked back at the suddenness and force of it, but his hold on her arms didn’t let her move far—and he didn’t allow the kiss to break. His mouth was hungry, savage, and punishing, claiming her with merciless intensity.

Fire erupted within Mina. It blazed between her legs and licked at her every nerve, leaving no part of her unaffected.

He guided her arms down and behind her back, where he locked her wrists together with one big hand.

Mina pressed against him and returned the kiss with reckless abandon. Her hardened nipples grazed his chest through her sweater. The sensation made her clit twitch, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, wanted to feel his heat, his touch. Wanted no barriers between them.

Viktor’s free hand rose, and his fingers delved into her hair at the nape of her neck, grasping a fistful of curls as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth and curled around hers, claiming it as thoroughly as he had her lips. She didn’t care about the strain in her shoulders or the slight sting on her scalp. All that mattered was him, this kiss, this moment.

Her core felt heavy and achy, and her pussy, slick with arousal, was swollen with need. Mina ground her pelvis against him and whimpered at the friction on her clit.

Viktor shuddered and growled, tightening his grip on her hair and breaking the kiss. “ Zekt’al , val’syra .”

“Please,” she rasped, opening her eyes. She tugged her arms, wanting to touch him, longing for him to touch her. “I need you.”

He bared his teeth. His chest heaved with his ragged breaths, and his eyes were pools of molten silver, blazing with fervent hunger. They reflected her desire, her need, amplifying it tenfold.

“Hands on my shoulders,” he commanded, releasing her wrists, “and keep them there.”

“But I?—”

“ Now, Mina.”

Mina’s core clenched in response to the authority in his voice as she obeyed. His powerful muscles flexed beneath her palms, and heat radiated from his skin.

Grasping her ass, Viktor lifted her against his body as he stood. Mina’s legs instinctually wrapped around his waist. As he carried her toward the living room, he buried his face against her neck and shoulder and inhaled.

“You smell so fucking good.” His husky voice was hot against her sensitive skin, punctuated by the touch of his lips and the teasing scrape of his teeth.

Shivering, Mina squeezed his shoulders and tilted her head, allowing him more access to her. She gasped when she felt the wet glide of his tongue along her throat.

His groan vibrated into her. “Taste even better.”

When they reached the couch, he laid her on her upon it and followed her down. Kneeling between her thighs, he grasped the hem of her shirt and drew it up over her head, forcing her to let go of his shoulders. Cool air touched her bare skin. Her nipples, already hard, tightened further, but it was Viktor’s gaze upon her now exposed breasts that made them ache.

Rather than cover herself—as would’ve been her instinct were he anyone else—Mina let her arms fall to either side of her head. There was no shame in this. No shame in their primal, burning passion.

Viktor tossed her shirt aside without looking away from her. He flattened his hands on her belly, sliding them up until his calloused palms glided over her breasts and brushed her nipples. Mina’s breath hitched, and her skin prickled.

“You’re so soft.” He cupped her breasts, kneading and caressing as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs, tracing little circles around the budded peaks.

Mina’s brow creased as pleasure tingled through her body. When she touched her breasts, it never felt like this—it was no more sensual or pleasing than touching her own arm or leg. But the sensations Viktor’s hands elicited were potent, pervading, and maddeningly erotic. He wasn’t just touching her, he was worshipping her.

Eyelids growing heavy, she sighed and arched into his touch, wanting more. Needing more.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, heightening the ache between Mina’s thighs and making her whimper. If he continued, she would come from this alone.

And then he pinched.

Pain-coated pleasure zipped through her, straight to her clit. She cried out and slapped her hands over his.

Viktor chuckled. “So fucking responsive.”

“Viktor, please,” Mina pleaded. She was so aroused that it hurt.

He turned his hands to take hold of Mina’s, guided her arms over her head, and pinned them on the armrest. As he leaned over her and lowered his face, his long hair fell forward to brush her skin. His mouth came so close to hers that his words tickled her lips. “I like hearing you beg, val’syra .”

Mina stared up into his eyes. His heat washed over her body, and his spicy scent suffused her senses, growing stronger and more intoxicating by the moment.

Viktor flicked his tongue over her lips. Mina tilted her face up for a kiss, but he remained just out of reach.

“Tell me what you need, Mina.”

She tightened her thighs around his hips and tugged her hands. He didn’t budge, keeping her wrists firmly trapped above her head. She wanted to touch him, wanted to feel his warm skin beneath her palms. “I need you.”

His lips curled into grin as he switched his hold on her arms to a single hand, which was still too strong for her to overcome. “Do you want my hand?” Gaze locked with hers, he slowly moved down Mina’s body as his free palm trailed along her arm and side. “Or my mouth?”

Viktor dragged his tongue over her nipple.

Mina drew in a sharp breath. “Viktor…”

“Which is it, Mina? Hand…” His hand descended, gliding over her hips and along her outer thigh. “Or mouth…” He licked the hard peak of her nipple again before nipping it with his teeth.

The jolt of pleasure made her pelvis buck and forced out her answer in a gasp. “Both!”

“Ah, val’syra …” Viktor changed the direction of his hand, pushing her skirt up the rest of the way as his fingers shifted to her inner thigh. “Good answer.”

He closed his lips around her nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

Mina moaned, closing her eyes and arching her back. She again tugged against his hold, but it was to no avail. He kept her wrists prisoner. His mouth was scalding, the suction sublime, and each pull on her nipple sent a pulse to her core. His warm breath fanned over her skin as he sucked, and sucked, and sucked until she was panting and writhing, uncertain of whether she wanted to beg him to stop or beg him for more.

Her clit thrummed, and she couldn’t even close her legs in an attempt the relieve it. She was close to coming, so close, just from the feel of his mouth on her breast.

But he did relent, releasing her nipple to twirl his tongue around the sensitive bud while his fingertips skimmed her pussy through her underwear. He hummed appreciatively. “So wet for me.”

She opened her eyes to look down at him.

“I can smell you, val’syra .” Viktor slipped a finger under the fabric. He curled that finger, and a soft moan escaped her as his knuckle grazed her sex. He hooked her panties and drew them away from her damp flesh. “I can smell your desire.”

God, his words, spoken in that deep, sultry voice, combined with his touch to send ripples of excitement through her.

He pulled on the fabric. The band of her panties dug into her skin briefly before the material gave way with a rip .

Viktor’s gaze fixated on her pussy.

“Ah, Mina.” He trailed his fingertips through her pubic hair. “Your cunt is prettier than I imagined.”

And then his fingers delved between her folds. He growled through his teeth as his eyes bored into hers. “So fucking hot and wet.”

Those fingers explored, tracing her labia, her entrance, and Mina tensed in anticipation, clenching her hands, undulating her hips, needing him, wanting him to?—

Mina cried out, her entire body twitching, when he brushed her clit.

Viktor’s lips curled into a sinful smile. “Ah, there it is.”

Had her mind not been so clouded by desire, had her body not been on edge with the need for release, she might’ve questioned those words. But all her focus was on his touch.

He stroked her clit again.

Mina whimpered, shivering at the sensation that swept through her, and undulated her hips. “Viktor... Please. Please, don’t stop. It feels so good.”

Something flashed in his eyes, and all humor faded from his expression. He didn’t look away from her as his fingertips circled the throbbing nub. His touch was unhurried but reverent as he watched her, seemingly transfixed by her every reaction.

The pleasure within Mina coiled tighter and tighter. Her breaths came quick and shallow, and her hips rolled, desperate for the pace to increase, for him to press harder and alleviate that growing pressure inside.

Until it became too much.

Mina closed her eyes and spread her thighs wider. Her breasts bounced as she rocked against his fingers, reduced to a wanton, wild thing yearning for release. Flames curled in her belly, growing hotter and hotter with each circle he traced. She was so wet that it was dripping down her ass. Her shoulders ached from the strain created by his hold on her wrists, but she didn’t care. The whole universe was narrowed down to his touch, to the pleasure it provided her.

“So beautiful,” Viktor rumbled.

Mina forced her eyes open to look at him. His gaze burned, hot and possessive. His spicy, delirious scent filled her senses, stronger than ever, thickening the lustful fog in her mind. She breathed it in greedily.

A tremor swept through her, making her thighs quiver.

That was her only warning.

Mina’s body tensed. She threw her head back as a wave of sensation took hold of her. Her lips parted with a silent cry, voice stolen by the pleasure, and light burst behind her eyelids like an exploding star. Her core contracted, and finally, finally , a cry tore from her throat.

She snapped her thighs closed, unable to withstand the force, but they were halted by Viktor’s body between them.

And he didn’t stop. He was merciless, tightening his grip on her wrists as he applied more pressure to her clit and quickened his strokes.

“Yes, val’syra ,” Viktor growled. “More. Give me more.”

Moaning, Mina twisted and thrashed. Viktor kept her caged in, but she didn’t want to escape. Never wanted to. She wanted this moment to last forever.

“Fuck, your pretty cunt is soaking,” Viktor grated. “That’s it, Mina. Look at how passionate you are. Come from my hand again.”

His command was like magic, leaving her body no choice but to obey. Another orgasm struck Mina, almost too painful to endure, seizing her every muscle as liquid heat gushed from her. That flow went on and on and on, wrenching a ragged cry from her.

Mina gasped, her eyes flying open in shock to look at Viktor.

Did I just…

His fingers stilled, and his nostrils flared with a deep inhalation. She felt his chest rumble with a growl as he cocked his head and brought his hand up. It glistened, dripping with her essence.

Humiliation flooded her. “Oh God. I-I didn’t… I never?—”

Viktor brought his hand to his mouth.

Stunned, Mina watched as he ran his tongue up his palm before slipping his fingers into his mouth. His eyes met hers. Their silver seemed almost reflective, but it shrank rapidly as his pupils expanded, turning his gaze into a ravenous void.

He drew himself up and lowered his face toward hers, not breaking eye contact with her for even a fraction of a second. “Keep your hands right fucking here, or I’ll stop. Understand?”

Mina’s brow knitted. “What?—”

“Do. You. Understand?”

She nodded quickly, still uncertain but trusting him.

Viktor kissed her roughly, the sort of kiss that left no question of his claim on her. She tasted herself on his lips; it only turned her on more. When he broke the kiss, he also released her wrists.

Sinking to his knees on the floor, he threw her legs over his shoulders, dropped his head, and dragged his tongue along her pussy.

“Viktor!” Mina’s eyes rolled back, and her toes dug into the backs of his shoulders.