Page 63 of His Master

“On your back,” Victor ordered as he undressed the rest of the way himself, watching me while tired hunger radiated from him.

An impossible thrill zipped through me. We were both so, so tired. We were in my parents’ house, in the bed I’d slept in since I was a teenager who had outgrown my old kiddie bed. But that didn’t stop me from doing everything Victor ordered, no matter where it would lead.

“Hold your legs apart,” Victor continued his orders as he toed off his shoes, then unfastened his trousers.

I didn’t dare protest or disobey, even though I could hear my parents’ voices as they walked down the hall and past my bedroom door. I grabbed my ankles as I parted my legs and lifted my knees out and to the side, froglike. The position exposed my slick hole to Victor’s ready gaze.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pushing his trousers off and setting them aside. “That’s the most beautiful scent in the world. Your dripping hole.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Thank you, Master.” I then stepped cheekily out of my place for a moment to say, “You have the most intoxicating alpha scent, too.”

“Do I?” Victor asked, moving to the bed, then pushing the covers back even more so that he could crouch between my stretched-open legs to breathe me in straight from the source. “And what is my scent?”

He asked casually as he brushed his beard stubble, which had grown a lot, since we hadn’t had time for him to stop and shave for a while, along the insides of my thighs. The gesture had my hole twitching and producing more slick, like my body desperately wanted to go into heat, even though it wasn’t time.

“It’s wonderful, rugged, and so alpha-like,” I sighed restlessly as my cock filled, despite the rest of my body’s exhaustion, in response. “It’s like leather, oak, and spice and musky sex.” My face heated as I not only described him, but breathed him in. “It makes me horny every time I get a whiff.”

“Good,” Victor murmured, his lips so close to my hole that it took all my powers of concentration not to beg him for more. “I like that I’m not the only one who just wants to fuck when I smell my mate’s scent.”

I couldn’t stop a small, plaintive moan from leaving my lips. Between his mention of fucking me and calling me his mate, my body was quivering like a tight bowstring. I wanted to arch my body to him, presenting myself even more. I wanted to cry outand beg to be fucked and filled. The fact that I wanted it so badly when I was in my parents’ house, running on almost no sleep, still adjusting from a major change in my life, was a testament to just how much I belonged with and to Victor.

As if Victor could sense everything about how I felt, he kissed the insides of my thighs, so close to my hole that it nearly brought tears to my eyes, then suddenly shifted away. He stretched his entire, large body over mine, balancing himself on his hands, which were planted outside my shoulders, just below where my head rested on the pillow. I could feel the heat of his stiff cock close enough to my hole to have me panting, but instead of thrusting and taking what was his, he lowered himself to kiss me.

It was a surprisingly sweet, pure kiss. It was filled with love instead of lust. It was soft and long, his tongue teasing without stealing or demanding anything. Even though he hadn’t said I could move from my pose, I let go of my ankles so I could wrap my arms and legs around him and kiss him back.

My kiss made him hum and our bond buzz with contentment.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine in a gesture that was almost adorable, considering the hot, pulsing need radiating between the two of us. “But I’m sure as hell going to try to keep deserving it for a long time to come.”

I sighed with happiness at that thought. “I love you,” I whispered, looking straight up into his eyes. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Those were all the words that were needed, and even though the rational part of me thought it was astounding to feel such love so quickly, I simply did.

“I love you, too,” Victor said, kissed me again, then rolled to the side so that he could pull me into his arms and spoon me. “Now, get some sleep.”

I gusted out a breath, then, before I could stop myself, said, “You mean you’re not going to fuck me or let me come?”

“Nope,” Victor said, laughter in his voice. “And I’ll remember that impertinence in asking when you know you shouldn’t later.”

I smiled, despite the tickle of disappointment and the ache of denial in my cock and balls. “Yes, Master,” I sighed, then closed my eyes and nestled against him.

It felt so good to be bound and bonded, owned and loved by a man who was actively working so hard to be better than the sum of his parts. Even though my body still buzzed with the need for release, my mind felt so safe and cared for that I fell asleep almost at once.

Victor

The only reasonI was able to sleep for a few hours was because my inner alpha was so deeply content to have Simon, my omega, my slave, my mate, tucked in my arms. It was nice to be in his bedroom as well. I felt surrounded by the sights and scents of Simon, which practically made me purr with joy.

When this was all over, when everything with Victory Holdings was settled and we could move on to planning a wedding and a life together, I would buy a new house and have Simon decorate it to his taste. Then I would strip him, get him all worked up and dripping with his sweet-smelling slick, and rub him all over the carpet and furnishings in each room.

That silly fantasy woke me from my quick sleep as the alarm on my phone, which I’d set after Simon had fallen asleep, went off.

I reached for my phone to shut the alarm off as Simon stirred awake in the shelter of my body and saw at least a dozen missed messages and calls. With a muttered curse, I pushed myself to sit with my back against the headboard and scanned through them.

Most were from members of the board, asking me about the emergency meeting that had been called. I ignored those, because I would see all those people in just over an hour anyhow. One text was from Vivien, saying everything was set and ready to go, and I should be in the board room of Victory Holdings’ main office at eleven.

At least a dozen messages had been fired at me from Uncle Vincent. They did everything from calling me names and telling me I wouldn’t get away from the truth, whatever he considered that to be, to threatening me with more. But there was one, the last one he’d sent, that had more of a tone of wheeling and dealing, like he might be ready to compromise. On his terms, of course, which wasn’t compromise at all, but there it was. I wondered if Vivien had already spoken to him.

“Is everything okay?” Simon asked, cuddled against my side, his hand resting on my bare chest, like he was trying to soothe me.

“Yeah,” I said, frowning at my phone. “I’m just trying to figure out if Vivien is really on our side.”

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