Viktor:Heart of Her King(22)

       

"And I love you, Katarina." He let his head roll to the side, exposing  his pulse to her gaze. Katarina's heart pounded in her chest. Her mouth  watered. She could hear his blood rushing through his veins; smell its  sweet, coppery aroma. His heart beat against her hand on his chest. Torn  between her overwhelming hunger and her fear that she would hurt  Viktor, Kat hesitated.

"Feed, cor meum, take from me what you need. I am yours, just as you are mine."

His voice sounded in her mind as Viktor sat up, pulled her tightly to  his chest, and slid his erection into her warm, wet pussy before once  again baring his neck to her. The fullness of Viktor's cock buried deep  inside her, combined with his neck just inches from her mouth, was  irresistible.

In one swift movement, her canines elongated and she sank them deep into  Viktor's jugular. Warm, sweet blood filled her mouth, its sensual slide  down her throat the perfect complement to the feel of Viktor's cock  gliding in and out of her. The harder she drew upon his vein, the harder  Viktor's strokes became.

Thought was impossible. Kat could only feel. Pulling her fangs from his  neck, she licked the tiny pinpoints where his life's essence had given  her nourishment as Viktor took charge of their lovemaking. Holding her  so close she truly felt like they were one, joined in body, mind, and  soul, he drove in and out of her faster and harder. Meeting him stroke  for stroke, Kat rode his cock until they were both screaming their  release to the stars.

Collapsing into his arms, Kat sighed as Viktor laid back on his side,  holding her to him as he too sighed in utter contentment. His heartbeat  sounded like thunder where her ear rested upon his chest, making her  smile because he was just as swept away by their passion as she.

"The others will soon be here to take us back to the villa," he  whispered as he kissed the top of her head. "You need your rest and I  need to finish your surprise."

Sitting up, Kat looked down at Viktor, who was grinning a lazy grin and  twisting a lock of her hair around his finger that remained across his  chest. She chuckled, thinking she was just like that tiny curl, wrapped  around her mate's finger and happy to be there.

Shaking her head and asking the question she'd almost forgotten after  looking at his amazing body, naked and laid out before her, Kat  questioned, "What surprise?"

Snaking his hand around her neck, Viktor pulled Kat down to him and  kissed her soundly before sitting her back up and simply replying, "It  would not be a surprise if I told you." He winked. "Now, get up and get  dressed before my comrades arrive. I'd hate to have to kill them for  looking at your gorgeous body."

Kat laughed out loud, wondering if she would ever get used to his  compliments. Standing up, she put back on the long black top and yoga  pants she'd worn while going through her transformation. Turning to  Viktor, she commented, "I feel kind of amazing. It's hard to believe  I've been dead for thirty days."

In a flash, Viktor was holding her in his arms and carrying her out of  their tomb. "You're right. You do feel amazing," he whispered in her  ear.

Goose bumps rose all over Kat's body. She wrapped her arms around his  neck and leaned in to kiss him just as the sound of a horn honking had  her groaning at the intrusion. But her mate was quick, once again  whispering in her ear, "Never fear. We will be alone again very soon."  The promise in his voice was as strong as the love she felt for him.

After getting back to the villa and then answering as many of the other  Kings' questions as Viktor would allow, Kat was finally left alone to  shower and change her clothes. She had argued with him when he told her  to get some rest while he ran errands. At the time, she hadn't felt  tired, but after she was clean and wrapped up in her fluffy white robe,  Kat had to struggle to keep her eyes open while she ate the pancakes and  sausage Viktor had made for her.

Kat awoke hours later to darkness and hushed voices somewhere outside  her door. Slowly getting up, she threw on some clothes and followed the  voices to the kitchen. All conversation stopped as she rounded the  corner.

"That is so not fair. What are y'all talking about that I can't hear?"

"Nothing, cor meum," Viktor answered, kissing her as a distraction.

Kissing him back until her head was spinning and all she could think of  was stripping him naked and having her way with him, Kat pushed back her  arousal and scolded, "Don't distract me with kisses, Viktor Katsaros. I  want to know what's going on."

The room erupted in laughter and she heard comments of "married life"  and "we see who wears the pants" coming from his comrades, but her focus  was solely on her mate and the sheepish grin on his face. Changing the  subject, he ushered her to the table and filled a plate with lamb,  potatoes, and vegetables before sitting beside her.                       
       
           



       

"Eat, my love, you need to keep up your strength. And when you have  finished your dinner, you will need to feed again." He waggled his  eyebrows.

Kat couldn't help but laugh. She'd never imagined in her wildest dreams  Viktor Katsaros was anything but a tough, heartless businessman, and now  she knew he was so very much more. Loving the overbearing way he  insisted on caring for her, Kat nearly melted when he put a small piece  of lamb and red potato on the fork and lifted to her lips. His eyes  flashed and his nostrils flared as she made quite the production out of  eating the succulent bite he offered.

"All right boys, let's leave the love birds alone."

Roman's voice sounded behind her like an echo at the bottom of a well.  She and Viktor were wrapped in a bubble of love and seduction that no  one and nothing could penetrate. Kat gasped as Viktor stood and swung  her into his arms.

"I thought I had to eat all my veggies, my King," she teased as he carried her back to their bedroom.

"There will be time for food later. Right now, I am all the sustenance that you need."

Kat laughed aloud as he kicked open the door, carried her across the  threshold, and then kicked it shut. The mattress touched her back at the  same time that Viktor gently laid atop her. Looking into her eyes, he  beckoned, "Feed, mea amica. Then let me love you as only a King can love  his Queen."

Kat awoke the next morning, fully satiated and tender in all the right  spots from their night of lovemaking. Laying her hand on the other side  of the bed, she was disappointed to find it cold and bare. After she'd  showered and changed, she made her way to the kitchen only to find a  note on the counter, Good morning, darling. Hope you slept well. Please  put on the dress in your closet. Call Carlyle and he'll bring you to me  once you're ready. I will be waiting. Te amo, mea amica, te amo.

Running as fast as she could, Kat sprinted into the room she shared with  her mate, threw open the closet doors, and stood staring. It was the  most elegant gown in the palest shade of grey imaginable.

Carefully taking the dress off the hanger, she laid it across the bed  and quickly shed her clothing, anxious to see if the masterpiece before  her was as stunning with her wearing it as it was just lying there.  Stepping into the gown, Kat pulled it up her body and secured the zipper  at her side, pleased to see if fit like it was made just for her.

Did he have this made for me? Impossible.

But the longer she looked in the mirror, the more she was certain he had  done just that. The gown was strapless with a bodice that hugged her  ample bosom and many curves beautifully. The ruching was the perfect  setting for the thousands of clear crystals decorating the heart-shaped  neckline along with the many hues of grey stones cascading down the  front. The cinched waistline accentuated her figure as the straight  skirt flared slightly at her hips before falling to the ground. It was  the most elegant piece of clothing she had ever owned.

Sure she was being summoned to a formal affair, Kat didn't try to tame  her wild mane, which seemed thicker and curlier since her  transformation. Instead, she simply put it up in a messy chignon with  curly tendrils for effect.

Her skin had also changed after her month in the ground and it tickled  Kat to no end. She no longer had to wear hardly any make up at all to  appear presentable. But on this occasion, she did put a thin line of  kohl around her eyes and a coat of mascara on her lashes. A little blush  on her cheeks and her favorite light mauve lipstick and she was good to  go.

Walking to the door, Kat realized she was still barefooted and turned to  find her suitcase. Out of the corner of her eye she spied a box with a  large white ribbon around it. Hurrying to the credenza, she saw a tag  with her name on it in Viktor's handwriting. Ripping open the package,  she found light grey pumps that were an exact match for her dress.  Sliding her feet into them, Kat picked up the phone beside the box and  called for Carlyle.