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Begrudgingly Yours Ch. 14

Victor

I opened the door quietly, expecting to find Ash curled into himself, fragile and scared. What I wasn't expecting was the vision of beauty that met me instead. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sunlight slanting through the tall windows and kissing the side of his face. His face, like the face of a porcelain doll, lit up with a warm, golden hue the moment I entered the room. I stopped and stared for a moment, forgetting how to breathe.

He wasn't the trembling boy who'd arrived in our home, fearful and exhausted. What I saw now was something... other worldly. He stood and faced me and I could tell that he was stressed. He tried to explain himself, to apologize, but I stopped him.

"Breathe." I told him. "Just breathe."

I had to take my own advice and breathe. I could barely speak. My eyes drifted over his body from his head to his feet. He was wearing tight black leather pants that hugged his legs and hips like a second skin. His shirt, wine-colored silk, was unbuttoned at the throat just enough to catch a glimpse of his slender neck. His long hair, tied into a ponytail with a black ribbon, spilled over one shoulder like an ebony waterfall. His eyes were rimmed in black and deep violet shadow, making the vivid green of his irises almost glow. His nails, painted obsidian, tapped idly against his thigh.Begrudgingly Yours Ch. 14 фото

He looked up when I entered and everything in me clenched. My mouth went dry and I could feel my pulse pounding wildly in my wrists and throat. Beautiful didn't even come close to describing what I saw. No words did. He was perfection, yes, stunning... absolutely, but it went far deeper than just his physical appearance. His soul called out to me. It spoke to me, pulling me in. Every romantic movie in the world rolled into one couldn't describe how I felt in that moment. No one could ever know unless they'd felt the same pull of their fated mate.

He was made for me. My exact match in every possible way. Two separate streams flowing into one body of water. A waltz danced in perfect harmony. He was mine and I was his and we fit together like the last two pieces of a perfect puzzle. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I was afraid to. Afraid that if I blinked or looked away he might disappear.

"You're staring," he said softly, a half smile curling his lips as he looked away, suddenly shy.

I blinked, forcing my legs to move. "I am." I walked slowly toward him. "I can't help it. I've never seen this side of you before."

"Is that... a bad thing?" He asked.

"God, no." I reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "You're breathtaking."

His eyes searched mine, uncertain despite the confident exterior. There was still a tremble beneath the surface, still the ache I recognized all too well. He wasn't just dressing up for fun--he was putting on armor. Becoming the version of himself he wanted to be. Needed to be. And I knew--because I could feel it in his soul--he was doing it to protect himself. To feel strong and in control.

"How are you feeling?" I asked gently.

His lips parted but it took a few seconds for him to answer. "Better, now that you're here." He paused and slowly sat on the edge of the bed again. "Jai told you, didn't he? About what happened downstairs? What I did?"

I nodded, taking a seat beside him. "He did. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." I told him. "I shouldn't have left you alone. I'm here now though."

"Are... are you mad at me?" He looked up and I could see the guilt in his eyes but more than that, I saw fear. It crushed me that he would ever feel anything but love and acceptance but I understood.

"No." I told him. "I'm not mad at you. I don't blame you and you shouldn't blame yourself. None of what happened was your fault."

He let out a breath then slowly leaned against me, his temple brushing my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around his waist, feeling how tightly he clung to me and how badly he needed me, even when he pretended not to.

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone." He whispered.

"You didn't." I assured him. "Your body was just reacting to what you're feeling. You're newly mated, Ash. When you woke up and I was gone, your body reacted to the absence of your mate. It's normal. Everything you're feeling is perfectly normal."

Ash didn't respond right away, just shifted on the bed, leaning in, closer to me. When he finally spoke again, his voice was quieter. "What if it's not normal? What if I'm just... broken somehow?"

I tilted his chin up with my fingers so I could look into his eyes. "You're not broken." I told him. "You've been through hell. You've been hurt and scared, then on top of it all you discover your fated mate. It's a lot for anyone to deal with. It's only natural that you'd feel confused but I promise you, you are not broken."

His breath caught and I could see the vulnerability in his eyes. The storm hadn't quite passed but it was calming. He just needed time.

"Victor," he said, his voice trembling. "Can you just... hold me for a while?"

"Of course." I wrapped him in my arms and pulled him against me, settling us back against the bank of pillows at the head of the bed. My lips found his temple, his cheek, then the soft curve of his jaw. I felt him melt into me, felt his breath slow as my hands stroked his back in slow, steady motions. He felt so small in my arms. Not in size--Ash was lean, lithe, all long limbs and elegant lines--but in the way he curled into me, like he was trying to disappear. I held him tighter, grounding him with every pass of my hand along his back, every brush of my lips against his hair.

I wasn't about to let him disappear.

Not now.

Not ever.

***

Minutes passed like that. Quiet, warm. Our breaths syncing. Then his fingers began to move, tentative at first--tracing patterns along my chest and drifting up to my collar then down again. I could feel the heat that radiated off his body. The air in the room became tight. Almost suffocating. My heart was pounding. His was too. I could feel it.

"Ash." I breathed out softly, barely able to catch my breath. "Baby, what are you doing to me?"

"Oh, God!" He gasped suddenly, pulling back, shame written all over his face. "I'm doing it again. Victor, I'm so sorry."

I hadn't even realized that he was trembling until I brought his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles.

"I didn't mean to..." He continued to apologize. "I wasn't even trying, it just... just happened."

"Shh. It's okay." I said, trying to calm him. I could hear the pain in his voice. He was scared. Scared I'd be angry with him. "Baby, it's alright. I'm not upset with you. You're not doing anything wrong. Ash, honey, you're reacting to our bond, that's all. It's instinct. Every part of your body and mind is trying to align with mine now that we're mated."

"Jai said it's like I'm in heat." He told me, his cheeks burning. "But it's not. I've been in heat. This is different. Stronger. Harder to control and the more I think about you, the more intense it becomes."

I reached out and touched his face. He exhaled slowly. "I shouldn't have left you alone this morning." I told him. "I thought you needed space and time to get settled in."

"I don't need space, or time." He said. His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. "I need you, Victor. Right now, you are all I need or want."

My chest tightened and my heart beat so furiously inside I thought it may actually explode through my rib cage. Ash's words echoed in my head, wrapping themselves around something fragile in my chest and holding it tight.

I pulled him against me. His small body curled against my side. I wrapped him in my arms, lending him my warmth and strength and again he melted into me.

"I just want to be near you." He whispered. "That's all I can think about. Being here, with you. In your arms, taking in your scent. It's intoxicating."

My fingers stroked through his hair, careful of the ribbon still tied at the back of his head. "I'm here." I assured him. "Now and forever. You'll never be alone again."

"Promise?"

"Of course." I said, holding him closely to me. "You're mine and I'm yours. We belong together. It's fate and nothing will ever change that."

"Forever." He whispered and I repeated the word. "Forever."

He lifted his head and looked at me. Our eyes met and he let out a shaky breath. "Victor, I want... I need... you."

"You have me." I told him but when I saw the blush cover his face, I knew what he meant. "Ash, love, there's no rush. We don't have to do anything until you're ready."

I brushed my thumb over his lips as he parted them to speak again. "Only when you're ready." I said again, letting him know that I meant it. I wasn't going to push him. We could take our time if that's what he needed. And we had all the time in the world.

***

(Ash's POV)

Victor said we could wait if I wanted, but did I really want to wait? I'd thought after Niklas, I'd be hesitant. Even scared. But I wasn't. Not with Victor. Never with Victor. He was my mate. Instead, I could feel an aching need growing inside me. The need not just to be held but to belong, fully and completely. To belong to someone who really saw me, who wanted all of me, even the messy and chaotic parts of me. Someone who could look past all of my faults and see the real me hidden inside. That someone was Victor. It always had been. I knew it in my soul.

"I'm ready, Victor." I said gently. "I don't want to wait anymore."

He pulled back enough to look at me, searching my face. "You're sure?"

I nodded slowly, sliding my hand up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not afraid with you." I told him. "I want this. I want you. I don't want to keep holding back when everything inside of me is screaming for you."

"Then I'll take care of you," he whispered. "We'll complete the bond--together. No pressure. No expectations. Tell me to go slow and I will. Tell me to stop and I'll stop."

I kissed him then. Soft at first, hesitant. But when he responded something inside me shattered wide open. All the fear I'd been carrying, all the shame and guilt--it all melted away in the heat of that kiss.

Victor's lips were warm and soft but firm against mine, like he was trying to anchor me to the Earth and set me on fire all at the same time. His hands framed my face, tilting my head back as he deepened the kiss, and I opened to him instinctively, a soft gasp caught between our mouths.

My whole body reacted--arching into him, trembling with a need I didn't fully understand but felt down to my marrow. It wasn't just want. It was hunger. Craving like the bond had awoken something ancient and primal inside me, a need that had been waiting for Victor my whole life.

He groaned, low and guttural, and the sound made my skin pebble. His mouth left mine only to trail along my jaw, down the side of my throat and every place his lips touched left heat in their wake. I tilted my head back more, offering my throat without even thinking. It felt right. Natural. Like instinct was guiding me, and I was finally ready to follow it.

"Your heat, your passion, it's driving me insane." Victor muttered, his voice ragged. "Do you even know what you're doing to me?"

I smiled faintly, breathless. "I feel it too." I told him. And I did. This burning, aching need, engulfed me, wrapping tendrils of desire around my entire being. It was similar to what I'd felt before, every time Victor had come into my mind, only this time it wasn't suffocating or painful. This time, I didn't fight it, or try to restrain it. Instead, I let it consume me and it exploded out between us.

As the intensity of this heat grew between us the passion we shared also grew more intense. I could barely hold back and neither could Victor. I felt his need through our bond as clearly as I felt my own. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

His hands slid down over the silk of my shirt, fingers working the buttons open one by one until he could push it from my shoulders. His gaze swept over my bare chest and lingered there for just a moment as he worshiped me.

"God, Ash..." he whispered in awe. "You are so beautiful."

I flushed, but there was no fear. Not anymore. The way he looked at me made me feel cherished beyond anything else in this world.

I reached for the hem of his shirt and quickly tugged it over his head. God, he was gorgeous. Lean and firm but not heavily muscled like a body builder. He looked more like a man that had spent most of his life working on a farm, lifting heavy bags of grain and seed or bails of hay. His skin was bronzed from the sun, smooth and perfect with just a dusting of dark hair covering his chest. A small trail of hair traced a line down his stomach, over hard abs and disappeared beneath the waist band of his jeans.

I ran my hands all over him--his chest, his sides, his stomach--memorizing the feel and warmth of his skin. Again I had to remind myself that he was mine. This man was mine. It almost seemed like a dream and only touching him made him real.

Victor pressed me back onto the bed, slow and careful, like I was fragile and breakable. I wasn't. Not with him. Victor could never hurt me. It wasn't in him. Despite his size and strength, he was gentle. At least with me.

He moved to position himself over me and I parted my legs so he could ease himself between them. I pulled him down to me, wrapping my arms around his neck as he leaned in to kiss me. Our clothes disappeared between heated touches and frantic kisses. My leather pants were peeled from my legs, his fingers brushing softly over my bare thighs, teasing me until I was writing beneath him. He was just as lost to the desire as I was, panting against my throat, teeth scraping over my collarbone like he wanted to bite me but was holding back.

"Victor..." I breathed out, grabbing his face. "I want you. All of you."

He let out a shuddering breath. "Tell me to stop and I will. No matter what."

I shook my head. "Don't stop." I turned my head to the side, exposing the scar from the mating bite he'd given me the night before. It pulsed with the power of our bond. "Please." I whispered into the pillow under my head. "Mark me again."

That was all he needed.

His mouth closed over the mark, hot and wet and then came the fangs. They pierced my flesh effortlessly, sinking deep, thick and sharp. I groaned but not from pain, from pleasure. The place he'd bitten me had become an erogenous zone and when he sank his fangs into me, my entire body responded.

My back arched, my eyes squeezed shut and I reached up, sliding my fingers through his hair and fisting it. I bit my bottom lip and moaned against him. He slipped his hand behind my neck, cradling my head as he pulled me up and closer to him. When he removed his fangs I felt the wetness of his tongue as he dragged it over the fresh wound, tasting my blood and flesh at the same time. Nothing could have been more erotic than that and I found myself practically begging to feel him inside me.

"Not yet." He teased, grinning as he moved down my body and settled between my legs. He then bent over and took me into his mouth.

I gasped as his mouth, so hot, so hungry for me, engulfed my cock, amazed that he took the length of it so easily. I wasn't huge but I wasn't small either but he swallowed me whole in one effortless gulp. He sucked hard, dragging his tongue up and down my shaft, giving me a good tongue bathing, then pressed into the slit before devouring me again. His hand stroked in time with his sucking then his hand slipped down, beneath me and cupped my balls.

I could feel my orgasm nearing, about to crash through me like a rouge wave. I'd pleasured myself before, came in my own hand but nothing I'd ever felt before could compare to this. To have my cock in my mate's mouth. He continued to deep throat me, harder and faster. He massaged my balls, his mouth tight around me. I screamed his name and buried my hands in his dark hair as I held his head and fucked his mouth.

"I'm gonna come." I rasped. "Victor, I can't..."

I expected him to pull back but he didn't. He held onto my thighs so tight that I couldn't move. I was going to be sore tomorrow, maybe even bruised but I didn't care. What he was doing felt amazing and I never wanted it to end. I gripped the sheet in both hands, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me and I came. Victor held onto me, his mouth sucking as he drank me in, greedily taking it all then licking the last of my juices from the head of my cock like he couldn't get enough.

My body trembled as he released my shaft then kissed his way back up my body until he was hovering above me again. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. I opened my mouth wide as he pushed his tongue inside. I could taste myself on him as his tongue swirled around in my mouth and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Erotic but intimate.

I'd never had a blow job before, or even given one, but I couldn't imagine anyone being better at it than Victor. The way he owned my cock and made it his, the way he made my body feel like I was about to fly off the bed and come apart, and the way he drew my orgasm out of me, all of it, it was like pure ecstasy and I fucking loved every minute of it.

He kissed me again. I could feel his heart beating against mine. I slid my arms around him, my hands exploring his body. He could feel the muscles in his chest and abdomen. I let my fingers glide over his arms and shoulders then slowly, I traced a line down his back, feeling his muscles tense as he shivered at my touch.

His erection, rock hard, pressed against my thigh. I could smell his arousal, feel it, like a smoldering heat between us.

"I love you." He whispered into my neck. "More than anything. I love you, Ash."

"And I love you." I echoed, still breathless, still clinging to him, pulling him closer as though we could merge and become one being. "Please." I begged him. "I need you. Need to feel you inside me."

"We should take it slow." He told me. "I don't want to hurt you."

I nodded but slow wasn't what I needed. I needed him inside me. I needed to complete our bond but I also knew that Victor needed to protect me and take care of me. It was an alpha's instinct to care for and protect their mate. He needed to know that I was okay and not in pain or frightened. He needed to be careful, gentle, and so I allowed him to take his time.

He reached for the drawer beside the bed and took out a small bottle of lube. I blinked in surprise.

"How long have you had that in there?" I asked him, suddenly feeling a tinge of fear that he could have bought it to use with someone else before he met me.

Victor chuckled as he slicked his fingers. "Jai put it there yesterday. Said we'd probably need it soon."

Relief washed over me. I knew that Victor wasn't a virgin but I didn't want to think about him being intimate with anyone besides me. I was glad that Jai had thought ahead though. The idea of lube had never even crossed my mind. Omega's did produce a natural lubricant called slick but only while in heat. Since I wasn't in heat, not a real heat, the lube would definitely be needed.

"Are you ready?" Victor asked me.

"More than ready." I told him.

"Okay, I'm going to start slow. If at anytime you want me to stop..."

"Fuck, Victor." I groaned. "You're wasting time talking. I just want you to fuck me!"

He chuckled some as he pushed my legs up, bending them at the knee. "So impatient." He teased. I was about to cry out in frustration and hungry need but then I felt his hand slide over my ass, gently massaging it for a moment before his fingers found my entrance.

"This might feel strange at first," Victor warned, his voice gentle despite the fire in his eyes. "But it's going to feel really good. I promise."

I nodded, biting my bottom lip as Victor's fingers brushed against my hole. The sensation was foreign, but not unpleasant, and when he pushed a single finger inside, I let out a soft moan.

 

"That's it." Victor murmured, leaning down to capture my lips in another searing kiss. "Relax, baby."

I tried to do as I was told, but when Victor added a second finger, I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me. His fingers were warm, gentle as he prepared me, kissing me through every stretch, every whimper. The stretching was intense but the way Victor curled his fingers just right had pleasure coiling tight in my stomach.

"Oh, God." I moaned, rising some off the bed. My legs trembled, my heart pounded and still, I wanted more. "Please, Victor." I begged, "I need you, now."

"Patience, baby." Victor taunted with a grin, clearly enjoying my torment. He added a third finger, stretching me even more. His free hand roamed my body, teasing every sensitive spot he could find. I was sure I would die from shear need if he didn't fuck me, and soon.

He wasn't done though. He continued to finger me, scissoring his fingers inside my hole. I let out a ch0ked gasp, my arms reached above my head, grasping at the headboard for support. Victor began kissing his way along my body, stopping only to suck and lick my nipples. His tongue was hot and wet, moving over my naked flesh with a skill that made my knees buckle and nearly give out. I clung to the headboard for dear life as exhilaration surged through me. My hips rocked forward on Victor's fingers, urging them in deeper. I felt my cock spring to life again as sparks of pleasure rocked my body. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe--all I could do was feel.

No one had ever touched me the way Victor had, taken their time to make me come, or taken such care with me. No one had ever loved me like this. Victor wanted to make me feel good. He cared about me in a way that no one ever had before. I never knew that sex could be so enjoyable but this, with Victor, was perfect.

When Victor was sure I was ready to take him, he withdrew his fingers then lined himself up with my entrance. I was a writhing mess beneath him, desperate with need, but still, he paused, searching my face one last time. "You sure?" He asked, needing my permission before going any further.

"I'm sure." I whispered. "Please, I need you."

"Okay." He grabbed the bottle of lube again but this time he coated his own shaft with the liquid. I watched his hand working the lube over his erection. My, God the man was magnificent. From his thick-veined cock to his swollen head, already leaking pre-cum. He was as beautiful as he was large. His sun-kissed skin rippled with muscles, sleek and sinewy and with the grace of a jungle cat. And his cock, dear, Lord, his cock was a fucking masterpiece.

I wanted nothing more than to feel that hard, perfectly sculpted body pressed against mine and feel his cock slide inside me. I wanted him to take me hard and worship me with his body.

After he'd successfully lathered himself in lube, he took hold of my hips to steady me then slowly eased himself forward.

The first push made me gasp. There was more pressure than pain but so intense I nearly saw stars. When he was fully sheathed inside me I let out a shuddering breath, my nails digging into the sheets.

"Oh, God, Victor..." I gasped, my voice trembling.

He leaned down to kiss me, swallowing my moans as he began to move. He moved slowly, each thrust long and deep, dragging cries from my throat and pleas from my lips. My legs wrapped around his waist, locking him against me, closer, needing more. His name fell from my lips like a prayer. My muscles tightened around his length, needing him deeper inside me. I wasn't scared of his size, and he was massive. I wanted to feel all of him, every beautiful inch.

"So tight." Victor moaned. "Fuck, baby. You feel like you were made just for me."

"I was." I breathed. "I'm yours."

That word--yours--sent something rushing through him. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger as he moved faster, harder, pushing into me again and again until we were both spiraling.

The bond exploded between us--electric, visceral and divine. I could feel him inside me, not just his body but his soul as if we were two pieces of the same star, colliding into fire. I could feel every inch of Victor's cock and every sensation was heightened. Each thrust sent waves of elation crashing through me, more frantic and demanding with each movement.

"Mine,' Victor growled, his voice rough and possessive. "You're mine, Ash."

His words, sexy and scary all at the same time sent a thrill racing through me, pushing me closer to the edge. I squeezed my legs together tighter, pulling Victor deeper as his thrusts grew even harder and faster. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the bond between us growing stronger with every touch, every kiss, every moan.

My fangs dug into my lip hard enough to draw blood but I hardly noticed as pure bliss consumed me entirely.

"God, Yes! Victor, harder!" I screamed, getting lost in the passion we shared.

Victor obliged, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with a force that made me cry out. Victor continued at an almost brutal pace, his thrusts deep and unrelenting as he claimed my body, my heart and mind. I was his in every way and he was mine. We belonged to each other and, God it felt amazing.

I clung to him, digging my nails into his back. My cock, now fully erect, bobbed back and forth, smacking my stomach. I felt like I was coming undone and only Victor had the power to keep me from flying to pieces completely.

Victor leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine in a heated kiss, claiming my mouth with hunger and determination. I moaned into the kiss, my body arching instinctively toward Victor's as our tongues tangled together. My alpha's hands roamed my body, exploring every curve with a possessiveness that made my head spin.

When Victor finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. My lips were swollen and my eyes glazed over with desire. He didn't even give me time to recover before his mouth was moving down to nip at my neck, teasing the sensitive skin where he'd marked me. I cried out, my fingers tangling in Victor's hair as the sensation consumed me.

I had no idea that something could feel so amazing, so perfect. Made for each other didn't even scratch the surface of what I felt. There was pleasure of course, but it was more than that. Deeper. I felt a swell of emotions I didn't even have words for. Victor wasn't just inside my body. He was inside my skin, my head, my very soul. His pleasure was mine as mine was his, simultaneous and Earth shattering. Each time he touched me, kissed me, or drove himself inside of me, I knew what it was to be loved. To be wanted and cherished.

Victor was everything I'd ever wanted. He was everything I'd ever dreamed of and he was mine, all mine.

His hands continued to explore, sliding down to grip my hips before pulling me closer. Again he thrust into me, burying himself deep inside. He filled me more than I thought was possible. Our bodies melted together in a tangle of arms and legs. I pulled him down against me, clinging to him as I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, letting him fill me again and again until it was almost too much to take.

"Victor--" I panted, my voice breaking as I moaned his name. "I'm close. Fuck, I can't hold back."

"Don't hold back," Victor growled, his eyes blazed golden, his lion nearing the surface. "Come for me, Ash. Come for me."

The force of his commend sent me right over the edge and my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed around Victor's cock as a feeling of pure, unrelenting, ecstasy exploded through my every nerve. Victor's own released followed, spilling deep inside me. His fangs extended, biting flesh for a second time today, marking me again. His bite was electric, sending tingles of static over my skin and throughout my quivering body.

I clung hard and fast to him as our bodies shuddered together. My mind was racing, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. I could feel the bond between us. It flared brightly, a tangible and unbreakable thread of love that tied us together in ways I couldn't fully comprehend. When Victor finally pulled away, leaving my body, I felt a strange sense of emptiness. Sensing my despair at the loss of contact, Victor quickly gathered me into his arms, holding me close against him as our breaths slowly eased.

"Mine." Victor murmured against my hair, his voice soft but possessive.

"Yours." I whispered back. I closed my eyes and smiled as I melted into Victor's embrace.

"I love you," was the last thing I heard before drifting to sleep, held safely in my mate's arms.

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