"Avery."
I flinched, the sudden sound cutting through the ringing in my ears. I'd thought he had a crush on me, but this was. staggering. I wanted to say creepy, but it didn't seem appropriate. Viktor was intense, dark and brooding. But not creepy. He'd been relatively restrained for someone who'd been obsessed with me, if only a little.
Maybe I would throw him a bone. Lock in his affection so he would get me through this alive. I slipped down in his grasp and fell to my knees.
His breath hitched audibly.
I bit at his crotch through his pants. "Open them," I commanded, the power at our change in position already coursing through me.
He swore low and slow; something in Russian that still translated.
I bit again.
His hands rushed to undo the button and zipper and he pushed his pants a
