Chapter 9: Viktor's Move

Vadim nodded in agreement and left me alone with my thoughts. I stood up and walked to the large windows, staring down. I went to my bedroom, took a shower, and changed for bed. The maids had already brought the jug filled with blood and a wine glass. I sat down to drink until I felt sated. My beast had been on edge since I came to New York and spent time around Erik's brothers.

I walked to the inner chamber, opened the vault, and walked in. It had been built privately for sleeping. The vault closed behind me, and the door locked itself firmly. I had adjusted my sleep patterns in the past few centuries and adjusted to sleeping during the night—the opposite of the life of a vampire. I lay in bed thinking about how I was going to seduce Ivan. He was the one I wanted to conquer the most. 

Early the next day, Vadim had already found office spaces for us to review. Two hours later, I had settled for a very private office near the Marina. 

“My Lord, do we need to build a sun bunker for you? It does get hot in New York. If we shall be here for three years, then I would advise that we proceed,” Vadim said. 

“No. I will be in Ural when it gets too hot,” I stated. 

“My Lord, let me do my job,” Vadim murmured. 

“You are worse than Anna. Hovering and nosy,” I snickered. 

“I got the shipping documents from Odessa this morning. Most of them are cars, guns, and artifacts. Which ones do you need for us to create the routes for, my Lord?” Vidam asked. 

“All of them. I heard the Bratva gang has been trying to set foot in New York. But the old Bratva Lord is a sneaky b*stard who traffics humans. It's best you also get our men to keep him away from Odessa. If anyone in Odessa is disloyal, take them out.” 

“Yes, my Lord. The security team reported that someone was following Igor and Viktor from the gym to their residence.”

“What? When?” I demanded. 

“Yesterday and the day before, my Lord,” Vidam reported. 

“Okay. Let us go hunting tonight and take them out. Have Timur join us,” I commanded. 

“Yes, my Lord,” Vidam agreed enthusiastically. 

I left him to handle the new office setup and headed to the boxing club. I found the manager Leonid pacing by the entrance of the changing rooms.

“What is it?” I demanded, sensing the worry coming from his body.

“Coach Nikolai, Viktor has been there since he arrived. He says that he wants to be left alone. I worry for him,” Leonid explained. 

“Don't worry. I will talk to him” I nodded at Leonid and asked, “Where is Igor?” 

“He is out on the tracks running. He has been letting off steam since morning. They are both going through a rough patch. Thank you, Coach Nikolai.” He smiled and left.

Opening the door to the changing rooms, I stealthily walked in and heard silent sobs that were raking Viktor's body. I felt a pang of emotion hit my body from the anguish in his sobs. I walked toward the sound of the sob and found him leaning on the last cubicle. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. His hands were fisted at his sides and his body trembled from the sheer force of the sobs. I walked over and stood over him. 

“Are you done?” I asked

His eyes snapped open and then he bit back a sob as looked at me in shock. I stared down at him and my beast wanted me to compel him and feed from him. But I held back and waited until he calmed down. 

“Coach.” He wiped the tears and stammered, “S-Sorry, I just needed a break from everything. Please excuse me.”

“Good. You better not let anyone see you crying, Viktor,” I commanded him, and he nodded. 

I moved closer and the air around us sizzled. I pulled him into a hug and at first he stiffened, and then his arms went around my neck. I could feel him go on tiptoe as he pressed himself into me. His hardened c*ck pressed into my thigh and it made me shiver. I heard the small moan Viktor tried to suppress.

He pushed away, his back hitting the wall as he stammered, “I-I am so sorry, Coach. I—” His words died on his tongue as his cheeks turned rosy. My hand went to his bulge. His eyes widened and I shamelessly rubbed him up and down. 

“Why are you sorry?” I asked as I pushed my hand down his pants and grabbed his c*ck. 

“Coach, what are you doing?” Viktor moaned.

“Feel good?” I asked as my eyes bore down on him, domineering and wanting to possess him whole.

“So good!” he groaned as he widened his stance, and then his hands went round my neck. “So good,” he repeated without shame and in a lewd way.

“Promise you will come to me when you feel down. Don't hide like a rat and let anyone criticize you or see you sad. You have me now and I will always be there for you.” I lowered my mouth and licked the vein on his neck as I increased the tempo. Viktor shattered in seconds, and he bit his arm to suppress the moans that came out of his mouth.

He removed the hand from his mouth and then whispered, “Yes.” His hazel eyes sparkled, and his blonde hair looked disheveled.

Taking my hand from his pants, we both stared at the c*m on my fingers. I lifted them to my lips and licked each one of them. The hungry look on Viktor's face spurred me on as my tongue licked up all of the sticky substance.

“Tastes like honey,” I whispered and saw Viktor biting his lips in need. “Are you feeling better?” 

“Yes,” Viktor nodded, looking confused and bewildered. 

“Good. It's my job to take care of you. I want to make sure you are okay.” I smiled affectionately at him. 

“I don't understand, Coach,” Viktor responded. I knew he was looking for an explanation that I was not willing to offer. 

“Clean up and come to the boxing ring. Practice starts in half an hour. I will explain myself later.” I moved away from the cubicle. When I got to the door I came face to face with Igor. In my lust haze, I had not sensed anyone coming into the locker room and the thunderous look on Igor's face was enough to make me regret the little moment of pleasure. 

He turned around to leave and I stepped forward. “Wait.” But he was already out of the door.

I cursed out loud as the hurt look on his face remained imprinted in my mind.