Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“ V iktor,” I called out his name in a harsh whisper, pressing a hand to his chest to push him off me. “You’re still inside me.”

“I know.” He ground his hips into me.

My eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head with pleasure, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip to muffle the loud moan that threatened to escape.

“You need to get your cock out of me,” I whimpered, feeling like I was in two minds. As good as my husband felt inside me, someone had just walked into our room in the middle of the night.

“I hate those words,” Viktor groaned and dropped his face to rest in the valley between my breasts. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss there before he lifted himself off me, pulling his thick, throbbing cock out of me. It stood tall and proud, glistening with our juices in the candlelight, beckoning me to reach out and suck the bulbous head into my mouth. It took everything I possessed to resist the female urge. Instead, I sat up in bed and covered myself with the blanket.

“Who was at the door?” I asked, though my eyes remained glued on his cock, mesmerised as it bobbed slightly from how hard and heavy it was.

“I don’t know,” Viktor groaned, his eyelids heavy and his gaze downcast and stormy as he stared at me. “But if you keep looking at my cock like that, I’m going to have to push you down on your knees and pry open that pretty little mouth of yours, my siren.”

“They just had to open the door when I was so close,” I pouted, unable to stop myself from stealing glances at his cock. How could I not when it was still so gloriously hard and wet? It was his fault for distracting me with it.

I wanted Viktor everywhere. All over me. Under me. Inside me . I wanted him back in my arms and between my legs, but my head won over both my heart and pussy in this situation.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the mystery person who had walked in on us.

“It must have been one of the guys,” I murmured, gnawing on my bottom lip.

“They know better than to sneak into someone’s room in the middle of the night,” Viktor frowned and glanced over his shoulder at the door. He looked conflicted as he glanced between me and the door, and when he groaned, I knew his head had won out over his heart and cock as well. “Stay here,” he told me, already moving toward the door. “I’m going to find out who is wandering around the ship this late at night. And then when I find them, I’m going to rip them a new one for cockblocking me.”

I laughed as I watched Viktor leave, but when the sound ceased, my mind clouded with thoughts of the strange things happening around the ship as of late.

First, there was that person I was certain had run from the bathroom so I wouldn’t run into them. Next, there was that pool of vomit outside Roscoe and Manny’s room, which no one was willing to own up to. And now, someone had walked into our room in the middle of the night, but instead of owning up to the mistake, they had run away. Again.

I was sensing a pattern here.

My lips tugged down at the corners as my mind ran wild. Before I could freak myself out, Viktor returned.

“Caspian is keeping watch tonight,” Viktor murmured as he closed the door behind him. “But he says he didn’t see or hear anything.”

“Was it him who opened our door? Maybe he thought it was the bathroom?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I asked him about it, but he says he hasn’t left the deck since before we all turned in for the night.”

My nose scrunched up at the bridge. We all turned in hours ago. I didn’t want to think what that meant in terms of Caspian emptying his bladder.

“If it wasn’t Caspian, then it must have been one of the others, right?” I asked, moving over to make room for him on the bed.

Viktor settled in beside me. “Possibly, but I don’t think so. I knocked on everyone’s doors, but no one opened theirs.”

“That might not mean anything. Whoever it was could be embarrassed, so they didn’t open the door when you knocked.”

“I know,” he sighed, turning around to fluff his pillow before dropping his head on it. I did the same and snuggled into his side. He pulled the blanket up to cover us both. “This is all very strange, and frankly, I don’t think it was any of them that came into our room.”

“Why do you think that?” I asked, curious.

“If it were one of the guys, they would have said something. At the very least, they would have apologised for walking in on us in such a compromising situation. It’s not the first time one of us has accidentally walked into the wrong room in the middle of the night when returning from the bathroom. I’ve done it. We’ve all done it. I can’t imagine why they would be so embarrassed about an honest mistake.”

“That’s what I was also thinking,” I murmured lowly. “I think something very fishy is going on here.”

“How so?”

“I think someone is sneaking around behind our backs,” I said. “I’m not sure what they’re hiding or what their motives are, but something very fishy is going on here. Something tells me that if we ask the crew about it tomorrow, no one will own up to it.”

“I have the same feeling,” he sighed.

“Do you suspect anyone?” I asked.

Viktor shook his head. “No. I trust these men with my life—all of them. I don’t understand what they could suddenly be hiding from me.” His eyebrows furrowed together in worry. “Why? Do you suspect anyone?”

“No. They all seem very trustworthy, and I don’t understand why they would need to lie about something as small as this.”

“Me neither,” he pursed his lips. “I think we should keep this to ourselves for a while…at least until we have more to go off. I doubt anyone would own up to it anyway.”

I hummed in agreement.

Viktor and I lay on our backs, staring at the wooden ceiling as The Serpent gently bobbed up and down on the water. Neither of us knew what to say or make of the peculiar situation.

“Why would one of my men do this, Astrid?” Viktor asked in a small voice, sounding torn up.

“I don’t know, but we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Seeing my husband in such low spirits saddened me, especially since his usual mood was the stark opposite of his current one. Even though it wasn’t a permanent solution, I knew it would undoubtedly be effective.

Leaning over, I pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before abruptly pulling away.

“Where are you going, my siren?” His eyebrows furrowed together as he propped himself on his elbows to watch me. The confusion swiftly disappeared when I beckoned him closer with a wanton finger and my best bedroom eyes.

I wasted no time in throwing the blanket off both of us. As I hadn’t bothered to get dressed when Viktor had slipped out of the room earlier, I was still naked, which worked in my favour now. I sucked on my index and middle finger before trailing them down my body and between my legs. I spread my legs and slipped them into my wet heat, which still glistened with the juices from my last orgasm.

“Viktor,” I moaned out his name as I slipped my fingers inside my pussy, right up to the knuckle. “Please, Viktor. I need you.”

Not one to disappoint, Viktor mounted me before I saw it coming, and he sucked the juices off my fingers as he rocked into me, desperately chasing the highs of the orgasm which had slipped away from him earlier.

With Viktor’s cock back inside me, his thumb furiously flicking my slick clit, and his mouth sucking greedily on my nipples, all thoughts of the mystery person that had walked into our room earlier vanished from my mind.

Right now, all I could focus on was my husband.