Chapter 251

Victor picked me up and carried me to his bedroom.

“So, what did you want me to teach you?” he asked as he stood me on my feet next to his king-sized bed.

“I want to …um, sort of, do what you did to me last time,” I said.

I was nervous, but the thought of giving him the same pleasure he gave me made me tingle in my most sensitive places.

“Do you know anything about doing it?” Victor asked.

“I read about it in romance novels,” I said. “But I want to make sure that I do it right.”

Victor folded me in his arms. “There is no right or wrong. You can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll enjoy it.”

He peeled off his shirt and stood before me in his slacks. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and running my hands over his broad chest.

The muscles were like granite beneath his soft skin that was lightly covered with black hair. My fingers played over his nipples until I got the urge to taste them.

I licked the hard little points, enjoying his groan of pleasure. The groan gave me the courage to let my hands wander farther south until I found the button of his pants.

Still licking his nipples, I unbuttoned and unzipped the pants before pulling them slowly down his legs.

He kicked them off of his feet and stood in front of me, wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a smile. He was my fantasy man come to life.

I knew what was under the boxer briefs, but I wanted a closer look. So I knelt in front of him and took my time lowering them.

First, I pulled them over his lean hips and exposed his engorged manhood. Then I slid them down his firmly muscled legs until they puddled at his feet.

“Sit on the bed and then lay back,” I said.

Victor did as I asked, and I soon found his manhood inches from my face. I gently caressed his pouch, enjoying the look of pleasure on his handsome features.

That look gave me the confidence to do more. I took his rod in my hand and took a deep breath before pulling it forward just enough that I could lick the very tip.

It jumped in my hand as Victor inhaled sharply. “Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned.

My own groin was on fire. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, enjoying his enthusiastic reaction.

“That’s it, honey,” he whispered. “Go slowly at first, and ah, yes …lick it a little.”

I did as he instructed while my own lust was driving me crazy. Knowing I was giving him extreme pleasure was as enjoyable as receiving pleasure from him.

I moaned as I took him deeper into my mouth. Our bond made me feel his arousal, and my own body was on fire as I loved Victor with my whole being.

Soon, he pushed me aside, and his love juices spurted onto his stomach.

He wiped them away with his boxer briefs and pulled me onto the bed.

After removing my clothes, he started at my neck and slowly ran his tongue down my body. He worshiped my breasts before making a trail to my navel. Then he moved lower still and made lazy patterns over the top of my thighs.

My arousal made it difficult to hold still, and I writhed with need.

Finally, after a final kiss on my lower stomach, he spread my legs wide and started flicking his tongue over my intimate area.

My passion snowballed. But before I climaxed, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and drove himself deeper into my body than I thought possible.

He began to thrust hard and fast until I screamed with pleasure from an intense, long-lasting orgasm. The spasms continued as I thrashed my head from side to side and called his name.

As it subsided, he slowed the pace and placed light kisses on my cheeks and eyelids. “I love you, Daisy,” he whispered. “My beautiful, fated mate, I want to be with you forever.”

“I feel the same way, my love,” I told him. I was happier than I ever thought possible. Victor was my love and my life.

“I’m going to love you all night,” he said and began to thrust into me again.

I woke up in Victor's arms. He was still asleep, and I took the chance to study his face. He was the most handsome male I had ever seen. Every feature was masculine and symmetrical.

And his morning beard shadow made him even more appealing. His nose was perfect, not too big or small, and his lips were full and firm.

I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life and beyond with him.

He sensed me and opened his eyes. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning, my love,” I replied. “I need a shower.”

“You go first while I make coffee,” he sprung from the bed and walked to the kitchen naked.

I watched him go before making my way into the bathroom.

After showering, I wrapped myself in a big, fluffy towel and went in search of the delicious-smelling coffee.

Victor had a cup waiting for me in the kitchen. We sat on stools at the countertop, drinking coffee and watching the birds on his balcony. It was a peaceful and wonderful way to start our day.

Victor slid a key across the counter to me. “That’s the key to this apartment. You can come here whenever you wish.”

I kissed his lips. “Thank you. I do like it here. It’s a beautiful apartment.”

“Consider it your second home,” he said. “I wish I had time to make love to you again, but I have a meeting in an hour.”

He kissed me again and went to the bathroom to shower. He emerged in twenty minutes, looking every inch the leader of The United Association of Alphas.

“Let’s get you home.” He looked at me with a grin.

I had dressed in my cocktail dress from the Brown’s party because I had nothing else to wear.

“Ugh,” I groaned. “I know. I’m going to have to do the walk of shame.”

He laughed. “There’s no shame. We are engaged. Everyone at your home knows I sleep over. Why does it matter?”

“It feels weird to go home in last night’s cocktail dress,” I replied.

“Why don’t you pack a few things and bring them here?” he suggested and took my hand as we went downstairs to the garage.

Victor drove me home and left me at the front door. I didn’t see anyone as I crossed the foyer. But when I started up the stairs, Benson called my name.

“You received a letter this morning in the mail, Miss Wilson,” he said as he handed me a heavy cream-colored envelope. “But it hadn't been mailed. There’s no stamp or postmark.”

I calmly took the envelope. “Thank you, Benson,” I said and went to my room.

After tearing open the envelope, I found what I suspected. It was a note written in the same handwriting as the note Amy received.

It read, “Leave the past alone, or you’ll be sorry.”

“No, you’ll be sorry,” I vowed and crumpled the note in my hand.

But then I decided to save it for evidence and smoothed it out. I placed it in my nightstand drawer and dressed in more casual clothes for my day.

Then I went downstairs to find Benson. He was in the dining room serving Alex breakfast. I sat and had a glass of juice and a piece of toast.

“Good morning, honey,” Alex said. He looked cheerful in a blue suit and tie. He must also be going to the association this morning.

Good morning,” I replied. I was glad to see Alex, but I had something on my mind. “Benson, do we have any whiteboards with dry-erase markers?”

“Yes, Miss, we do,” he replied. “Some of the staff use them to plan events and distribute chores.”

“May I have one and some markers?” I asked.

“Of course,” he replied. “Where would you like me to put them?”

“My bedroom would do.” I finished the last bite of my toast and stood. “I’ve got lots to do,” I told Alex as I kissed his cheek.

I went upstairs and waited for the whiteboard and markers. I wanted them to make a diagram of the murder, including everything I had learned and everything I was going to find out.

The killer's warning made me more determined to discover their identity. They had to be punished for what they did.

I would not let Amy down. I would not give up.