33__In Love is War

Viktor’s eyes flashed green as he bared his fangs, hissing at the startled guard.
The guard’s eyes went wider than saucers before he dragged in a huge breath.
“No!” Kamilla jumped forward and grabbed the man by the shoulders, turning him to face her. “No, please don’t scream! Shh! Don’t scream!” she begged, looking into his eyes.
The man was trembling like a leaf in her hands, but very soon, Kamilla watched with confusion as he went still, staring at her with a dazed expression.
Kamilla blinked and shook the man a little. “Hello? Mister?”

The guard gave zero response, only staring dazedly into her eyes.
Viktor scoffed. “Unbelievable.”
Kamilla looked at him in confusion. “What? What’s wrong with him?” She turned back to the man and shook his shoulder gently. “Mister?”
Viktor sighed and grabbed her hand. “Just come on.”

With that, he dashed out of the doorway, leading Kamilla down the dark hallway. She hurried to keep up with his large steps. “Wait, Viktor! That man…!”
“Leave him! He’ll be okay after like an hour.”

Kamilla threw a look behind her but suddenly the hallway faded away, disappearing and she was surrounded by air, standing under the dark London sky. She glanced up and turned to Viktor as he dragged her through a dark alley.
“How could you just teleport out of there and leave that poor man frozen like that?!” she hissed quietly as they ran.
Turning down one end of the dark alley, they came to an opening where Viktor had left their car.

He threw open the backseat and put the body in. “I don’t know why you’re blaming me, when you’re the one who went and hypnotized him!” he hissed back.

Kamilla’s jaw dropped as Viktor ran round to get into the car. She blinked at him even as he got in. “I… I hypnotized him? *Me*?! How?! Seth didn’t teach me that! Seth didn’t teach me any of that… how did I…?” She frowned in confusion, blinking at the dark sky.

Viktor lowered her window and leaned over. “Get in this car before you snatched by a shifter out there.”

Kamilla interrupted her contemplation to scoff at him. “That doesn’t scare me, Viktor. This isn’t Quarter Kingdom where random creatures wander through the darkness.”
Viktor raised a brow. “Oh yeah? You think every single person you see in London is human? Okay, walk back to the hotel then.”

Kamilla gasped as he started the car and slowly started to drive. Leaping forward, she tore the door open and jumped in.
Viktor tore out of the spot as she glared at him, panting from her effort. “You were going to make me walk?!”
When he only ignored her, focusing on driving, Kamilla turned away, putting her nose as high in the air as she could. Who did he think he was?! Well… a king, but that didn’t matter! She’d just helped him steal a body, least he could do was be bloody polite!

With a huff, she leaned over and pressed a button for the playlist she’d prepared earlier.
Boy With Luv by BTS blasted through the car and Kamilla’s mood was instantly improved as she bopped. Oh, it had been too long since she’d listened to her boys!
“Oh, tell me! Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!” she sang at the top of her lungs.

In one second, the music disappeared and Viktor withdrew his hand from the off button.
Kamilla’s smile fell and her eyes narrowed as she turned to him. “What the hell is your problem?”
Viktor snarled at her. “It’s noisy! Do you realize what time it is?!”
“Time for BTS!” she yelled back and pushed the button again.

*Oh, text me! Oh, yeah, oh, yea—*

Viktor slammed the button, turning the music off. “Kamilla, if you don’t stop playing that shit, I swear, I’ll toss you in the Thames!”

Kamilla gritted her teeth and glared at him so hard, she felt like her eyes would explode.
With huff, she crossed her arms and sulked facing out the window. He was such a jerk! She’d ignore him for the rest of her life!
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The elevator opened up to the unfamiliar penthouse suite that Viktor had driven them to after a stop at the hotel and Kamilla hesitated before stepping out. Viktor whizzed past her, carrying the body to she-had-no-clue-where.
Deciding to continue ignoring him, she threw herself onto a sofa, crossed her socked feet and glared at the ceiling.

There was nothing she hated more than being forbidden to do things she loved and she hadn’t listened to music in months! How *dare* he just turn her music off?! And worse, how dare he call Boy With Luv… *shit?!*

Kamilla huffed angrily and pushed off the sofa. She just got more pissed the more she thought about it.
Viktor came strolling back into the lounge area as he rid himself of his jacket and shirt. Kamilla averted her gaze from his body and glared at his face instead.
Viktor didn’t look at her as he went behind his mini-bar. “Don’t you know it’s bad manners to stare at a king?” he murmured mildly.
Kamilla scoffed. “Hah! That’s so lame!”
Viktor looked at her. “What’s your problem?” he demanded through gritted teeth.

Kamilla stalked over to the bar and slapped her hands onto the counter, glaring at him with narrowed green eyes. “You! Next time you use those fingers of yours to turn my music off, I’ll chop them off and put them in a stew for Xavier’s dogs!”

Viktor’s eyes narrowed to blue slits before he let himself grin, the smile curving across his face like priceless decoration.
He raised his hands, moving his fingers. “Oh? You mean these fingers?” Viktor tilted his head and splayed his palms on the counter, leaning over it. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my fingers when you were cumming on them. Or did you forget that? Huh, Kamilla? Did you forget how I sucked your juices off these very fingers?

Kamilla’s mouth slowly dropped open until her jaw was practically sitting on her chest. Had he just gone *there?!*
Closing her mouth she raised her chin and looked at him. “Y-you feel very proud of yourself, don’t you?!” Viktor’s eyes twinkled with arrogance and Kamilla felt her blood boil. Stepping back, she set her hands on her hips. “Well, FYI, Mr. *King*… You’re not even my type!”

Viktor scoffed and poured himself half a tumbler of whiskey. “Oh, yeah? And what is your type? Spineless little pop idols?”

Kamilla was practically seeing red at this point! He had *not* just insulted her boys, had he?!
Huffing, she pointed a finger at him. “Yes! At least they’re not centuries old! They’re young and fresh and so freaking handsome! Hah! Please! Those ‘spineless’ pop idols are exactly my type, while you are old enough to be my ancestor! Who knows? You might be!”

Panting from her anger, it took Kamilla a minute to realize just how intensely Viktor was staring at her.
A few seconds of silence passed during which his gaze only intensified on her.

When she felt the first energies of his anger, she slowly gulped and looked away from him. Okay… now he was pissed.

Slowly and deliberately, Viktor came around the counter, walking towards her. Kamilla lifted her gaze only high enough to see that he’d taken off his boots. His bare feet approached her stealthily, making Kamilla take a step back.
Viktor drew even closer, the more she receded. “What was that?” he asked quietly, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone. “I’m not your type? Old enough to be your *ancestor*?”
Kamilla gulped again and peaked up at his face innocently. “Huh?”

Viktor hadn’t stopped walking even though there were only inches between their bodies now.
Kamilla shrunk away from the heat emanating off of him, but didn’t get far. Viktor’s hands snuck around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Kamilla bit her lip and stared at his neck, afraid of the power she’d feel if they made eye contact.

“What’s wrong now, Kamilla?” Viktor asked in a murmur as he lowered his head, his mouth hovering above hers. “Bat’s got your tongue?”
Kamilla could barely breathe. This was what she got for her big mouth.
Viktor’s mouth curled in annoyance at her words. Before Kamilla could think of what to say, his hands gripped her waist and hoisted her up so her legs hooked around his waist.
She gasped, clutching his shoulders as he spun around and pressed her up against the wall by the bar, his breath hot on her neck. Kamilla could feel herself losing her defences. Damn, she hated this. Hated how weak she was for him.

His hands curled over her bare thighs under her short summer dress and squeezed. “Let’s see…” he murmured against her skin, making Kamilla tremble. “…let’s just see if you can think about those little boys while I fuck you.”
Kamilla hadn’t even absorbed his words before his mouth captures hers and every ounce of Viktor’s desire, every bit of his dominance exploded in the kiss. Kamilla felt like the breath had left her lungs.

Her arms went around his neck as she drank out of his kiss, matching every bit of his lust, his hunger with her own.
Viktor had never tasted anything as fucking *delectable* in his entire life. Her sweet mouth clung to his, giving him as much as he wanted. A moan rose up in his throat and he jerked her tighter against him, carrying her over to the large sofa where he pressed himself down against her.

Kamilla’s hands stroked over his bare chest and Viktor could help the ragged moan that tore out of him as she touched his body, weakening him far more than she knew she had the power to do.
“Fuck yes…” he groaned. “Touch me, Kamilla.”

Gripping her flimsy summer dress, he tore it off of her, incomprehensibly desperate to have her naked body exposed to his gaze.
Lowering his head, he crushed his mouth hungrily against hers. How dare she say she preferred those worthless humans over him?!

*Nobody!* Nobody, but him would ever lay a hand on Kamilla. Not on *his* Queen.
She was pushing his pants off when her back arched off the sofa as Viktor’s finger’s found her core, wet for him. With his hands alone, he was doing things to her that Kamilla never thought humans could physically feel.
“Fuck… Viktor….” She gasped against his mouth, whimpering with desire and Viktor felt himself grow even harder, his desire for her growing even deeper and darker. She was in his head. Kamilla was so deep within him, she was in his soul.

“Nobody,” he growled against her neck as he entered her with fierce desire. “Nobody, but me.”