“Where am I coming, Alina?” he asks in a rush.
“Inside me. Come…inside me,” I beg.
Dom slams forward one more time before he goes still, emptying himself with a low groan.
Afterwards, his soft lips on my shoulder are a sharp contrast to his love making.
“Are you okay?” he asks while still buried within me.
“Yes.”
“If I was too rough…”
“Don’t apologize,” I tell him. “That was…perfect.”
“Perfect,” he says in agreement. “I can be gentle. I always thought I would be with you.”
I shake my head. “After everything…I think that’s exactly what we both needed, wasn’t it?”
“God, yes,” he agrees with a chuckle.
I whimper when I feel him twitch inside me.
Finally, he pulls out then groans. “I love seeing my cum drip out of you.” His fingertips brush over my entrance, pushing inward. “That’s even better, though. Knowing I’m still inside you.”
I close my eyes, still resting my head on my arms as his fingers rock in and out of me. I love the thought of having his and Gavriil’s cum in me at the same time. It’s so wrong but feels so right. They both belong in me, to me.
“Dom…don’t stop.”
His fingers are quickly replaced with his cock, not as long and hard as before, but enough to penetrate me. Leaning over my back, he wraps his arms around my chest then swivels his hips before slowly filling me over and over again, just because he can.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” he whispers next to my ear.
“What…what does that…mean?” I ask, having heard Gavriil say it before.
“It means I love you,” he answers, making me gasp.
Maybe I misheard him…but no, I’m almost certain…
“Alina?” Dom says, snapping me out of my racing thoughts.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. I reach back to thread my fingers through his hair. Soft groans tumble from his lips.
“You’re mine now,dikaya koshka,” he says as he swells within me and his hips begin to pick up the pace a little more. “I’m never letting you go again.”
41
Gavriil
“Incoming vehicles!They’re less than ten minutes out!”
A high-pitched ringing fills my ears, swallowing the gaps between my men’s shouts as I head downstairs in my Kevlar vest. Two handguns sit in shoulder holsters, a smoke grenade in my jacket pocket, switchblades hidden where only I know to reach.
Physically, I’m equipped for war, but the reality of it all slams into me like a Mack truck. My head is still threatening to spin.
Dominik and Alina only left a few hours ago. Hopefully it was enough time that no scouts saw them. They all got their phones back. I could call to check on them, but I don’t. I told Dominik I wouldn’t interfere again.
I force myself into motion, shoving every emotion behind a wall and slamming it shut.
