I guesspopkais butt, because he talks as he cups my cheeks in warning. But it’s Aleksei, and given the nature of tonight's discussions, he’s frustrated and worried.
“I’m angry with you,maya. Very angry,” he explains, not looking at me yet as he pulls one of the thickest blankets around my shoulders. “I don’t like the words out of your mouth; they hurt me more than any gun or knife could. And it was my kin who caused equal pain with Victor. And yes, it’s not your fault, but you’re mine to look after, and you put yourself at risk. Big risk. Huge fucking risk.”
As he talks, tension leaks off him, changing his deep, luxurious agarwood scent. Our bond is brittle with his swirling energy. His emotions need an outlet.
Kade and Santiago realize it, and they give him space. But they’re also fixing the kitchen and grabbing supplies so we can continue in here.
After.
We won’t get much further than Aleksei being irate with his bloodline if he doesn’t deal with anger. Considering we have three more issues to resolve in a relatively short amount of time, and if you throw in the possibility of another three meltdowns by me or one of them, we’re in for a long night.
I let Aleksei fuss over me, his touch hard and a little frantic as he tries to warm me back up.
“What do you usually do when you are angry? How did you cope with Sergey?”
“Run,” he answers abruptly, like a bark. “I’ve already done that today. I’m not leaving you, so don’t even tell me to.”
I drop my eyes so he can’t see how funny his statement is. “I’d never tell you what to do.”
“Yerunda!” He pulls my chin up, making it impossible for him not to look into my eyes. He shakes his head. “Bullshit! You blink those eyes in my direction and I’m a slave! You don’t even talk and you’re telling me what to do. I feel you everywhere,maya, so don’t deny it!”
I ignore his diatribe because that’s all it is. I get it, though; we all need an out or a way to cope.
Dropping the blanket, because it’s hot as an oven in here, I ignore his run of Russian curses and his rumbles of warning as he reaches back down for the coverings. When he’s focused on the blanket, I make my move and undo his belt.
He tries to catch my hands, push them away, but I avoid them every time. It makes him pissier on the outside, but inside, my very strong Alpha is suffering an earthquake that’s rattling his very foundations.
I drop out of his attempted hold and straight to my knees, dragging his suit pants and his boxers down with me. I silence him by wrapping my hand around his cock and squeezing the soft flesh hard.
“Focus on me, Aleksei. Don’t let anything or anybody else get inside your head while I’m sucking your dick.”
His voice gets louder, his Russian accent thick, his words lost under his emotion.
But his eyes are locked on mine, and the emotion in them is beautiful and soft.
Opening my mouth, I flatten my tongue and only use the very end to flick over his piercing. I do it over and over while he thickens and hardens in my tight grip. His cock is hot, all the blood rushing from his mind down, and I make sure to keep it that way, intent on giving him the peace of mind he gives me.
Wrapping my lips around his crown, I start taking more of Aleksei inside my mouth. I do it slowly, my tongue tracing his veins as I lick and suck him like a lollipop.
He starts to thaw when I suck as much of his dick into my mouth as I can without gagging. I drag his length out slowly, relishing the first few drops of his tasty precome.
I drag, suck, kiss, and lick until he’s muttering good things under his breath, his hips rolling encouragingly.
“Are you ready now, Aleksei?” Not waiting for him to answer, I open the back of my throat and swallow him until my face is pushed against his knot.
And then I wait and watch.
Using our bond, I give him a gentle push.
His fingers wrap around my hair, the pinch of pain a reminder of what I’ve endured. He fists more of my hair, holding me still as he takes over, exactly how I wanted him to. He starts slowly, pulling himself all the way out of my mouth before powering back in, but in moments he picks up the pace, and each thrust gets harder as he forces himself deeper inside.
“No one gets to hurt you,” he growls, holding my face still while he fucks my throat raw. “Unless you’re on your knees like now, huh,maya?”
I nod and he growls as he holds my face pressed up against his knot. I reach a hand up to rub over his balls that are drawn up tight, and it’s like a trigger—he explodes, emptying himself in a string of Russian.
I push out of his hold without swallowing, so he can see himself on my tongue. A visual reminder I’m in front of him, strong enough to be on my knees for someone who should have been my enemy.
Of course, in his post-orgasm haze, he’s smirking. The expression on his lips gets dirty as fuck, his eyes darkening with possession as he runs two of his fingers over my tongue. And then he uses his come to mark my lips.
