Once he’s done, I look up at him and lick his cock clean in a very dirty way. He sits back down and takes a very satisfied exhale, his coy smile snapping us from our little roleplay. “Thank you, Quinny.”
“You are so welcome,” I whisper, leaning up to give him a kiss before standing. “Excuse me a moment.”
Aleksei is surprisingly patient. That’s not to say his presence is easy to ignore. It’s like standing safely behind glass, watching a thunderstorm roll in. I turn to face him; he’s standing up with his pants pooling around his thighs, a dangerous smile on his face.
He points to a spot in front of him. “Here,maya.”
I get to the exact place he said, and he spins me so fast, I nearly fall over. His hands are in my hair, and he tugs my head backward with one hand, pushing me forward with the other. Making me face them, bent over and restrained.
I blaze. My desire skyrockets, and the cabin plumes with my scent and theirs. It’s heavenly.
Aleksei steers me into the aisle, so there’s no way they can’t see, then he fills me with his giant dick in one move that has my eyes rolling backward and a loud moan spilling from my lips.
And then the only sound is the hard slap of our bodies and the grunt of exertion Aleksei makes as he fucks me hard and fast.
Pleasure nips over my skin, made so much better by how sensitive I am to them. With Santiago and Kade watching, everything is heightened and nothing else matters.
He slaps my ass hard, and I go off. I cry out, my body overrun with rapture. When I come, I come hard and loud, and Aleksei fucks me through it.
“Again,” he barks, slapping my ass and making sure to hit the right place each time he thrusts.
From out of nowhere, I come, and he roars as he erupts at the same time. Each jerk of his cock as he comes sends pleasure rippling.
His kiss on the back of my neck is rough too. But when he helps me to stand, his cock still buried deep inside me, he’s so gentle it takes my breath away.
“Life is too short,maya, for us not to be loving each other whenever we can.”
When I twist around, his eyes are shining bright in the low light, twinkling with trouble. “Hopefully she got the noise-canceling headphones I insisted she has, or I’ll slit her throat. Listening to you fall apart on your pack’s cocks is for your pack only. Go have a shower, but I want my claim to stay right where it is. You face Victor knowing how effortlessly you control very powerful men.”
I take a step away, using the tops of the seats to stay upright. My legs are shaky, my body humming, my mind fortified.
Before I walk into the small bathroom, I turn back. It’s a nice view; my pack looks well and truly fucked as they redress. Yeah, life is getting better with every passing second.
Chapter Fifty-One
QUINN
We land as the new day breaks, and I store away the symbolism. It adds to the positive energy gathering around us.
I feel better about facing Victor. I’m not sure we’re prepared, but considering how many weapons my pack has strapped to their bodies, I’m not sure it matters.
The flight attendant waits at the bottom of the stairs to welcome us to Bogata. I haven’t been back to Columbia for a long time. I don’t waste time trying to figure how I feel about it. It is what it is. And the truth is, this place isn’t my home, and it hasn't been for a long time.
Perhaps when we visit Santiago’s father in Cali, it will have a better feel. In time, we will need to find a more permanent place somewhere in Columbia, especially when Santiago takes over his father’s business.
It’s a good distraction, thinking of the future.
Aleksei, Nalla, and Kade disembark first, and it’s stupid, but I’m hit with a sudden sense of loss.
“Relax, bebe. I feel your stress like it is my own.”
I shuffle on my feet to see him better. I have to be subtle in how I do it because of the lineup of Victor’s men waiting to greet us. I’m conscious of our audience, but I need to see the confidence in my Alpha’s eyes. Sunrays hit right at the time I look at Santiago, bathing him in golden light, and goddamn, I take that as a sign we’re going to be okay.
“No disperdicies momentos en cosa que no importan,” I whisper.
He fights against himself not to react. Admittedly, I should have come clean before now about how perfect my Spanish is. Reiterating that we’re not wasting moments on things that don’t matter again, right here and now might not be the smartest move. My guard is now struggling to contain himself.
“Tu boca inteligente te va a meter en problemas,” he growls as he walks past. His expression is hard, he’s locked down, as he searches around for any issue.
