A deep flush crests over her cheeks; her scent thickens, and exactly like her body is made to, she lets me inside.
Something makes Roshka jump on top of the table. Before I can reprimand him, he lies in such a way, it screens her more and blocks everyone from seeing how incredible she is. Everyone but me and her guards.
“Maybe you should order drinks, this could take a while,” I say, right at the same time I slide in an inch.
“Stop messing around, Aleksei. You’ve got two fucking minutes, or I’ll get someone else to consummate my marriage and lose their load in her.”
“You want me to come in her? You’re joking, right?”
“Do I look like I’m joking? If you force her to come, you’ll do me proud.”
The stupid shit doesn’t realize what a goddess he has married. Already, I’ve got pulses of pleasure drawing my balls tighter, and I’m only far enough for the both of us to feel the benefits of the silver balls.
Her pussy flutters greedily around my dick, and she’s taken Kade’s warning of keeping quiet to heart, but she’s so close.
Santiago moves carefully, using the way we’re all standing to hide the fact he’s lending a helping hand. His fingers strum over her clit, letting me move in and out of her tight hole.
A galaxy of stars shoots over my vision as she squeezes me tighter. She’s barely moving her hips, but she’s as close to orgasm as I am.
Kade makes a noise and flicks his head in my brother's direction. I’d completely missed what he was saying, so fucking lost in her.
“What? I’m working my balls off here, brother.” I twist the truth when I look at him, her hand in mine squeezing long and hard, exactly like her pussy is milking me.
Time slows, then speeds up before it twists and turns like a storm. The whole time, I know I’m talking shit to Sergey, but I have no fucking clue what I’m saying.
Her pussy clamps down like a vise around my dick, and I fucking explode. Fighting through the deep-seated need to drop my teeth into her throat and mark her dainty fucking throat while I simultaneously rip his ring off her finger and strip his very existence from this world.
QUINN
Every cell in my body is humming and honey dipped in bliss so tangible I taste nothing but ecstasy on my lips. Honestly, I feel like I’m waking up from the longest sleep to the most beautiful sunrise, and yeah, I’m looking at them as my horizon.
Until I realize Aleksei’s whole focus hasn’t moved off me. It should have. The instant he finished consummating my marriage on behalf of his brother, he should have gone back to his life and left me to my unrequited one.
His pretty-colored eyes dance from my face to the spot on my hand hidden behind a thick layer of the best makeup I couldfind. I should be looking into his eyes and seeing discontent, but that’s not what I find. At all.
A part of me absolutely fucking aches at the thought of ending our carnal connection, but if he won’t shut this down, I will. So, I make it obvious I want his dick out of me. While distance is the furthest thing from what I want right now, I can’t risk my husband discovering his brother is now my fully claimed Alpha. It would effectively mean a death sentence to me and my plans.
Despite the very pleasing fragrant cloud of Aleksei’s agarwood, Kade’s subtle-but-delectable cinnamon, and Santiago’s sensual amber, at this moment, my brain only picks up that they smell like disaster.
Quite obviously, I’m lying to myself. Given the swell of sadness in my chest, I’m doing a horrible job of it. But we all find our own way of coping.
Dropping my eyes to the floor, hoping to hide the treasure chest of emotions I’m sure he’d see, I make sure my voice is loud enough, so the whole fucking room hears.
“I’m going to freshen up, then we can perhaps cut the cake?”
The rolling bark of numerous men laughing back in mockery brings tears to my eyes. Their maliciousness knows no bounds.
But my plans of escaping and giving Aleksei a way to avoid his brother's wrath are diverted by Aleksei himself.
“Quinn,” he says softly.
My heart flutters as I breathe in lungfuls of my Alpha’s scent. With his agarwood scent wrapping around me, all my worries suddenly seem unwarranted.
“Quinn,” he repeats, this time infusing a lot more of his influence in his quiet demand, making it impossible for me to ignore his plea that I look at him.
And that’s the dose of reality I don’t want but we all need. This isn’t some romance novel where people fall in love withina page or two, and all the villains are dealt with before the final chapter; this is the sad existence I was born into and have spent my life trapped in.
It’s not that I am a coward, by any means. Nor am I ashamed of what I allowed to happen. All this flipping and flopping is driven by an insane and slightly frantic energy burning overriding my thoughts, that no matter what I want or do, this is where life changes.
