Their Vengeance: Siren's Revenge Book Two

8. Alexei

Fyodor”s Rules #36 - Know when to take the time to relax. Life is hard.

Drinks with the Italian women hadn”t been the worst way I’d spent a night. Yana had them all under some kind of spell within minutes. It had been a sight to behold. She had steered the conversation from topic to topic, effortlessly drawing out information, which would have taken me hours and a lot of blood and knives to gain. All the while, no one seemed to realize what she was doing. Her power use was subtle, but I paid enough attention to spot it and if she turned it on us again, we would be in big trouble.

Nikolai”s night hadn”t gone as well as ours. He had been quiet for most of it. Then, as soon as the Italians were back in their cars, he retreated to his office and shut the door. I had been expecting a debrief. Maybe even to hear the next steps in his plan to announce his engagement to the angelic girl. Though she looked like she wanted to throw up every time he touched her.

Pasha had been waiting when we came back to the penthouse, and now we were sitting on the balcony with him and Lukas. I had told Nikolai where we were, but he was too deep in his mind to want to socialize. He got like this sometimes, especially when his vampiric nature was bothering him. Like there was something wrong with his need to drink blood. Sure, the limited number of people he could feed on wasn”t as ideal as my own eating habits. Despite that, he let it torture him far too much.

Pasha and I passed a joint back and forth between us, and Yana had a pipe she said she preferred smoking from—like she had stepped out of some vintage movie. Lukas took a few puffs, but had declined the last two times we”d offered, so he wasn”t getting a third chance to turn it down.

“Fiorenza definitely has some plans involving all of you.” Yana had her legs crossed and was leaned back in her lounge chair like it was a throne.

I may not have been as obsessed as Lukas, but the impulse to kneel at her feet was strong. I didn”t even have to imagine much to know if I lay my head on her lap and let her play with my hair, it would be an incredibly relaxing way to spend the evening.

Passing the joint back to Pasha to finish, I turned my full attention to Yana. I encouraged her to continue with a wave of my hand as I held the smoke deep in my lungs, playing a game of chicken with unconsciousness. Almost as though she knew what I was doing, she smiled as she shook her head at me.

“As much as I may have had her wrapped around my fingers, she didn”t seem happy that you were engaged to someone, Lexi. Which was a little surprising. She”s secured Nikolai, so why would she care who you were engaged to? She seemed pretty adamant, though. Each of you should marry someone from a different Chicago family. Almost like she is trying to split you up and dissolve the family.”

It wasn”t the first time the thought had occurred to us. It was one reason we were so against Nikolai”s plan. But he didn”t want to listen. He was so wrapped up in keeping us safe, sometimes he didn”t realize the danger he led us toward.

“She was here the day we found out what happened to you. Or rather, what we were told had happened to you.” Lukas was frowning as he said it, and I looked at him, confused. Had she been? I could only remember Sasha and trying to kill her. I was surprised at the time Darya had not been with her. The two of them had always taken the greatest delight in torturing me.

“You think she might be in on it?” Pasha put out the joint, sitting up in his chair. His eyes were far too bright and wide, given how much we had smoked. But given he’d had no luck so far with all his computer searches, any lead was good news. It would give us something to focus on, since tracking my sisters and cousins wasn”t going so well.

Yana nodded, leaning her head back and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. “What we need to work out is what she had to gain from it. That”s a woman who does nothing unless it benefits her. It can”t be that she wanted all of you out of the way, or you would be dead by now. She”s had a decade, and she”s more than capable, I’m sure. You don”t mess around with Nephilim women. So, what good does it do her if you boys are separated from Fyodor and me? And not just separated, but to believe we were dead?”

It was an interesting thought. How did the Italians, and specifically Fiorenza, benefit from us being on our own? It”s not like she could have known what we would do. That we would stay, instead of run. Or that we would be in this hotel now, looking for ways to increase our power.

Lukas shook his head, taking a long swig from the bottle of whiskey he was nursing. “I can”t imagine the Grandmother”s Children working with Fiorenza on anything. I really think they are the ones behind this. We know what they gained from it. They”ve wanted to destroy Alexei since he was born. And not just destroy him, but ruin any happiness he could gain. It makes sense they would do this. It”s not like they could have killed Fyodor, the Bratva would have lost their shit. The Grandmother’s Children get a lot of leeway, but killing a loyal, respected lieutenant? No way.” Another good point. There were too many good points in this conversation.

Pasha must have had the same thought I did. He handed me the next joint to light as he rose from his seat. All of us watched as he leaned over Yana, taking her pipe and setting it down on the table. She opened her mouth to protest, but he shut her up with a kiss. Lukas looked at me, raising an eyebrow, but I just shrugged and lit the new joint. This was bound to happen, eventually. Pasha hated feeling like he was being left out of anything.

Any complaints Yana may have had were swiftly kissed away as Pasha crawled on top of her. He simultaneously lowered the back of the sun lounger until she was laying down and he was cradled between her thighs. This time when I offered the joint to Lukas, he took it, taking a deep inhale before he stood up, and handed it back to me, as well as his bottle of whiskey.

I might have been surprised when Pasha started kissing Yana, but I wasn”t when Lukas joined them.

One hand on Pasha”s waist, the other sliding into his silver hair, Lukas broke their kiss as he turned Pasha”s head. He then exhaled smoke into the other man”s mouth as they kissed. For a moment, my eyes met Yana”s. Her lipstick wasn”t even mussed, clearly some kind of magic. She winked at me, motioning with her head to join them as well.

There wasn”t a lot of space, so I didn”t join them on her chair, but I slid over into the chair beside it, inhaling deeply on the joint before pressing it to her lips so she could inhale too. I washed it down with a gulp of whiskey, and the view of Pasha and Lukas kissing hungrily. This night was getting a lot better.

For a moment, I considered getting Nikolai, but I decided against it. He was the one who wanted to sulk in his room. Maybe this would teach him not to shut himself away. It was hopeful thinking, which was something I liked to indulge in. I knew the truth, though. He would use this as yet another tail on the emotional flogger he whipped himself with as a punishment.

He”d have to snap out of it eventually, or Pasha would coax him out of it.

None of us had as much patience for Nikolai”s dramatics as Pasha, and it was why Pasha ended up feeding him more often than the rest of us. That and Pasha loved getting fucked, and the easiest way to get Nikolai to feed was to get him horny.

Pasha and Lukas weren”t kissing anymore. Instead, I had a top tier view of Pasha kissing his way down Yana”s throat as Lukas kissed down the back of Pasha”s neck. Lukas”s fingers were busy undoing Pasha”s shirt as Pasha struggled with Yana”s cocktail dress. He had lowered it to the top of her breasts, but the fabric didn”t have any more stretch, so he couldn”t lower it any further than the lace top of her bra cups. Unwilling to admit defeat, he kissed his way along the exposed skin.

Pasha would never be defeated by something as simple as clothing.

Not wanting to watch him struggle, it only took a second to have a knife in my hand, and another two to slit her dress down the center to the waist. I ignored the annoyed look she shot me. If she didn”t want me to ruin her clothes, then she shouldn”t be wearing them. The smirk I shot back told her so.

Pasha didn”t wait for an invitation, he pushed the sides of her dress apart, the lace underneath parting as well. He had to stop when Lucas pulled his shirt down over his shoulders. For a moment, I thought Lukas was going to tie Pasha”s hands behind his back to keep him from touching Yana. Bondage wasn”t typically Lukas”s kink. He would much rather hold someone down and pin them in place with force. It placated a primal part of him which was always craving the Hunt.

Since the boys were distracted with each other, I tipped Yana”s head back, using the blade of my knife placed under her chin. She really was stunning, especially like this. It was like her guard came down when there was pleasure involved. Like we could see the real her—who she had been when we were younger. Before the world had changed her. Before this situation forced her to become someone harder. Don”t get me wrong, I liked her sharp edges. But I liked this too. Capturing her in a kiss, I used the chance to show her.

Lukas had his hand in Pasha”s hair again, forcing his lips back to Yana”s body. Pasha”s mind was sinking into that submissive place where he liked to revel. Looking up at Lukas as I broke the kiss, I raised my eyebrow. There were four of us, and so many configurations we could explore. I was more in the mood to watch than anything, but I didn”t want to be left out. I motioned for Lucas to move his hand, and by extension Pasha, down, and he nodded. People needed to be a lot more naked for this plan to work.

I left Lukas to take care of Pasha. He pulled the poor man from Yana”s nipple so fast I heard the popping sound of her skin leaving his mouth and felt her gasp against my skin. Another kiss pressed to her lips let me move around the chair, taking the place Pasha had been pulled from, my body hovering over hers. I nicked her throat as I moved, but she looked prettier when she was bleeding, anyway.

“Too many clothes. You have on too many clothes.” I was speaking mostly to her tits, but with a quick look up, I could see she was smirking at me. Pulling my knife back from her throat, I set the tip against the hollow of her collarbone, the hilt resting between those beautiful tits. Fuck, she looked good with one of my knives against her skin. If I had my way, she would never be without one again.

But for now, I had more important things to consider, as reluctant as I was to say that. Grabbing the cut pieces of her dress, I pulled hard, tearing it the rest of the way open. A couple of slits up the top of her arms with my extra knife, and I was able to pull the remnants of her dress and bra free, tossing them aside. Even when lifting her body off the seat, she hadn”t let my knife fall.

Such a good fucking girl.

As I looked down at her body, I groaned at the sight of Yana”s pale, flawless skin wrapped up in the red silk and lace of her panties and her garter belt. I didn”t want to take off the stockings, and the garter belt framed her pussy in a way that could only be intentional. I could have pulled her panties down—she”d obviously put them on over the top of the garter to make it easy—but where was the fun in that? Another two quick slices, and the ruined lace was added to the pile.

“You know, you are ruining my clothes at an alarming rate, Lexi.” There wasn”t any anger in her tone, in fact, she sounded amused.

Looking up at her, I just smirked. I had no issue buying her new clothes if I got to cut them all off her. In my mind, it was an investment, and one worth making.

Picking my knife up off her chest, a brief glance over my shoulder at the two men making out like teenagers showed me they were done getting undressed. I was the only one still wearing clothes, but I preferred it, as while I wasn”t ashamed of my scars, it didn”t mean I wanted them on display. Sliding one hand down Yana”s thigh, I hooked it over my hip before rolling us, so she was on top. I wasn”t sure how she got her hair to stay so perfect amongst all this chaos, but not a strand was out of place. Though it wasn”t a secret I was interested in knowing, so I was happy to let her keep it for now.

“You look pretty on top of me, pchelka. But this is not the view I want of you right now.” A quick snap of my fingers told Lukas I was ready, and he was there in a heartbeat, his hands scooping Yana up off my lap. It only took another second to lower my zipper, allowing my cock to spring out. I gave Pasha a wink as I fisted it twice and with my other hand, I pressed the lever, causing the back of the chair to rise.

Once I was seated, Lukas set Yana back down on my lap, this time facing away from me. My free hand guided her hips as she sank back down, and within seconds, I was sheathed in her warmth, sitting up enough to press a kiss to her back before I wrapped my arm across her stomach, pulling her back slightly so she was leaning back against my chest, her thighs spread on either side of mine.

“You need to give a woman some warning!” There still wasn”t any heat in her tone, so I wasn”t worried. Besides, with her wet cunt wrapped around my cock, what was there to be worried about?

I spread my thighs wider, causing hers to stretch open as well. It showed off her pretty pussy—framed by that garter belt—to the hungry eyes of my brothers.

Lukas had stepped behind Pasha, and with his hand once again in our brother”s hair, he pushed him forward. Once Pasha’s shins hit the front of the lounge chair, he forced him to kneel on it.

“You had better make her come before I do, or I will make sure you can”t sit for a fucking week.” Lukas”s voice had lowered to a growl, which sent shivers down Yana”s spine and made her cunt clench around my cock.

Pasha didn”t look like he was complaining, though. He lowered himself onto his elbows, with his ass in the air, just begging for Lukas”s cock. He wasn”t stingy with his tongue, swirling it against the base of my cock, then up around Yana”s clit. Her hips rocked as she tried to get more contact. I smirked over her shoulder at Lukas as he got into position. I wasn”t sure where the lube had come from, but if I had to bet, it had been in Pasha”s pocket. The man always had condoms and lube on him somewhere—like a sexual boy-scout.

I didn”t need to be watching them to know when Lukas sunk his cock into Pasha. All the air left Pash’s lungs as he exhaled sharply against my balls. Fuck, it felt good. I gripped Yana”s hips to slow her pace a little. The poor thing was getting close to bouncing, and that wasn”t the point. My cock was just holding her in place for Pasha.

To encourage her to stay still, I took my knife from its sheath on my belt. I let her see the glint of metal in my hand before I brought the blade behind her and pressed it against her spine, between her shoulder blades. “Move too much, pchelka, and you”re going to ruin my work.” The way her cunt clenched around me at the sensation of steel against her skin told me she wouldn”t care if I cut her a little more than I intended. The woman was clearly a masochist, rivaling even Pasha”s love of pain.

She tried to keep still. But her hips kept rocking, grinding down on my cock and rubbing her needy little clit against Pasha”s eager tongue and lips, though she kept her shoulders as still as possible. She was trying to game the system, but I didn”t begrudge her attempt. I was too busy carving an intricate design between her shoulder blades. Small, shallow cuts, a lot of which didn”t even bleed.

Lukas still had his hand held tight in Pasha”s hair, even though Pasha didn”t need any encouragement to stay in place. His other hand had a bruising grip on Pasha”s hip as he thrust, forcing Pasha”s face harder into Yana”s cunt. It really was a pretty sight, Pasha”s silver hair between Yana”s pale thighs, Lukas”s rough hand framing the picture on the edge that wasn”t bordered in silk and lace.

“Do you think he can do it, Luka? Maybe he is not as good with his mouth as he likes to boast?”

Lukas shook his head as I teased Pasha, and he thrust harder into his ass. I knew firsthand just how good Pasha was with his mouth, but my words had the effect I wanted. Pasha doubled his efforts, and now held Yana”s clit between his lips as he sucked on it. I could hear the slurping sounds from here.

Yana cursed in Russian, head thrown back as she kept those hips rocking. Her hand had joined Lukas”s, their fingers tangled in Pasha”s hair as she made sure he couldn”t pull back even if he wanted to. I thought she was going to scream when I felt two of Pasha”s fingers slide into her cunt, rubbing against my cock as he rocked them in and out of her in time with his tongue lashing against her clit. I”d felt nothing like it. It was getting to me, and I wasn”t the one being stretched open.

Setting the knife down, I pressed my chest against Yana”s back, letting the buttons on my shirt aggravate the cuts in her skin and smirking as she hissed in pain. My teeth sank into her earlobe hard enough to draw blood, my hands wrapped around her, cupping her tits to roll and tease her nipples.

“You fucking love it, don”t you? Feeling Pasha stretch your perfect little cunt more than any cock. I bet you want to take two of us in this tight little hole. To fill you with our cum; make up for lost time. Maybe we should do that. Tie you up again in my basement and take turns fucking you over and over. Until you are dripping cum from every hole. Until you”re so full of us, you can never be rid of us again.”

I wasn”t egotistical enough to think it was my words which tipped her over the edge, but they certainly helped. Her head was thrown back onto my shoulder, and she wasn”t shy about her moans or curses as she came hard. Pasha didn”t let up, drawing her pleasure out. Letting go of her tits, I gripped her hips, bouncing her a little, thrusting up into her so I could chase my release. Lukas had let go of Pasha”s hair; his eyes glued to Yana in the throes of pleasure as he started to really rail Pasha.

Yana was just calming down when Lukas groaned his orgasm. Then my own snuck up on me, coming from deep in my core as I held her tightly down on my cock, and buried myself as deep in her tight cunt as possible. She was breathing hard, hands stroking through Pasha”s hair as he cursed and panted against her thigh. Lukas finally took pity on him, reaching around and stroking his cock at the same time as he thrust against his prostate. Pasha”s cum spilled over the chair, his groans muffled by Yana”s thighs.

“Maybe we should invite the Italians around more often.” The words slipped out of my mouth.

The laughter started with Yana, but it was clearly contagious. Spreading to each of us until we were all wiping our eyes. Any post-coital tension eased as the heavy haze of lust gave way to the light residual buzz of the drugs.

This had been a good fucking night.