Chapter 31 Alexi
ALEXI
Seven hours.
That’s how long we worked side by side, building our digital weapon. Seeing Iris at work is one of my favorite things; she’s methodical, brilliant, unstoppable.
Now I need her differently.
The compound falls quiet as evening settles. Nikolai is coordinating external surveillance with Erik. Dmitri’s reinforcing perimeter defenses. The others have scattered to their designated tasks.
I find Iris in my quarters, standing by the window with arms wrapped around herself. Reviewing contingencies in that relentless mind of hers.
Three strides close the distance between us.
I pull her against my chest, spin her to face me. Her back hits the wall with enough force to drive the breath from her lungs.
“You volunteered to be bait.” Not a question. A statement of fact that’s been eating at me since the federal building. “Walking into that conference room. Exposing yourself to Sentinel operatives and federal agents who want you dead or disappeared.”
Her chin lifts. “Someone has to.”
But there’s no defiance in her voice. Just exhausted resignation.
Wrong answer.
My hand slides into her hair, fingers threading through platinum strands before tightening. Gentle pressure. Absolute authority. “You’re not bait. You’re mine. And I protect what’s mine.”
Her breath hitches. Those ice-blue eyes widen, pupils dilating.
I hold her there, trapped between my body and the wall. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The word comes out barely above a whisper.
I kiss her before she can say anything else. Hard. Demanding. Claiming every inch of her mouth like I can somehow brand ownership into her DNA.
She opens for me immediately, surrendering with a soft sound that ignites something feral in my chest.
This isn’t gentle. This isn’t sweet.
This is possession.
My free hand grips her hip, dragging her flush against me. She’s mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. Mine to mark as absolutely fucking untouchable to anyone who thinks they can use her as leverage or bait or a goddamn bargaining chip.
I pour every ounce of that conviction into the kiss—violent and tender simultaneously. A physical manifestation of the obsession that’s consumed me since the moment I realized the Phantom was a flesh-and-blood woman who could match me step for step.
I break the kiss, breathing hard against her lips. “Strip.”
The command hangs between us for a heartbeat before she complies. Her fingers tremble slightly as she works the buttons of her shirt, shrugs it off her shoulders. The fabric pools at her feet.
Bra next. Then jeans. Underwear.
I drink in every inch of exposed skin like a man dying of thirst.
“On the bed.”
She moves with that precise grace I’ve become addicted to, climbing onto the mattress and sitting on her heels. Waiting. Watching me with those calculating eyes that see through every defense I’ve ever constructed.
I strip methodically, keeping eye contact the entire time. Shirt. Belt. Jeans. Everything hits the floor until there’s nothing between us except charged air and dangerous chemistry.
“Come here, detka.”
I lie back against the pillows, already rock-hard and aching. She crawls toward me with liquid movements, blonde hair falling forward to frame her face.
Perfect.
“Turn around. Face my feet.”
Understanding flashes across her features—heat followed by anticipation. She repositions herself, straddling my chest with that gorgeous ass mere inches from my face.
Not close enough.
My hands grip her hips, dragging her backward until she’s poised directly above my mouth. “Sit.”
“Alexi—”
“I said sit.” My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs. “Be a good girl for me, Iris. Take my cock down that pretty throat while I taste you.”
She lowers herself slowly, hovering just above my lips. Testing boundaries. Seeing how much control I’ll allow.
None.
I yank her down, sealing my mouth over her pussy with zero hesitation. She gasps, hips jerking forward before she steadies herself with hands braced on my thighs.
Then I feel her tongue trace the length of my shaft.
Holy fuck.
I groan against her, the vibration making her shudder. My tongue works her clit with focused precision while she takes me into her mouth—inch by torturous inch.
This woman will absolutely destroy me.
And I’ll let her.
Her thighs tremble against my face as I lick her relentlessly. Tongue circling her clit while my fingers slide inside her slick cunt. Every whimper and moan vibrating around my cock drives me closer to the edge.
But I refuse to come until I’m deep inside her pussy.
Not when I can feel her climbing toward release—hips rolling, movements becoming erratic. She takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks in a way that makes my vision blur.
Almost.
I double my efforts, sucking hard on her clit while curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot inside her.
She breaks with a strangled cry, releasing my cock to gasp for air as her orgasm crashes through her. I keep working her through it, lapping up every drop of her release like I’m starving for it.
When the last tremor subsides, I grip her hips and flip her with zero warning.
Her face presses into the mattress, ass in the air. Exposed. Vulnerable. Mine.
I position myself behind her, sliding the head of my cock through her soaked folds. Teasing. Making her wait.
“Please.” The word comes out muffled against the sheets.
“Please, what?” I grip her hip with one hand, using the other to guide myself to her entrance. Not penetrating. Just applying enough pressure to drive her crazy. “Use your words, detka.”
“Please fuck me.”
“Mmm.” I rock forward slightly, letting her feel the stretch before pulling back. “Why should I?”
She turns her head to the side, ice-blue eyes finding mine. “Because you want to fill me up. Breed me. Make me yours.”
Fuck yes.
I slam inside her in one brutal thrust.
She cries out, hands fisting in the sheets as I immediately set a punishing pace. No warmup. No gentle buildup. Just raw, primal claiming.
“That’s right.” I lean over her, hand wrapping around her throat from behind. Not squeezing. Just holding. Reminding her who’s in control. “Going to pump you so full of cum you’ll be dripping for days. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
“Yes.” She pushes back against me, meeting each thrust. “Please.”
“Going to breed this perfect pussy until it takes.” My grip tightens fractionally. “Put a baby in you so the whole world knows exactly who you belong to.”
Her whole body shudders at my words, inner walls clenching around me like a vice.
“You want that?” I drive deeper, angling to hit that spot that makes her see stars. “Want me to fill you up? Knock you up?”
“God, yes.” She’s barely coherent now, lost in sensation. “Please, Alexi.”
I release her throat, gripping both hips with bruising force. Holding her exactly where I want her while I pound into her relentlessly.
“Such a good girl.” The praise draws a desperate whimper from her lips. “Taking my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for it.”
“For you.” Her voice breaks on the words. “Made for you.”
Fuck.
Something primal ignites in my chest at that admission. I pull out completely, ignoring her frustrated cry.
“On your back. Want to see your face when I breed you.”
She flips over immediately, spreading her legs in invitation. Those ice-blue eyes dark with need, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing.
Absolutely perfect.
I thrust back inside her with zero warning, swallowing her gasp with a brutal kiss. Our tongues tangle while I resume that punishing rhythm—deep and hard and claiming.
“Touch yourself.” I pull back enough to watch her face. “Want to feel you come on my cock while I fill you up.”
Her hand slides between our bodies, fingers finding her clit. She circles it with practiced precision, building toward another release.
“That’s it, detka.” I adjust the angle, grinding against her with each thrust. “Going to pump you so full. Make sure it takes.”
“Please.” Her free hand clutches at my shoulder, nails digging into skin. “Need it.”
“Need what?” I slow my pace deliberately, watching frustration flash across her features. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Your cum.” No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just raw honesty. “Need you to breed me. Fill me up until I’m dripping. Please.”
Perfect.
I slam into her harder, chasing my release while she writhes beneath me. Her fingers work faster, circling her clit with increasing urgency.
“Come for me.” I lean down, teeth grazing her throat. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
Her orgasm hits immediately—back arching, inner walls spasming around my shaft.
The sensation of her cunt clenching around me shatters my control.
I bury myself deep, grinding against her as my orgasm tears through me. Hot spurts of cum pump into her willing body while I grip her hips hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck yes.” I don’t stop moving, don’t pull back even slightly. Just keep grinding, making sure every drop goes exactly where it belongs. “Taking it so well. Such a good girl.”
Her fingers still work her clit, drawing out her pleasure while I fill her. Those ice-blue eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide with satisfaction.
“Going to keep you full of my cum.” I rock deeper, feeling my release coating her inner walls. “Every single day until your belly swells with my baby.”
She whimpers, her free hand clutching at my bicep.
“You want that?” I pull back slightly before slamming home again, mixing our fluids. “Want me to breed you properly? Knock you up so everyone knows you’re mine?”
“Yes.” The word comes out broken, desperate. “Want it.”
I lean down, teeth scraping along her throat while my hips keep moving in shallow thrusts. Making sure nothing escapes. “Going to pump you full every night. Morning too. Whenever I fucking want.”
Her inner walls flutter around me at the promise.
“Going to watch your tits get bigger.” My hand slides up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. “Watch your belly grow round with my kid. Everyone will know exactly who bred you.”
“Alexi.” My name on her lips sounds like a prayer and a curse simultaneously.
I capture her mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing her moans while my cock twitches inside her—still hard despite just coming. The breeding talk affects me almost as much as it does her.
“Not letting you take those pills anymore.” I pull back to watch her face. “Going to keep my cum inside you until it takes. Understand?”
Her hand finally stops moving on her clit, trembling against her stomach. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her again, softer this time, but no less possessive. “My perfect, brilliant girl.”
I stay buried inside her, keeping her plugged full of my release.
And God help me; I never want to leave.