Chapter 33 Alexi
ALEXI
Erik forces Iris to the mat for the seventh time in twenty minutes.
She doesn’t complain. Doesn’t whine about exhaustion or bruises forming across her ribs. Just rolls to her feet, resetting her stance exactly how Erik demonstrated.
“Better.” My brother circles her like a predator assessing prey. “But you’re still telegraphing the takedown. Your shoulder drops half a second before you commit.”
Iris nods, sweat plastering platinum hair to her temples. She’s been at this for ninety minutes—learning how to move, where to place her weight, how to generate force from her core instead of relying on upper body strength she doesn’t possess.
“Again.” Erik moves into position.
She attacks. This time her shoulder stays level until the last possible moment, her leg sweeping low and fast.
Erik still counters, but it takes him a fraction longer. His approval comes in a barely perceptible nod before he demonstrates the proper escape from a rear choke hold.
I watch from the doorway, laptop balanced on one arm while tracking Sentinel’s communications with my free hand. But my attention keeps drifting to how Iris translates Erik’s tactical concepts into muscle memory, her analytical mind processing combat like code.
She’s a natural. Terrifying, beautiful, and absolutely deadly when properly trained.
Erik forces her down again, this time holding the pin to demonstrate leverage points. His hand presses her face to the mat, his knee digging into her spine.
“Feel where my weight sits?” He shifts slightly. “That’s your opening. You need to—”
“Here.” She twists, finding the gap in his position with frightening accuracy.
Erik releases her, standing. “Exactly.”
Pride surges through my chest as Iris climbs to her feet, exhausted but victorious. She’s refusing to back down, refusing to be the weakness Sentinel can exploit.
She’s becoming exactly what I always knew she could be—my equal in every way that matters.
Erik glances at his watch. “We’re done. Hydrate and rest.”
He leaves without ceremony, passing me in the doorway with a meaningful look I ignore.
The moment the door closes, I set my laptop aside and cross to where Iris stands, catching her breath, her tank top soaked through with sweat, her body trembling with exhaustion.
She meets my gaze and swallows hard.
“You’re trying to get yourself killed.” I close the distance between us, backing her against the mirrored wall until her shoulder blades hit the cold glass.
“I’m preparing to survive.” Her chin lifts in defiance even as her pulse hammers visibly at her throat.
I strip her tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her sports bra follows. She doesn’t resist—just watches me with those ice-blue eyes that see everything, calculate everything.
“Spread your legs.”
She obeys, bracing her palms flat against the mirror as I yank her leggings and underwear down to her ankles. The reflection shows us both—my hands on her hips, her body arched and waiting, every muscle defined from Erik’s brutal training session.
I free myself from my tactical pants and position myself at her entrance. One thrust and I’m buried deep, her body accepting me with slick heat that makes my vision blur.
“Watch.” I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze to the mirror. “Watch what you do to me.”
She gasps as I withdraw and slam back in, the impact forcing her breasts against the glass. Cold surface meets heated flesh, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that drag across the mirror with each brutal thrust.
I fuck her without mercy, driving deep enough that her entire body jolts forward, her palms squeaking against the glass as she struggles to maintain balance. The mirror fogs with her breath, her reflection fracturing into something primal and raw.
“Harder.” She rocks back to meet me, demanding rather than begging. “I can take it.”
So I give her exactly what she wants—pounding into her with enough force that the mirror rattles in its frame, my fingers digging bruises into her hips as I claim every inch of her willing body.
Her eyes stay locked on our reflection, watching herself take what I give, watching me lose control with each thrust. She sees everything—the desperation in my movements, the possession in how I hold her, the absolute certainty that she belongs to me.
“That’s it.” I reach around to circle her clit, feeling her clench around my cock. “Come for me. Show me what you look like when you fall apart.”
Her pussy clenches around me as her orgasm builds, those ice-blue eyes still locked on our reflection in the mirror. I can feel her getting close—the way her breathing changes, how her muscles tighten, the desperate little sounds catching in her throat.
My hand slides from her hip to her lower belly, pressing against the flat plane of muscle.
“I’m throwing out your pills.” The words come out rough, possessive. “Going to keep you full of my cum until you’re growing big and round with my baby.”
“No.” She gasps as I thrust deeper, hitting that spot that makes her vision blur. “Alexi, you can’t—”
“Watch me.”
My hand moves from her stomach to her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck with just enough pressure to make her pupils dilate. Not cutting off air—just asserting dominance, claiming ownership in the most primal way possible.
“You’re mine, detka.” I fuck her harder, feeling her body respond even as she tries to resist. “Every part of you belongs to me. Including this.”
I press against her belly again with my free hand, the implication clear.
She tries to shake her head, but can’t with my grip on her throat. Her hands flatten against the mirror, leaving sweaty prints on the glass as I drive into her relentlessly.
“Say it.” I tighten my fingers slightly, watching her reflection. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You.” The word comes out strangled, desperate. “Alexi, I—”
“That’s right.” I release her throat and move my hand between her legs, circling her clit with rough precision. “Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to keep pregnant and desperate for my cock.”
Her body betrays her—clenching hard around me as the filthy words push her over the edge. She comes with a broken cry, her reflection showing pure ecstasy as her orgasm crashes through her.
I watch her fall apart in the mirror, feeling her pussy milk my cock with rhythmic contractions that drag me toward my own release.
“That’s it.” I don’t slow down, fucking her through the aftershocks. “Come for me while I pump you full.”
Her body milks me as I thrust deeper, chasing my own release. The mirror amplifies everything—the desperate sounds she makes, the way her muscles flex and release, the absolute surrender in her expression.
I come hard, buried to the hilt, filling her with pulse after pulse as my vision whites out. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to bruise, marking her in ways that will last days.
When I finally still, both of us breathing hard, she turns around to face me. Her back presses against the fogged mirror, cheeks flushed, eyes bright.
“You’re insane.” She traces my jawline with trembling fingers.
I catch her wrist, bringing it to my lips. “You already knew that, detka.”
“I did.” Her free hand slides down my chest. “And I love how feral you get talking about breeding me.”
The admission sends heat surging through me again. I slide two fingers into her pussy, feeling my cum already starting to leak out, and press them deep—plugging her, keeping everything exactly where it belongs.
She gasps at the intrusion, her body clenching around my fingers.
“Can’t waste a single drop.” I kiss her hard, swallowing her moan as I work my fingers deeper.
When I finally pull back, she’s breathless and clinging to my shoulders.
“I love you.” The words come out raw, unfiltered. “Every maddening, brilliant, dangerous part of you.”
Her eyes soften, that ice-blue gaze melting into something vulnerable. “I love you too. Even when you’re absolutely unhinged.”
I keep my fingers buried inside her as I lean my forehead against hers. “They’re going to side with us.”
“The government?” She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Alexi—”
“They have no choice.” I kiss her again, slower this time. “We have them cornered. They know it. We know it.”
She nods against my lips, her breathing evening out. “We’re going to win this.”
“Damn right we are.”
I finally withdraw my fingers, watching as she adjusts her stance. Her legs tremble slightly from exhaustion and what we just did, but she doesn’t complain.
“Shower.” I grab her tank top from the floor. “Then food. You need to recover.”
She takes the shirt and pulls it over her head. “You’re bossy when you’re post-orgasm.”
“I’m always bossy, detka. You’re just pissed that you’re too blissed out to argue.”
Iris shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips, as she moves toward the bathroom without protest.