Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
SANTIAGO
Istay near enough, the only thing she sees is me. It’s a bonus that the closeness will ensure the only thing she breathes is my scent. And Kade’s.
As much as I want to be the only person to claim this Omega as mine, the magnetic draw they try desperately to hide is hard to ignore.
Aleksei touches her shoulder, and she turns her head to look at him. She’s calmer than I thought she would be, but at the same time, Quinn isn’t one to cower from what’s thrown at her.
Her pupils are darkened by the magic of our scent and presence, and hopefully, her mind is back in that hotel room where life as I know it changed.
“It’s okay, Aleksei,” she says.
And he drops his head, succumbing perhaps to the guilt he undoubtedly feels. Of course, she turns right around and tries to soothe him.
He keeps his gaze averted, but she doesn’t let him avoid her for long.
“I won’t be defined by his actions, nor am I ever going to hold this over you. It would be a deep pain I would carry if you felt guilt when you were forced into this more than I was.”
“How can you say that?” he bites back.
“Aleksei, I expected cruelty when I arrived to marry him. I prepared for it, but I’m here because I chose to be. And now I’m choosing to do this. Maybe I’m disassociating, but disassociate with me.”
Quinn blows me away. Again. Though her beauty is truly captivating, it’s her deep internal well of self-awareness, courage, and empathy that steals my breath.
“Kade and I promise not to kick your ass later. How’s that?” I throw challenge into what I say when the Alpha she’s speaking to continues to struggle with her ease of acceptance of this fucked-up turn of events.
Where she deals with the emotional complexity exactly like an Omega would, I deal with the fucked-up situation with the diplomacy of an Alpha. It works, too. His eyes start to lose some of their hopelessness, his spirit starts to rise. Not in anger, but in determination, driven by Quinn.
Behind us, Sergey is barking commands for Aleksei to start, but he can pop a fucking blood vessel in his impatience, for all I care.
Aleksei takes a quick, grounding exhale before looking at his brother, his false facade back in place. “What way would you take her, Sergey?”
I nearly fucking change my mind right there and then, my finger itching to pull the trigger until she looks at me.
Her blue eyes are like an anchor in a storm; her perfect, plump lips move, and it takes me a moment to register her saying the very same words I said to her.
“No wasted moments on things that don’t matter, bebe. ”
KADE
“Bend her over the table.” Sergey’s words loop over and over in my head.
I’m starting to realize there’s no way I won’t kill this asshole.
Intentionally. Painfully too. Which kind of goes against the key values needed to be a member of the police force.
The drive I had of catching the criminals remains, but I think I’ve found a different way of delivering justice, vigilante style.
One of Sergey’s friends barks like a dog, and a flood of laughter follows. Nalla and I both take a step out of formation to shut up whoever it was.
“Kade.”
She says my name, and everything inside me redirects to what is important.
I’d walk barefoot through broken glass for this woman.
I should have told her she was never just a friend. She’s my entire fucking existence. My past, my present, and my future, and I’m going to stand right here and support her however I can while Sergey’s fucking brother consummates their bond.
ALEKSEI
I shrug off Sergey’s suggestion with an indifference that is more him than me. If I’m being forced into this, I’m going to do it how I want.
Quinn is light as a feather as I pick her up and place her on the edge of the table. I make sure her back is to them and her skirt falls in such a way, only I get to see her bare.
Of course, every part of her is magnificent. Her body, her grace…everything. I can’t stop drinking her in and inhaling her scent. My knees shake as a sudden and desperate urge to drop to them and taste her rattles my foundation.
How can I be so turned on when I’m basically about to fucking defile her?
“Aleksei.” She reaches for my hand at the same time she calls my name.
Throwing me a lifeline.
She’s a virtual stranger, but even thinking that seems like a lie. I feel so fucking calm whenever she’s nearby. I don’t get it, and while I desperately want to trust her and the sensations she brings, my past makes it fucking hard to.
She’s also really fucking determined, and even though I have seen her unwavering in her decisions, it shocks me again to see her approach this in the same way.
I know she won’t let me wallow in all the what-ifs.
I’m swamped, but not surprised, by the nostalgia and comfort her touch brings. Quinn is my homecoming and anchor.
With her other hand, she digs her fingers into the top of my pants and tugs me closer. Her guards, the dogs, fuck, even me, all flow like water around her.
“I won’t let him hurt you.” It spills from my lips before I can stop myself.
“No one said you would, Aleksei. Let’s leave him out of what we’re doing, okay?”
“That should not be easy to do, but fucking hell, it is,” I admit.
Her laughter is like a soft exhale. Only shared within the space we’ve made for her. I feel myself and the others relax ever so slightly.
“Tell me what you see!” Sergey demands from his place on the sidelines.
As much as I want to exist in a bubble with only her, there’s no escaping where we are and what we’re doing. But in typical Quinn style, she’s discombobulated all the darkness inside me and twisted it into something useful.
I’m not sure I will ever shed the BS I have been through with Sergey; Lord knows I’ve been trying, living a double life and doing what I could to right his wrongs. But in the blink of an eye, I get the shot of resolution I've been yearning for.
I smile at Sergey but speak to her. “Focus on my touch, not my words.”
“Been doing that a while, sunshine,” she answers, but like her laugh before, it’s said so softly, I’m not entirely positive she even spoke.
As I undo my pants, a flash of outrage nearly threatens to pull me off course from fooling Sergey, because of course I’m hard.
I’m about to fuck my brother’s wife, take her publicly because he said I had to, and my cock is hard like stone.
“Jesus, Aleksei,” she whispers, loud enough for the others to hear, and her scent and tone suggest she’s not at all upset.
And then her fingers rub, then spread to glide over the end of my dick before she tentatively touches the two silver balls on either side of the area just past the head.
My whole being shudders, and I’m swamped by visions of her in every which way possible as she explores the carnal pleasure they can bring.
“Can’t you get it up?” one of Sergey’s associates calls out. “That’s probably why he doesn’t fuck anymore.”
“Something happened when he was in America. He won’t tell me what, but a brother knows,” Sergey answers.
She’s listening and makes an odd sound, her hand never leaving my cock. It’s crazy how much precome has gathered already. Some people might be put off by the thick strands, but given her pussy is glistening similarly, I’m not going to even suggest she finds it offensive.
I want to stay focused on watching Quinn touch my cock, but I turn and look back at them and lie like I never have before. In Russian.
“It might take a while.”
They laugh and throw back suggestions.
She’s oblivious to them—I probably am too—but she’s got her guards, and I’ve got my dogs. We’ll be safe, but I’m not sure I’ll survive.
There comes a point when I have to close the distance between us. I don’t want my brother coming anywhere near her, seeing and smelling what I am.
“Aleksei, that will not fit inside me.” She huffs and spreads her legs as wide as they will go.
Kade’s gaze drops, and I know he’s seeing how fucking stunning she is for himself. His scent plumes around us, and it spurs her on, making her slick spill out and coat her cunt.
I want to say it makes me feel like a real fucking man hearing her say it won’t fit, but there’s every chance it won’t.
Though having a large cock sounds like a fucking dream, having one is nothing like I imagined.
If we were alone, I’d lick her until she was delirious with endorphins, her body boneless, her pussy relaxed.
“All he wants is to see me fuck you.”
“Maybe we do have one thing in common, then.” She grins again.
“Who are you?” I growl as my body stops being driven by my brain and starts acting instinctively.
“Sergey, now I get why you’re making me do this,” I joke in Russian and laugh, to hide the shuddering rush of pleasure that makes a rumble out of my chest as she rubs my cock through her wet folds.
“Sit on the edge,” I suggest when she starts getting frustrated and whines in her need.
I should reprimand her for losing sight of where we are, but her eyes are glazed and she keeps biting her lip as her hips rock ever so slightly.
“Quinny,” Kade murmurs, and her eyes fly to his face, but he’s glaring past her, to the eager crowd. “You’re a dirty fucking whore, made to take cock. Spread your legs like a good girl. If you make one fucking sound like you’re enjoying yourself, this will never happen again.”
Jesus-fucking-Christ, she blossoms.
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?”