Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
QUINN
Iwatch Santiago’s fingers trailing down my chest, expecting to see something more than his hand because our bond feels so solid and physical. It clicked into place between one shuddering breath and the next.
“Bebe, I feel you everywhere,” he murmurs quietly so the others don’t wake up.
When I don’t answer him, he tips my head back. His eyes are full of concern.
“I’m good.” I stretch up for his mouth.
He holds back, not letting our lips touch, wanting more of an explanation.
I hold his hand in the heaviest spot on my chest, my heart pounding.
“I feel you here like this, even when you’re not touching me.
But it’s not one hand, it’s three, and it's more weighted than I expected. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sensation, I just didn’t expect to feel you so viscerally. ”
He closes the distance between us, a soft growl filling my mouth as his tongue does. He doesn’t need to confirm he, too, feels the same way; he kisses me until I’m dizzy before he shimmies down my body, so his lips fall on the very spot I was pointing at.
The day has been gloomy; the snow hasn’t stopped falling, and the inside of the house is dark despite the early afternoon. I’ve only gotten out of our bed to shower, and my clothes have stayed off. Every part of me smells like them, and they’ve made sure their scent hasn’t faded or rubbed off.
Santiago shuffles up and rolls me over so I’m lying flat on my stomach. He lies behind me, his chest against my back, and he guides one of my legs to bend. His leg follows, and we’re pressed together as close can be.
Like this, I could fall asleep. If my libido would let me. I push my ass back, rubbing it over his dick. He kisses my neck, his tongue swiping over their claim on my neck, trailing his mouth up to my ear.
“Let me fuck you to sleep, bebe. You need rest.”
I twist around, agreeing, but also to speak to him. “From this day on, anything you want to do to me works.”
“Anything?” he challenges.
But it’s such an easy question to agree to because I can feel his intention thrumming through our bond, as clearly as I can see the growing smile on his face.
“Such a good girl. I’m going to tie you up and fuck your ass so hard for not telling me any of your secrets sooner. No excuses for trying to protect me. For now, though, turn back around and let me plug your pussy while you sleep.”
I have to open my mouth to get more air. I feel dizzy and wound up, ready to pop in a few words. I hold his smoldering gaze. “Choke me too?”
He nods quickly before we shuffle back into position. Santiago is everywhere. His skin is on mine, his weight holds me down, and his mouth is back at my ear as he swipes his cockhead at my entrance.
“Bebe, we need a proper talk with safe words and better consent than you can do whatever you want. And yes, you can trust our bond as your guide, but I need a conversation and to understand your limits.”
I’m already so wet. And as gross as it sounds, my slick has been dripping like a tap. We’ve spent the whole day in bed, naked, touching and tasting, talking in the times in between. It’s a sweet taste of what my heat will be like, and I can’t wait.
Santiago winds his arm around me, keeping me still, and he pushes himself inside, not stopping until he’s bottomed out. His knot is spongy against my pussy, and I wiggle my hips encouragingly, wanting him to give me everything.
And then he moves. Slowly. Pulling out only an inch or two, then sinking back in deep again, with a tiny more force.
“You’re so tight around me,” he groans, his breathing as deep as mine is already. “Close your eyes and be with me completely.”
He sucks on my throat as he keeps up his tortuously exquisite pace. I lose track of time, getting off on the steady roll of his hips and the small, deep thrusts as he circles my clit with his free hand.
“I love the sound your body makes when I’m inside you,” he whispers, his hips moving faster. We’re tucked in our own space, the others still sleeping, and while we’re not doing anything wrong, the secrecy adds another layer to our lovemaking.
“I’m going to come soon.” I whine, twisting around, searching for his mouth.
His lips are on mine as he keeps ruining me with his deliberately slow, deep thrusts. His fingers disappear from my clit, his hand moving to push my leg higher as his knot pushes into place.
There’s a beautiful pinch of pain, but he kisses me quiet and rotates his hips, soothing the intrusion. And then his hand cups my throat, and he squeezes ever so gently right when I feel myself getting closer to my climax.
He cuts off my air with his hand, stealing the air from my lungs with his kiss.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t struggle, even when little dots appear in my eyes.
He’s got me; he won’t let this get out of hand.
This is a lesson in trust, and I hope he keeps showing me how to rely on him for the rest of our days.
We come together, and I fall into the most serene space. Surrounded by him, our bond infused with connection as his amber scent refills my lungs.
I fight to stay awake, but he makes it nearly impossible with his slow tickles and soft whispers.
I wake up with my face pressed against the pillow, alone. Rolling over, I tuck into a ball facing the door at the same time as Aleksei leans against it.
His hair is damp, and he’s got a black suit on, the white shirt under it open at the neck. He’s holding a long, pale pink cable-knit cardigan in his hand.
“Come.” He flicks his chin up.
I sit up, and the sheet drops to my lap, knowing the fire behind me silhouettes my body similar to how the light in the kitchen spotlights him.
His eyes smolder as he stares at me for a long time, eventually breaking our connection by closing them.
His scent continues to circle around me, a message in it that if time was different, he’d be in here, and I wouldn’t be getting out of bed anytime soon.
I stand up, and he opens his eyes again. The ravenous look is gone, but his adoration is equally nourishing.
“I laid a dress out for you.” He points to the chair he uses when we’re in here.
Aleksei has stuck hard to his no-sharing rule. Not that I mind one bit; they all make me feel like a goddess, no matter how many people are involved. Our sexual discovery of each other has been insanely liberating.
“Are we going out?” I ask, turning to what he’s pointing at. The dress is stunning. It’s silky and long, in a deep emerald green that screams luxury.
“No. But our first dinner after we packed is cause for celebration.”
I don’t need to check to know it’s probably couture. “Aleksei?”
“Yes, maya?”
I close my eyes. The way he says my name makes me feel like a celestial princess. Small things they all do, or say, are enabling massive changes inside me.
“You replaced all my clothes when they were destroyed, didn’t you?”
He makes a noise, which becomes a different sound when I pull the dress on, letting it glide down my body.
Turning around, I don’t need to ask if I look okay. I can feel his praise humming through our bond. His eyes are locked on my face, though.
“And you chose my wedding dress, didn’t you?”
He smirks, flicking his fingers impatiently for me to join him. As soon as I’m close enough, he holds the cardigan out for me. Like with the dress, the cardigan is pure indulgence. The soft coloring of the cashmere, and the length of it, serenades my Omega side.
Aleksei rolls the oversized collar on it, so it hugs my neck. He only stops fussing when I grab his hand.
“My hair looks a mess,” I admit, but he rolls his eyes.
After a kiss on my palm, he reclaims his hand before freeing my bun and using his fingers to comb it out into sweeping waves. He plays with the front of it until it sits how he wants it to.
“I wish you could see yourself how I do,” he says gently.
His quiet reflection is not alarming but concerning. We haven’t even had a chance to grieve for his brother. Irrespective of how much of an asshole Sergey was, a part of Aleksei must be mourning what happened. “Are you okay?”
He slides his hand inside my new cardigan, under my dress, resting it right on the place I showed Santiago. His thumb strokes the skin there.
“A lot has happened, but still, I am better than okay. You’re my wife. I want to feed you, dress you warmer, and take the dogs for a walk.”
I wiggle my way into his space, wrapping my arms around him. “We can do that.”
He drops a kiss on top of my head. “Maybe.”
“No, we can.”
“We need to leave today.”
“Where to?”
Kade appears next to us, and he, too, is dressed in a suit. “If he lets go of you, we can all talk while we eat dinner. Like we planned and agreed, Aleksei.”
“She is my wife.” Aleksei grins. “She bamboozles my brain. Which is a good thing.”
I grin up at him, and Kade shakes his head and walks off. His limp isn’t as pronounced. Or I just don’t see him walking far enough. Grabbing Aleksei’s hand, I pull him with me as we follow Kade.
In the kitchen, Santiago is waiting, dressed very similar to Kade and Aleksei.
“You look good. You all do.”
Santiago’s eyes inch down my body before he brings his focus back to my face. “You look incredible. We can’t go out tonight, which isn’t fair to you, so we’re wining and dining you here.”
“I don’t need that.”
Kade clears his throat, and my gaze jumps to him. “You will be romanced, Quinny. There’s no day in our future when you won’t be reminded how special you are to us.”
He pulls my chair out, and I sit. As soon as I do, they follow while the dogs get up from where they were sprawled and come in close.
“How’s your leg, Nalla?” I ask, giving her a quick pat.
She’s not as friendly with me as she is with Aleksei or Kade. Roshka, on the other hand, is full on. He pushes his mate out of the way, then forces himself as close as he can before he snuffles against my hand, nipping it every now and then as he demands all my attention.