Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
QUINN
The icy weather only registers when Santiago and I race back inside.
Kade stands at the door, and the two of them rush me into the room we were using to sleep in because of the fireplace. The flames are roaring again.
“Take off your cardigan and your dress if it’s wet,” Kade insists as he uses his hands to help.
“My dress is fine, but I think I’ll change. I don’t want to ruin it. Or my cardigan. Can you hang it up for me, but don’t put it too close to the fire.”
He takes both items from my hands, leaving the room and leaving me with Aleksei.
“Maya, I’ll buy you every cardigan and dress you want. Don’t worry about it. Get your naked popka under the blankets.”
I guess popka is butt, because he talks as he cups my cheeks in warning. But it’s Aleksei, and given the nature of tonight's discussions, he’s frustrated and worried.
“I’m angry with you, maya. Very angry,” he explains, not looking at me yet as he pulls one of the thickest blankets around my shoulders.
“I don’t like the words out of your mouth; they hurt me more than any gun or knife could.
And it was my kin who caused equal pain with Victor.
And yes, it’s not your fault, but you’re mine to look after, and you put yourself at risk. Big risk. Huge fucking risk.”
As he talks, tension leaks off him, changing his deep, luxurious agarwood scent. Our bond is brittle with his swirling energy. His emotions need an outlet.
Kade and Santiago realize it, and they give him space. But they’re also fixing the kitchen and grabbing supplies so we can continue in here.
After.
We won’t get much further than Aleksei being irate with his bloodline if he doesn’t deal with anger. Considering we have three more issues to resolve in a relatively short amount of time, and if you throw in the possibility of another three meltdowns by me or one of them, we’re in for a long night.
I let Aleksei fuss over me, his touch hard and a little frantic as he tries to warm me back up.
“What do you usually do when you are angry? How did you cope with Sergey?”
“Run,” he answers abruptly, like a bark. “I’ve already done that today. I’m not leaving you, so don’t even tell me to.”
I drop my eyes so he can’t see how funny his statement is. “I’d never tell you what to do.”
“Yerunda!” He pulls my chin up, making it impossible for him not to look into my eyes. He shakes his head. “Bullshit! You blink those eyes in my direction and I’m a slave! You don’t even talk and you’re telling me what to do. I feel you everywhere, maya, so don’t deny it!”
I ignore his diatribe because that’s all it is. I get it, though; we all need an out or a way to cope.
Dropping the blanket, because it’s hot as an oven in here, I ignore his run of Russian curses and his rumbles of warning as he reaches back down for the coverings. When he’s focused on the blanket, I make my move and undo his belt.
He tries to catch my hands, push them away, but I avoid them every time. It makes him pissier on the outside, but inside, my very strong Alpha is suffering an earthquake that’s rattling his very foundations.
I drop out of his attempted hold and straight to my knees, dragging his suit pants and his boxers down with me. I silence him by wrapping my hand around his cock and squeezing the soft flesh hard.
“Focus on me, Aleksei. Don’t let anything or anybody else get inside your head while I’m sucking your dick.”
His voice gets louder, his Russian accent thick, his words lost under his emotion.
But his eyes are locked on mine, and the emotion in them is beautiful and soft.
Opening my mouth, I flatten my tongue and only use the very end to flick over his piercing.
I do it over and over while he thickens and hardens in my tight grip.
His cock is hot, all the blood rushing from his mind down, and I make sure to keep it that way, intent on giving him the peace of mind he gives me.
Wrapping my lips around his crown, I start taking more of Aleksei inside my mouth. I do it slowly, my tongue tracing his veins as I lick and suck him like a lollipop.
He starts to thaw when I suck as much of his dick into my mouth as I can without gagging. I drag his length out slowly, relishing the first few drops of his tasty precome.
I drag, suck, kiss, and lick until he’s muttering good things under his breath, his hips rolling encouragingly.
“Are you ready now, Aleksei?” Not waiting for him to answer, I open the back of my throat and swallow him until my face is pushed against his knot.
And then I wait and watch.
Using our bond, I give him a gentle push.
His fingers wrap around my hair, the pinch of pain a reminder of what I’ve endured.
He fists more of my hair, holding me still as he takes over, exactly how I wanted him to.
He starts slowly, pulling himself all the way out of my mouth before powering back in, but in moments he picks up the pace, and each thrust gets harder as he forces himself deeper inside.
“No one gets to hurt you,” he growls, holding my face still while he fucks my throat raw. “Unless you’re on your knees like now, huh, maya?”
I nod and he growls as he holds my face pressed up against his knot. I reach a hand up to rub over his balls that are drawn up tight, and it’s like a trigger—he explodes, emptying himself in a string of Russian.
I push out of his hold without swallowing, so he can see himself on my tongue. A visual reminder I’m in front of him, strong enough to be on my knees for someone who should have been my enemy.
Of course, in his post-orgasm haze, he’s smirking. The expression on his lips gets dirty as fuck, his eyes darkening with possession as he runs two of his fingers over my tongue. And then he uses his come to mark my lips.
“I like you on your knees, maya. You’ll get more rewards, besides this,” he says, his fingers still touching over my lips, “later on our flight. Now, though, if I am forced to listen to Santiago’s excuses for his friend Ronin, so are you, my sweetness.”
He helps me to my feet, his thumb brushing over my nipple. And while I’m all in for showy displays of him being my Alpha, I’m not about to jump into a serious discussion with flaky lips.
I swipe a hand over my mouth, wiping most of him away, earning me a harder twist of my nipple.
“What do you mean about Ronin?”
Santiago and Kade step back into the room, both looking more relaxed than before. The kitchen behind them is neat, the dogs both lying on the floor.
“I don’t think we’ve fully covered our Victor issue, and fate’s spiderwebs, but we do need to go through our other issues too,” Santiago says, passing over a glass of champagne.
“Ronin’s an issue? I thought you guys were close.”
Santiago looks over my shoulder, and I twist around, catching Aleksei laughing. “Ronin and I are as close as we have always been, but I have a dilemma.”
“And that is?” I prompt, including them both in my question.
Aleksei brings up the blanket again, wrapping me like a burrito and sitting down on his chair, taking me with him.
“People say the Russians are the crazy ones, but the Irish are the ones you have to watch. They’re overly emotional, lazy, like to blame others.”
Kade pushes his way through and snatches me off Aleksei’s lap, putting me in my own seat.
“Aleksei has a large bounty on his head, Quinny, because the night we arrived, when Dmitri’s men were breaking into the Petrov Estate, Aleksei was in Ireland, trying to eradicate the O’Connors.
Ronin O’Connor wants Aleksei dead and tasked Santiago with helping track him down. ”
My mouth falls open in horror as I look at them all.
Aleksei is smirking, again, and I glare back at him, which only makes him laugh.
“Maya, if I was there to eradicate them, do you think any of them would be alive? And that is a serious question. The answer is no, by the way. Sergey sent me there to warn them, but it was done as a favor to one of Sergey’s friends. ”
And then Aleksei stops talking and holds his hand up, signaling at everyone. He’s deep in thought, and he looks at Kade. “If you joined Interpol to find your sister, and you knew who Sergey Petrov was, why not come and arrest him for the drugs? Or at least take him in for questioning?”
Kade takes a steadying inhale. “Don’t get fucking angry at me, Aleksei, but that’s why I asked Quinny if she was sure before about reporting Victor to the authorities.
It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her. It was, I think I’m realizing what he’s been doing.
The images we have of Sergey Petrov in our system have been manipulated.
And given when the file was first opened, and the note inside it, the duplicity has been happening for a while.
Sergey does not look like the Sergey Interpol is looking for.
As soon as I saw him, I recognized him as the person who gave my sister the drugs one night in… ”
“London,” Aleksei finishes for Kade. “We went with our mother to see the Christmas lights. He was an asshole prick then too. He snuck out for a night of partying, which is probably when you saw him. I only knew he was dealing drugs when he stashed a fuckton of MDMA tabs in my luggage, and I got stopped by customs. Father was angry. Very angry. When father was angry, he was violent, and this happened.” Aleksei points at his face.
“My brother didn’t help when father dished out his punishment. He stood there, grinning. When the doctor came, he sat in my room, pretending to be concerned. The minute the doctor left with my mother, Sergey held me down, pushed his fist into my bandages, and said he hoped I was blind forever.”
“What a fucking prick,” Kade snarls.
Santiago is stoic on the surface but his scent leaks empathy. He waves the conversation on.
“I’m not looking for sympathy, Santiago, I am doing puzzling.”