Chapter 32 Sera
SERA
Ikiss him.
Alik groans against my mouth, leaning into me as I deepen the kiss. If I can’t tell him how I feel, I can show him.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, shivering at the strength I find there. He’s hot and hard and surrendering to me so eagerly I feel lightheaded. Alik lets me touch him at will, his hands tense on my knees, but motionless. This is my time, my opportunity to have him exactly how I want.
A lick of power lights up my chest, adding to the warmth already growing between my thighs. I’ll never, ever get tired of having this staggering man bend to my whim.
Our tongues twist and tangle, Alik meeting every one of my little moans with a throaty growl.
I slide forward on the sofa, taking up all the space between us, letting my hands roam.
I can reach so much of him, can touch every bare inch of skin I want.
The line of his spine, the dip above his ass, the tantalizing muscles in his back.
I’m practically petting him, a wild animal tamed for me and me alone, and the emotion gathering in my chest is overwhelming.
All-encompassing, blocking out every harsh bit of reality until it’s just me and him and the way we fit together so perfectly.
That bubble bursts when Alik’s phone rings in his pocket. We cling to each other a moment longer before he breaks away and checks who is calling. “It’s. Dr. Ruiz. I have to take this.”
Alik stands, drifting across the room as he talks quietly to the doctor. His back is to me, and I can’t help but stare at his tattoo. The mark he’s had since he was a teenager, his future foretold on his skin.
Like the addict that I am, I trail after him.
Alik’s head is bent as he listens to whatever Dr. Ruiz is saying, his expression intense.
But goosebumps bloom across his back as I touch the flaming sword inked down his spine.
I reach the waistband of his jeans as he disconnects the call.
We both stand there, just inches apart. Alik says, “Gloria was calling with an update about Dimitri. He’s going to be okay. ”
I sag with relief. “Oh, thank God. What else did she say?”
He gives me a weak smile over his shoulder. “The usual. Lots of instructions on what Dimitri can and cannot do during recovery. She wrote a list. He’s going to hate everything on it.”
I remember Dr. Ruiz’s instructions for my own recovery and smile back. “I’ll help him. Whatever way I can. Poor guy will be so over me taking care of him he’ll heal up quick.”
Alik laughs and I can feel it beneath my fingers. The subtle shift of his back, the heat pouring off his body. All impulse to smile is consumed by a surge of intense lust. I press my lips to his shoulder and close my eyes when Alik hauls in a breath.
“What are you doing, moya voitelnitsa?”
I stay quiet, letting my lips drift over and across his upper arm, until I have to shift to his front, my mouth charting a trail across his pecs.
I lick a line up to his neck. Alik tips his head back on a groan, grabbing my waist for balance. His heart is pounding, his lungs working harder than usual, and feeling him lose control from just a few kisses and licks is a powerful aphrodisiac.
He’s driven me wild so many times. Now, it’s my turn.
Trailing my mouth down his chest, I brush Alik’s hands off my hips and drop to my knees in front of him.
“Sera?” His voice is low and rough and utterly divine. It tempts me away from his rock-solid abs long enough to look up at him. The view is nothing short of spectacular.
Alik is staring down at me, jaw slack, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and stormy.
The tendons of his neck are taut, his upper body tense as his lungs work overtime beneath his ribs.
His inked wings seem to dance across his skin and just looking up at him like this, seeing how strong and powerful and yet vulnerable he is, makes me want to do this even more.
I maintain eye contact as I start to strip off his jeans. This is what I want. This thing I’ve never done, never wanted to do, not before Alik Valentin crept into my life.
I want his cock in my mouth, his surrender as I kneel before him, worshiping him with everything I’ve got.
I have his fly open and the denim halfway down his hips before Alik stops me, grabbing my hands. “Sera, babe. You don’t have to do this.”
“I do,” I promise him. “Very much.”
There’s heat in my voice, and strength, and he trembles in front of me. A tremor that grips him from head to toe. He releases my hands, giving in. Giving himself to me, and want pools low in my stomach, making me even hungrier.
I yank his jeans down his thighs and Alik traces fine lines across my temple. “Serafina.” His voice is thick with wonder and need. “Named after the Seraphim. The highest order of angels in heaven. Fiery attendants of God. I should be prone at your feet. An archangel is lower, lesser than you.”
I send his underwear in the same direction as his jeans and bite the inside of my cheek when his cock springs free. There is absolutely no way in hell that Alik is lesser in any category.
Thick and proud and gloriously hard, Alik’s dick rises up from between muscular thighs. The head is ruddy, swollen, precome already escaping his slit, making my mouth water.
“Holy fuck, baby.” Alik’s hand is heavy on my head, the featherlight touch gone.
He grabs my braid roughly and twines it around his fist, anchoring me before him.
“I should be kneeling in front of you, worshiping your gorgeous pussy, making you scream in bliss. But I’m weak, moya voitelnitsa.
Far less divine than you and right now—Yebat'! I want nothing more than to fuck your beautiful face.”
I melt for him. My breasts are full and achy. My pussy slick and begging for attention. Every molecule of my being is attuned to the man towering above me and there isn’t a power on this earth that can stop me from sliding my tongue up his shaft and licking his head clean.
Alik’s curse is filthy and raw, and it makes me even wetter. “You’re going to be such a good girl, aren’t you moya voitelnitsa?” He grips his cock, tugging on it roughly before angling it toward my mouth. “You’re going to suck me good and deep until I’m overflowing your hot little mouth.”
“Yes.” I’m salivating, my heart jackknifing as I brace my hands on his thighs and lean forward obediently. “Yes, I’ll be so good. Such a good girl for you.”
I barely get the words out before Alik is feeding me his dick.
I gaze up at him, my lips split wide, my tongue offering a wet welcome.
He stares down at me, chest heaving, expression possessive and strained with lust, his stomach muscles clenching as he presses his swollen head to the back of my mouth.
“Good girl,” he praises. “My good, gorgeous girl, have you done this before?”
Eyes watering, I shake my head no as best I can. Alik thumbs away a tear before sliding his hand back to cradle my skull. His thumb rests on the hinge of my jaw. He presses, manipulating me for his pleasure.
His cock slides deeper, touching my throat. He groans; I whimper.
I always envisioned this act as one of submission, subjugation.
Of being dominated and used. As his pelvis brushes the tip of my nose, his scent saturating every breath, I recognize that it is.
But it’s also one of devotion, of power, of bringing this man to his metaphorical knees even as I’m down on mine.
Because I haven’t even moved and he’s already starting to come undone.
The seams of his self-control fraying at first contact.
Alik is like a god above me, but he’s looking down at me like I’ve hung the moon and stars, like I am the brightest point in his universe. And I’m going to make him burn.
I’m so full of him, his shaft stretching the limits of my jaw, every inhale dominated by him, and I let the tears trip down my face as I gaze up and swallow.
Alik’s knees buckle. His fingers bite into my jaw, his hips stuttering as I do it again, using the fine muscles in my throat to grip and pull the head of his cock, bathing the most sensitive part of him in wicked sensation.
His head tips back, his Adam’s apple snagging every time he tries to catch his breath. He’s so gorgeous like this, unhinged and out of control. I love it. I love him. I let myself fall into the feeling as I wrap my hand around the base of his erection and stroke.
Dazed, Alik’s drops his chin to his chest, eyes ablaze as he watches me.
My head is captured in his hands, one palming the back of my skull as the other cups my jaw.
I can feel those hands tremble as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth.
My pace is slow, languid, like we’ve got all the time in the world.
Like he’s not leaking on my tongue like a man on the brink of exploding.
His taste is heady, potent, and I suck it off greedily every time I reach his tip.
“Fuck, fuuuuuck, Sera. Babe.” Alik rocks his hips, begging me to pick up speed. “Your little mouth is so hot, so wet. You are such a good fucking girl, on your knees for me.”
His praise does exactly what he wants. I moan around him as I squeeze my thighs together.
My pussy is soaked, absolutely fucking soaked and begging for attention.
I drop one hand to touch myself, but my jeans are in the way.
I whine in frustration and it kicks something off in Alik.
Taps something primal inside him and he can’t stop his hips from slamming forward.
He’s desperate and it’s making me even wetter. I close my eyes and let him use me, let him thrust into my mouth with abandon, my hand pressed hard against the seam of my jeans. He’s growling out things I can’t understand and I’m shaking with the need to make us both come.
He’s so close. I am too. I suck him deeper as I press my fingers down harder, finally, finally finding my clit beneath my clothes, the pressure just right. Another squeeze of my thighs and I’ll be there.
I hollow out my cheeks around him. Another pull and Alik will be there too.
He releases the most guttural groan and then—he pulls out.
He moves so fast I almost fall forward, my center of gravity blown to hell.
I tip forward on my knees, arms thrown wide but he catches me before I hit the floor.
I’m on my feet a second later, panting through swollen lips as Alik strips himself naked and then throws me over one shoulder.
He strides through the suite into my bedroom.
I barely have time to appreciate the impeccable view of his bare ass before he tosses me onto my bed.
“What—!?”
“You’ve had your fun,” he growls at me. “Now it’s my turn.”