Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
AUDREY
Aleks’ Twenty-Fourth Birthday
The Volkovitch Manor was lit up tonight, a celebration to honour the twenty-fourth birthday of their very own soon-to-be king.
Ironic that the man in question preferred to ignore his birthday if given the choice but could not charm his way out of it this year.
The pulse of the bass could be heard from the drive as I made my way inside.
Searching for Aleks, I tried to spot his head over the chaotic mess of bodies packed inside his house like sardines.
I was halfway across the dance floor when the music suddenly stopped, and the lights went out, only to flash back on as a sultry song started playing over the speakers.
A song meant to seduce. One meant to flirt.
Twisting my body, I moved to the beat, the music igniting a feralness amongst the partygoers as everyone coupled up. Sweat dotted my brow as I continued to sway, my hips moving in a slow grind as my fingers danced up my sides, cupped my breasts, and teased back down to the hem of my skirt.
The hair along my neck stood on end when a large presence suddenly came up behind me. I had known he was watching and I hoped he had enjoyed the show I put on for him. The scent of woods, winter fir, and whisky assaulted my senses as tattooed hands encircled my waist and Aleks growled in my ear.
“Are you dancing for me, Printsessa?” His voice was a seductive purr, his teeth nipping the lobe of my ear as his grip tightened on my waist. His hands pulled my body roughly into him as his thigh spread my legs, and my ass met his cock, the length hardening to steel beneath his pants.
Aleks began to grind to the beat, slowly pushing his groin into my ass, making my pussy heat and thighs clench as I thought about where tonight would lead. “Shaking your ass, hoping I would see…”
His fingers danced down my sides, teasing the hem of my rising skirt.
The scent of my arousal was heavy in the air as his fingers created a thrill of temptation in me.
Hot lips kissed my neck as my head fell back, sharp bites of pain sparking across my skin as his hand slapped over my pussy, his teeth grazing me as he kept us on the beat.
“Dance with me, pretty girl. Dance with me as your King.”
Aleksandr spun me around, his face smirked down at me as he moved his hips in tune with the song, hands moving down to cup my ass as his knee bent so I could grind on him again.
The combination of his scent, the feel of my bum on his cock and the way he held me in the centre of the dancefloor—a dare or test—for all to see, had my pussy dripping.
The song changed and still, we danced, the tension crackling between us as an orgasm drew embarrassingly close.
“Are you ready to be a good little whore for me tonight?” A moan bubbled up, as his hand slapped my backside before his leg shoved between my thighs.
Wantonly, I rubbed against him, the brush of my nipples against his chest sending me into overdrive as I came from the feel of him. Watching the ecstasy overtake me, Aleks slowed, his mouth meeting the curve of my spine as he trailed his nose up the crook of my neck.
“Are you ready to run, Lenochka?” His nostrils flared, smelling me like he couldn't get enough and wanted my scent ingrained into his mind so he could track me. Like prey. “I’m feeling the need to chase tonight, Printsessa…to hunt.”
He bit hard into my pulse point, sliding his hands from my waist, up under my tank and cupping my breasts. “To claim…” His rasp sent gooseflesh up my arms as my nipples hardened to points, his fingers tweaking them as he primed me for his fun.
“To…claim.”
He roughly yanked my hair back. My neck arched as his hand slipped from my shirt and slapped me hard across my ass, pausing briefly to squeeze, almost in a polite sense, to ease the sting.
“I’ll give you five minutes, Lenochka…”
I spun around as his hands released their hold, looking up to meet his stare and noting the feral delight ablaze inside his gaze. Dark navy eyes met mine, the colour bleeding to black as his jaw flexed with a tick in his cheek.
“Five minutes to begin running…”
A seductive hum lit within my blood as my senses sharpened, and my pulse began to calm. My body tuned into the presence of a predator. Of a monster. I prepared myself to begin the chase, the hunt.
“And hiding from me.”
His words detonated like fireworks in my blood.
I bolted, weaving through the crowded dance floor and making my way out the back door, sprinting towards the woods.
Darting between trees, I silenced my steps as I willed my pulse to calm and my blood to cool.
I turned my body into a weapon, one that Aleks spent years forging me into.
One that allowed me to evade, to confuse and to blend myself within the darkness of these woods.
The earth was still damp from recent rain, aiding me in my attempts to hide. The sticks were less brittle, the leaves less dry. I ran like I was being hunted, like I never wanted to be caught. My joints and muscles were still sore from events of the prior weeks, yet the adrenaline fuelled me.
I sprinted for what felt like hours, when in reality, it had not been more than a few minutes.
The silence of the woods was eerie, casting shadows across the floor bathed in light from the moon.
Pausing, I took in my surroundings, noting that there was a faint trail leading off to the left, one barely visible, as if it had been hidden from sight.
I made a split decision to follow the path, quieting my steps as I strained to hear if Aleks was close behind.
The path came to a sharp curve, a shadowed stone building sitting barely visible under the dense trees and moon.
I walked up to the building, the crumbling stone walls becoming clearer as I made my way closer to the doors.
The air changed as I reached my arm out to push the doors in.
A chill swept through the woods. My body tensed, locking up.
As if out of nowhere, a sultry whisper hit my ears.
“You shouldn’t be out here in the woods where monsters love to play, Little Viper.”
A deep masculine voice rumbled behind me as arms caged me in, and a muscular body pressed me into the door. What would Aleks do if he found me like this? Forbidden desire flowed through me as warm skin met my back.
“What’s stopping me from just having a taste, hmmm?” His nose brushed along the back of my neck, warm breath blowing across my skin. Lust heated my blood as I attempted to twist my head. “A little snack.” Yes, please.
A hard cock ground into my arse, the feel of his slacks rubbing against my sensitive skin deliciously. Making me forget the need to run, even as I wondered if I might convince Aleks to join the fun…
“Alistair, let go…”
“I hope your King wants to play with us tonight…”
“Please,” I whispered, my thighs involuntarily clenching. My mind was already filled with images of what both these men could do to me. Together. Alistair, Aleks, and me. “Alistai—”
“Uh, uh, uh, gorgeous girl, you follow my rules if you want more…” He thrust his hips harder against my arse as he bit my ear, his hands pushing the doors in as they went to grab my hips, preventing me from falling forward. “If you want to come.”
As he pushed our way inside, light filtered from the ceiling and sconces off to the side.
My eyes took a minute to adjust to the low lights as I took in the space I somehow stumbled upon.
Sanctum, my mind whispered to me. Sinners, it supplied, as my eyes landed on a cushioned sacrificial altar lit up in the centre of the room.
“What do you say, Little Viper…” his sultry voice whispered across my neck. “Are you willing to be our little whore?”
Backing away, the man who had been caging me in came into view as he circled me, as if appraising the goods.
Dark-golden eyes landed on mine, followed by a half-naked body made for sin.
Alistair stood before me, low-riding slacks on his hips, leather belt undone, and his usually pressed button-down shirt unbuttoned, showcasing his chest. His very tattooed, ripped chest caused dirty thoughts to circulate in my head.
My eyes trailed over him, catching on the barbells he had through both nipples and the long leather necklace he always kept around his neck.
“Promise I won’t bite…” His grin turned devious, his incisors peeking through his lips. “Much, that is.” He eyed my pinkened cheeks and laboured breaths, seeing the points of my nipples poking through my top and the hair raised along my neck.
“You’ll even likely beg…” A rasp took over his voice as he began to unwind his belt from his waist. His eyes lit up when he saw my head slightly nod.
Winding the belt around his fist, Alistair tilted his chin in a silent question as he began walking toward where the altar was prepared.
Following carefully behind, I found a pair of pale green eyes locked on me.
Focusing my attention, I spotted Cameron smirking in the shadows, his cock already out and hard in his grasp.
Alistair paused once we hit the edge of the altar, pulling out a chair from the sacrificial piece. “Spin with your arms behind your back, gorgeous girl.” His voice was threaded with command.
Spinning, I locked my hands together and held them behind my back.
I jolted slightly when his cool leather belt wrapped around my hands as he restrained them securely behind my back.
Alistair chuckled, eyes banking with heat as he lifted his head, nodding to Cameron, a silent signal for him to come closer if he wanted to join the fun.