Ultimate Vengeance (Wanted Men Book 4) (34 page)

“Can’t go there yet. You touch me with that mouth, and I’m done.”

In no time, he had them laid out on top of the covers in the king-size bed, Lekzi’s monitor hissing on the bedside table. Alekzander knelt, met her eyes, then spread her. He draped her legs over his thighs.

“I need to look at you.”

Her face started to get hot. “You know that will make me uncomfortable.”

He shrugged, his eyes already roaming. “Then you’ll have to feel uncomfortable for a few because I need this.”

Where his gaze touched, so did his fingers. Soon she was squirming and moaning, pleading with him for more. He was thorough, devastating, and so intent it made her eyes water.

“I am ready,” she said for the third time, panting and trying to spread her legs wider. “It is aching. I need you to fill me, Alekzander.”

He fisted his length and pumped hard. “With this?”

“God, yes.” She braced her arms on the headboard and pushed down to meet that thick shaft. A gasp stuck in her throat when, just as he’d done at the apartment, he brought the smooth head of his cock and passed it up and down between her lips. “Yes. Right there,” she encouraged, lifting her hips. “In. Push it in. Please fuck me with it.”

He smiled and got a hand beneath her to lift her a little higher. When he was in perfect position, he paused. “Such a good girl, keeping the most important things in my life safe and protected. Watching over them until I returned to claim you both; my baby, and you.”

Her throat closed up as her love for him filled her just as he did. He pulled down on her hips and sheathed himself, pushing hard through her slickness to fill her to bursting. She looked away from the spectacularly sexy sight of him disappearing into her ready body and met his eyes which were already on her. Peace flowed through the connection. A peace she wasn’t sure existed anywhere else. Not for her. She knew she belonged to him. Her body knew it belonged to him.

“Do you feel that?” he questioned, his voice tight. “Do you?”

She nodded and pushed at the headboard to get him even deeper. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Yes, yes, yes. So good.”

“Where am I?”

“Home.”

He cursed and gripped her hips tightly. With the hold, he began pumping her backward and forward on his cock. “Right where I belong, angel?”

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned as her hips rolled and heat poured into her body. “Always.”

The scorching, blissful sensations she’d only ever felt with him swept her up and away.

♦ ♦ ♦

Alek looked at the clock and knew his and Sacha’s alone time was coming to an end. First chance he got, he’d be thanking his daughter for being such a sound sleeper. The darling hadn’t made a peep in the hours he and her mother had been getting reacquainted. He appreciated that more than either of them would ever know.

Rolling onto his back, he dragged his limp woman on top of him, so her back was to his front. “Spread for me.” Her gorgeous legs opened. “Mmm. That’s it.” He ran his hands down her body, loving the fullness of her breasts even though he’d been warned off them about an hour ago. They had a job to do soon, and they were ready to do it. He could tell by how firm they now were.

That made his cock pound.

Passing over the soft swell of her belly, he reached paradise and put a roof up with his palm. Using that as a guide, he pushed his nudging cock into her snug, welcoming passage as deep as it could go in one long drive.

“Oooh, that first one is always so amazing,” she murmured. Her hand came back to slide her fingers into his hair. She turned her head and kissed his grinning mouth. He silently agreed, though, any one of the hundred and ten thrusts that followed could also be considered his favorites.

She licked his lips. “You are still so hard.”

“And your words are slurring.”

She laughed weakly then jerked when his fingers found her clit. He swiped that little hood back and used the wetness they’d created to draw small circles on the swollen bud underneath it.

“Oh, shit.” Her head fell back, exposing her neck that he wanted at but couldn’t reach from this angle. He brought his hand up and splayed his fingers across it. Her pulse hammered under his thumb.

“You have a dirty mouth, Ms. Urusski.” She’d been alternating between cursing and begging for the better part of an hour. So goddamn hot.

She nodded and her lips parted on a silent gasp as he went deep.

“Faster?”

“Yes, please.”

He pushed his heels into the mattress and drove into her faster. As she moaned that hoarse little sound that thrilled the fuck out of him, his mind reeled at the pleasure she continued to give him. She’d branded him all over again. With her generosity, her enthusiasm, her passion. With every moment that passed, she was binding him to her, making him forget everything but how perfectly they came together.

The sweet relief that kept flowing through him returned to remind him he was inside a woman who’d never known another man. She belonged solely to him. “Is my pussy feeling tender?”

“Yes. But do not stop.” Her fingers went down to dig into his sides. “I am almost there.”

He hooked his arms beneath her knees and yanked her legs further apart. Then he sunk his teeth into the muscle at the base of her neck and let his hips go. With the single-minded purpose of filling her, of marking her on the inside as well as the outside, he dominated his angel once more. He could see his cock, the wetness gleaming as it pumped in and out of her. The sight made him go wild enough to make her scream.

The urgency to come wasn’t gradual; it didn’t build. It slammed into him from out of nowhere, nailing him in his lower back. He held it off, guarding this moment with a ferocity that surprised even him. Quickening his stroke on her clit, he groaned when he felt her pussy constrict. She turned her head and he’d never seen anything so beautiful as Sacha straining to get there. The gold in her eyes was brilliant and sparkling with demand, her teeth bared. She appeared feral. And only he had the power to sate her.

He couldn’t hold it any longer. “Come with me. Soak me as I empty into your body.”

She hissed, and as was her way, she obeyed him by breaking. She wailed through an orgasm that shuddered through her like a seizure. Letting go, he jammed himself to the hilt and felt his release flow from his body into hers.

It was an endless moment of communion, made more powerful by the sight of tears slipping out the corners of her eyes.

Minutes later, after her inner walls stopped pulsing around him and their breathing was returning to normal, he withdrew his softening length from her body and didn’t protest when she rolled over and laid her head on his chest.

“You wore me out,” he muttered as he threw an arm over his eyes.

She came up and lifted the heavy appendage. The smile on her face was one he hadn’t seen in over sixteen months. It was dazzling, real, and uncensored. So warm. So…her.

He stroked his thumb across the drying moisture on her cheek. “Thank you.” He hadn’t felt this calm since seeing Justin Sheppard’s lips touch her skin in the entrance of that Chinese restaurant.

“You do not thank me for this, Alekzander.” She kissed the corner of his mouth before nuzzling into his cheek like an affectionate kitten. “It was very much my pleasure, as I am sure you are aware.”

He sat up and pulled her in tight with an arm melded to her spine. The move had her straddling him. She didn’t question him or complain, she simply wound her arms around his shoulders and sifted her long fingers through his hair.

“I’m not thanking you for rocking my world with your tight pussy. I’m thanking you for remaining faithful to us despite what I led you to believe. For giving me the opportunity to lift you back to your place of honor in my mind. For helping me get that much closer to forgiving you for what you stole from me.”

He wanted to kick his own ass when her light dimmed. He shouldn’t have brought their issues into this moment.

Cupping the back of her head, he brought her mouth to his. “Sorry. Forget I said anything. All that shit doesn’t belong in here when we’re like this. I won’t go there again. Sorry.”

She kissed him back. “My pussy rocks your world?” she asked softly.

He pulled her back by loosely grabbing a handful of her thick hair. Her eyes were twinkling with humor when they met his. Fuck, this woman was his undoing. “It knocks the fucker right off its axis,” he admitted.

Satisfaction flashed and her thighs tightened around his hips just as the thump of Lekzi’s legs coming down on her mattress came from the monitor. Her musical chatter followed, and Sacha sighed.

“Thank goodness,” she said with relief in her voice. “I was beginning to get uncomfortable.”

He got up first after she climbed off him. “I’ll get her.” He slipped on his robe and went next door to collect his hungry baby, then thoroughly enjoyed watching her mother feed her.

It wasn’t until later, after Lekzi was once more in her crib and Sacha had fallen asleep on his chest, her fragrant hair spread all over him, that Alek realized something.

He looked down at the mother of his child, his gut tightening with an excitement she’d likely punch him for. First chance he’d gotten and he’d failed to protect her. The result could change both their lives. All three of their lives, if he included his daughter, which he couldn’t help but do now.

Had he done it subconsciously? Because he wanted all that he’d missed out on? Maybe.

Though the reason didn’t really matter. All that mattered was in one night, three bone-rattling times, he’d released into his woman’s lush, fertile body without the barrier of a condom. If she wasn’t on the pill, well, there just might be consequences to pay for their negligence.

What did it say about him that he felt no remorse as he closed his eyes and drifted off into the best sleep he’d had in well over a year?

Just before lunch the following afternoon, Alek left Sacha and Vasily’s broadly smiling housekeeper to get reacquainted over baby food preparation. As he followed Anton out of the kitchen, he snagged Lekzi’s monitor and clicked it off, silencing her soft murmurs. He left it on a side table before entering the foyer where Gabriel, Maks, and Vincente were milling.

Two of them wore identical frowns shadowed with curiosity, proving, for once, that Maks had kept his mouth shut.

“Where are the girls?” Alek asked while exchanging a round of hand clasps and shoulder bumps. “And the kids?” He had to admit he was disappointed. He wanted to show off.

“Vasily insisted on bringing them.” Gabriel’s frown deepened as they all got out of their coats and handed them off to Anton.

Everyone was dressed casually, G in black cargos and a long-sleeve T-shirt, Maks in dark slacks and a royal blue shirt, and V in his usual jeans and a worn MMA Tee. Alek would have matched Maks, but he’d had to change his shirt earlier when Lekzi had over-eaten and decided it was his fault. He’d never been so unaffected having someone vomit on him. He’d changed and now resembled Vincente.

“Okay,” Maks said, grinning and rubbing his big mitts together. “Let’s kick some balls. I’m jelly that you get to deliver a shock like this one.” He clapped when no one moved. “Better hurry; I swear I saw a tear in Quan’s eye when I insisted he wait outside with Micha. Fucking guy probably thinks we’re gonna take them out.” He winked mischievously as he tipped his chin at the Italians.

V smirked. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached the middle of his broad back, showcasing a face not nearly as menacing as the one they’d all gotten used to seeing.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Gabriel glared at them. “You two coming out, or what? You look as if you’re about to go at it.”

Alek laughed and motioned them to follow him upstairs. “Come on.”

As they climbed, Vincente cleared his throat. “We gonna pretend that elephant with a semi-automatic isn’t in the room with us?”

“Later,” Maks snapped. A punch sounded. “Don’t fucking ruin this with that shit. It can wait a few minutes.”

Alek paused on the stairs. “What shit?”

Maks gave him a shove. “The handful I’m going to shove down the Reaper’s throat if he fucks with this moment.”

Alek’s moment. Pride glowed in his chest, and he got moving again.

“This better be good,” V growled. “Because you’re getting on my fuckin’ nerves.”

“It’s better than good,” Maks assured him as they made their way down the corridor.

Alek paused again in front of Lekzi’s door. He felt he should say something but didn’t know what, so he opened and went in first. He looked over his shoulder and took in two startled expressions when a sweet gurgle and quiet thud-thud came from his daughter. Maks looked as if the anticipation was killing him.

By the time Alek reached the crib, he was grinning like an ass. His heart oozed through his ribs when he saw sleepy pale-blue eyes peer up at him. It melted completely when two teeth and pink gums flashed when she smiled. Her strong little legs kicked to identify the thud-thud. She rolled halfway to her side but then settled back as if not wanting to bother with the effort.