“Come in.” I called, lifting my head from my desk.
Elena entered, cocooned in a blanket. In her hands were large woollen socks. “Are you cold? I brought you some socks.”
Wind and rain swarmed the estate as the winter grew worse. The skies were perpetually gray, and air unendingly cold. Both Elena and Niko were devastated about not being able to go outside. More than once, I had walked into a room and found both of them staring out the window with matching morose expressions.
I leaned back in my chair, beckoning her closer. “Come here.”
“I’m not here to distract you,” she warned.
“Humor me.”
Elena rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her smile as she neared. I thought she would go into my arms, like I was gesturing for her to do so, but instead she sat on the edge of my desk, almost out of arm’s reach.
Almost.
“Are you going to put the socks on for me?”
She snorted. “I’ll take them back if you’re going to be a pain.”
“And leave me freezing?”
“You’ll live.”
I snuck a hand up her blanket, wrapping my fingers around her calf. “You’re so warm, lyubimaya. I could sink my teeth into you.”
“I told you I’m not here to be a distraction.”
“Liar. You know exactly how distracting you are.”
Elena smiled secretly. “Niko ditched me for Evva and Roksana’s watching over Danika.”
“I’m your third choice?” I squeezed her leg. She tried to tug out of my grip but not with any intention of getting free. “That hurts.”
“At least you’re above Roman,” she remarked.
I didn’t respond to her words, suddenly too enraptured by her beauty to think of much else. She was perched on the side of the desk like a mermaid on a rock, head tipped back to reveal the thick mahogany strands. Her green eyes peered at me from beneath dark lashes, amusement sparkling in their irises.
Every inch of her was perfection, every morsel of her was beautiful.
Every piece of her was mine.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”
She thinned her lips to hide her growing smile. “Now who’s the liar?”
I slid my hand up higher and higher, brushing my fingers against the sensitive part of her. “You tell me, lyubimaya?” Before she could respond, I pulled her into my lap, banding her tightly against me.
“Kon!” Elena snapped.
I nuzzled her shoulder, breathing in her scent. She didn’t resist, didn’t turn away. Instead, Elena arched her neck, allowing better access to the sensitive flesh.
Dark joy rose up in me as I realized that this part of Elena was forever and wholly mine. Her moans and gasps would only ever be heard by my ears, her skin only ever caressed by my fingers. Only I would taste her; only I would have the honor of having her by my side.
And she would let me.
How many years had I coveted over this woman? How many dreams had I had where she was at the center? How many desires and futures had she been a part of in my visions?
For all that wanting, I now held her in my lap, tongue sucking on her neck. I could still hear her laughter, her witty retorts. And later, we would go and have dinner with our son, before returning to our chambers, where I would get to do sinfully dangerous things to her in the dark of night.
“Why are you smiling?” Elena asked, breathily.
“Am I?”
She titled her head to see me better. “I bet I can wipe that grin right off your face.”
My eyebrows rose. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
In a sharp movement, she lifted her hips and rubbed against my growing erection. I arched my neck as pleasure and wanting shot through me, my muscles tightening in response. My cock tented my pants, pressing uncomfortably against my fly.
“That’s not how you get a smile off my face, lyubimaya,” I growled.
Elena laughed and repeated the movement. When she discovered how hard I was, her own smile grew up her face. “Still cold?”
I chucked deeply, the sound coming from my lower stomach. “Oh, no. Not anymore.” I shifted my hips, pressing against her. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.
I took her lower lip in my mouth, sucking and teasing it as she tightened her grip on my shoulders. The taste of her was enough to drive me mad. Some dark and animalistic part of me pictured taking Elena out to the woods and having her for the rest of our days. No responsibilities, no threats. Only pleasure and the trees and the feel of her flesh succumbing to mine.
Elena didn’t resist as I slipped a hand down to her thighs, parting them over my lap. I pulled her back against my chest, cupping her breasts in my free hands.
She groaned against my lips, her head against my shoulder.
I squeezed the peaks through her shirt, running my thumb over the pebbled nipples. Arched against me, olive skin revealed and voice in my ear, it was impossible to believe she was a part of the same world as the rest of us. “God, you’re too beautiful for my mortal self. A creature of fantasy–right here in my arms.”
“Maybe I’m here to trick you and you’ll be caught in my dance for an eternity,” she mused, eyes bright. “If I offer you food, don’t eat it.”
“I know that one.”
Elena’s surprised laugh tore from her. She cupped my cheeks, smiling against my lips. “Don’t you forget it.”
The kiss grew deeper, our lust caustic. Elena’s fingers undid my belt buckle before fisting my rock-hard cock. She laughed as I twitched in her hand, the sound wicked and sultry.
“You’re being cruel,” I murmured against her lips as I slid my fingers into her sweatpants. I found her dripping and aching, ready to be brought to the apex of her pleasure.
Elena broke the kiss off, pressing her forehead against mine. Her mouth parted as she let out a trembling gasp.
I tugged down her pants. The cold hit her and she shuddered in my arms. “Keep the blanket around you, lyubimaya.” I murmured, helping her tighten the quilt.
“You can’t see what you’re doing.”
“Trust me.” I rubbed her nub between my thumb and forefinger. She swore. “I don’t need to see.”
Elena tugged down my pants, grasping my cock beneath her blanket cocoon. My groan only sent her into a laugh, until I bit her shoulder in tandem with pinching her clit and she quickly fell into a myriad of cries.
I entered her in one smooth movement. Elena cried out, using my shoulder to hold herself up. She felt like perfection, her muscles contracting and loosening as she slowly bounced on my cock. Lust fogged my brain, my only thoughts of how she felt, her fingers digging in my shoulders, her hair falling over my–
The door flew open. “The bitch is back!”
Elena dropped, the movement causing my cock to penetrate her deeper. Both of us bit back our moans.
It was Roman who had come storming into the room.
“Out. Now,” I growled.
Artyom followed him in, looking apologetic. “We’ve got a situation, boss.”
The blanket covered our compromising position. To the casual onlooker, it looked like Elena was simply sitting on my lap.
A few seconds later, Feodor and Dmitri entered. Both wore expressions of worry.