Elena I had woken up, neat and non–sticky. Given what happened between Mikhail and me an hour ago, I expected to feel sticky and all, but my clothes are intact and I’ve been wiped down there. To crown it all up, I’m lying on a bed. This realization dawns on me a little later than it should have. But I shoot up the bed the minute I’m aware. “Elena,” My eyes widen at the familiar voice that calls from the side. It seems as though I am imagining things at the moment. Because a few minutes ago, or an hour ago, I was in an event, getting fingered by Mikhail, and the next I was in an unfamiliar room with Esther, who had been missing for days. “Esther!” I rush towards the little girl who’s shivering in the corner. Her knees are against her chest as she wraps her arm around herself. “You shouldn’t have come here,” Esther begins, her lips still quivering. I know she’s concerned about me, but it breaks my heart to see her struggle to speak. I quickly wrap my arms around her, trying to kee
ElenaHis trouser falls in a swift motion, and I drool at the sight of the bulge growing in his briefs.This is the first time I’m doing this willingly, and I do feel ashamed; however, there’s another feeling that surpasses that shame, which prompts me to begin licking the base of his cock. My eyes never leaving his while I note every slight change in his expression. I wrap the inner walls of my mouth around his member, sucking him in as I go down on him. And there it is–the change I want to see, the hiss of pleasure. He bites down on his lip to hold back more sounds from escaping, and that’s my clue that I am on the right path. I let my wet tongue lick around his length, sucking him in harder as I increase my pace. “Fuck” Mikhail groans. He’s cautious of his tone; obviously, it will be crazy if someone hears us from out there. I would feel more embarrassed. I can’t take his whole length, so I let my hands do the rest. Stroking him and massaging his balls while sucking him. “Fuc
Elena“And this must be…” I reluctantly get to my feet with a feigned smile plastered to my face. I mean, who will intentionally, naturally, sincerely, smile at someone whose son tried to assault you and then kidnapped someone you hold to your heart? But at least, I still try to put up that respect, just like everyone else around the table. I have a feeling we are all thinking the same. Maybe aside from the dominant omega who is between Mikhail and Darius. She’s literally smiling with all her teeth. “The famous Elena,” The President has his hands stretched out to me for a shake, not that I’m thinking of taking it, but Mikhail intervenes before I can meet with his hand, as expected.. I force down the urge to smile at his action. “Excuse us for a minute,” Mikhail states before taking my wrist and pulling me away. However, someone else holds him back from the other side. “Alpha, why are yout leaving with her?” The bitch calls out. And this time, I don’t hold back the urge to show fo
MikahilThe entire hall reeks of several kinds of pheromones. None of which is trying to lure anyone; however, I still find them irritating. This is a crime in Russia; in any European country, no one is allowed to leak their pheromones intentionally in public, but here in the United States, there are no rules. Fortunately, I didn’t bring Elena here. All I need to do is strike a deal and get to meet with Schwoz to get my daughter back. But where the fuck is Darius? He refused to have my secretary come with me, but he couldn’t even fly down here with me? I shouldn’t have let him do what he wanted. “Alpha, here, I got a glass of wine for you,” A high-pitched voice sounds from my side, passing on a glass half-filled with red wine to me. Her eyes are big, and she seems a little fragile, but I can tell her innocence is forced. “You can have it,” I respond without care, keeping my eyes on the tab and holding myself from roaming my eyes around. I’m feeling reckless, just waiting for the e
Elena If there’s anything I’ve come to understand about Darius during these few hours spent with him, is that, he’s a manipulator and I’m an easy target. He provoked Mikhail not to capture me, not once but twice. And what astonished me more is the fact that I assumed Mikhail was the one watching me the time with Ezekiel, but then I was wrong, he was the one. But I still don’t understand his goal. Why is he always trying to bring us together? Like now, he wants me to go with Mikhail to the dinner party when Mikhail has already picked out his partner. I mean I’m not just going for Mikhail, I’m going to make sure Esther is safe, after all, Darius gave an excellent idea to help save everyone, and I’m cool with it. But then, a part of me finds it hard to trust him, I just have the feeling he’s manipulating me. I turn away from the window to stare at him. He’s seated at the driver’s seat, and he seems to have no sort of physical attraction to me; that’s my hunch. And he can’t be bringin
Elena I shouldn’t, I’ve been contemplating going up to meet him for the past thirty minutes…or more, and I can’t hold myself back. I plan to take the stairs, heading to Mikhail, when it hits me that they didn’t head upstairs. Mikhail had turned into the other hallway, a part of the house I’ve only seen once. That one time, I was searching around the house. Which is funny, because the rooms are upstairs, but he's-“Ma’am, I don’t think you should confront the Alpha” Daniela mutters across the counter. I’ve been in the kitchen since Mikhail and his omega walked out on me. Watching Daniela working around the kitchen is better than staying idle in my room. I’m still worried about Esther, more than I am about being chased away by tomorrow. “Who said I am going to confront him?” I gulp down the remaining glass of water and set it back down on the counter, feeling a little uncomfortable with whatever conversation is about to begin. There’s a good minute of silence before Daniela responds