Addicted

Kit didn't get to finish the complaint.

Maksim’s hand slid from his abdomen to his chin, hooking his fingers and forcing Kit’s face upward. Before Kit could spit out another curse, Maksim silenced him with a deep, bruising kiss.

It wasn't a gentle kiss; it tasted of salt, hunger, and the iron-scent of a Sokolov’s dominance.

Kit tried to fight it for a split second, but his body was a traitor. As Maksim’s tongue swept into his mouth, Kit let out a long, broken moan, his fingers clutching at Maksim’s thick forearms as he melted back into the Alpha’s heat.

Ten rounds. Kit was going to be the richest man in Moscow—if he survived the night.

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The room was a battlefield of silk, sweat, and the heavy, metallic scent of a Rut that refused to break. Kit was past the point of exhaustion; he was in a trance.

He had stopped counting at round twenty, somewhere between the third time Maksim had roared his name and the moment the sun had begun to threaten the Moscow skyline.

If Kit’s biology weren't "defective," his womb would have been screaming right now. As it was, he felt heavy—weighted down by the sheer amount of the Alpha’s cum left inside him.

His legs were completely numb, trembling uselessly against the mattress like broken wings.

Maksim was still over him, his movements relentless, his white hair damp and clinging to his forehead. He leaned down, his large, calloused hand gently brushing the sweat-soaked hair away from Kit's face.

"Wow, Persicheck..." Maksim rasped, his voice a ruined, deep vibration. "I never thought I’d say this, but I’m definitely addicted. This hole... it’s so fucking good. I don’t want any other. Fuck."

He looked down and saw Kit’s arm thrown over his eyes, his small frame shaking with quiet, hiccuping sobs. The fire in Maksim’s gut flickered, replaced by a strange, protective twinge. He slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming long, shallow grinds as he gently pulled Kit’s arm away from his face.

"Hey... why are you crying now?" Maksim murmured, his red eyes searching Kit’s blurry ones. "I’m not hurting you, right? A few hours ago, you were screaming for more. You were telling me to go harder. Isn’t that what I’m doing? Why the tears?"

Kit sniffled, a stray tear sliding into his ear. "You... you liar," he croaked, his voice barely a whisper. "You said ten rounds. You said ten and that's it. It's been more than twenty-five... I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my arms. I think I’m actually dying."

Maksim’s expression softened into something dangerously close to affection—or at least, the closest a Sokolov could get to it. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Kit’s swollen lips, tasting the salt and the peach.

"Okay. Okay," Maksim hushed him.

With a surge of strength that made Kit gasp, Maksim sat up, keeping their bodies fused together. He leaned back against the obsidian headboard, settling Kit firmly on his lap. Kit’s legs dangled over Maksim’s thick thighs, his sensitive entrance still completely buried by the Alpha's length.

"I'll be gentle this time. I promise," Maksim whispered, his hands sliding up to cup Kit’s face.

"Wrap your arms around my neck, Persicheck.”

Kit obeyed slowly, his muscles feeling like lead. He draped his arms over Maksim’s massive shoulders and buried his face in the crook of the Alpha’s neck, breathing in the scent of rain and dominance. He felt small—so impossibly small—against the mountain of muscle that was currently keeping him upright.

Before Maksim started to move again, he leaned into Kit’s ear, his voice dropping to a low, intimate growl.

"You can bite me, you know," Maksim hissed, his hand sliding down to grip Kit’s waist. "Bite my neck. Bite my shoulders. Just like you scratched my back."

He remembered the eleventh round, when Kit had been so overwhelmed he’d left long, red furrows down Maksim’s spine—a mark Maksim had never allowed another soul to leave on him..

"Go on," Maksim urged, his hips giving a slow, agonizingly deep upward tilt. "Kusay menya. (Bite me.) Come on Persicheck you can definitely bite me. I'll go slower this time"

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