All Chapters of HIS BALLERINA HUMAN MATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELENA'S POV"Elena," he growled, and the sound made every nerve in my body jolt. It wasn’t just a man’s growl, it was deeper, primal, vibrating through his chest into mine when he moved his hands to grab my arms and yanked me upright. The breath knocked out of me when I crashed against his hard chest, so warm it felt like standing against a furnace. Before I could say anything, he lifted a hand and pulled my hair free of the loose bun I wrapped it in. The hair tie fell to the ground, and my eyes fluttered closed as Andrey Volkov’s fingers twisted into the back of my hair to yank my head to the side with unnerving strength, more beast than man.His mouth captured my neck and his teeth bit down on a sensitive spot above my shoulder. The sting was sharper than anything I’d felt before, sending a tremor through me, but before I could protest, his fiery tongue followed, soothing the pain as though sealing it. A moan escaped me, betraying me, and he groaned in response, a sound low and anima

ELENA'S POVAfter kicking the end chair away from the table, Volkov pushed me against the cold, dark wood. My chest pressed against the table, and I took several deep breaths with my eyes closed, listening as the heavy, low rumble of his pants dropped to the floor. Even in the quiet, there was a strange, almost feral rhythm to his breathing."I won't last long, Elena, but I promise you're gonna come again," His promise made me shiver. Then his fingers tore my thong over my ass and down my legs. "Jesus, look at how wet you are. Holy shit."Before I could even think of what words were anymore, Volkov was spreading my legs with his hands and burying his face into my pussy from behind. "Ah," With my hands still tied, I couldn't do more than squirm on the table as he ate me out.Dipping his tongue into my pussy and savoring the taste as he did, his large hands kept my ass spread as he kept his face buried in me. Every so often his tongue flicked out over my clit and then back into my core,

Her brows furrowed and looked between me and the shower. The corner of her lip pulled down a fraction, just for a second. Not a full frown, but I couldn’t stop staring at her mouth now."Are you sure?" I pressed, the weight of my presence lingering around her like a coiled spring."Volkov, I....," she shook her head and inhaled, "I'm fine. Tired. Just tired." She was lying.The tone of her voice had words lingering in the air, unspoken. She was holding back, and my instincts prickled, sensing it like a predator sensing hesitation in prey."Remember, Elena, I told you not to lie to me." My fingers tightened on the towel sitting low on my hips. They itched to punish her for not being honest with me."Ugh." She huffed and rolled her head dramatically with her eyes. "That was really nice, Andrey. I'm not used to being treated like this. Normally, when men use me, they leave as fast as they can afterwards.""I saw an opportunity and I took it, but I'm not using you, Elena." As badly as I wa

"If it's evening then, yes, I will go with you." She stretched a bit, and I urged her head back down. I wondered if she could hear how my heart pounded against my ribs at her proximity, the faint, instinctive thrill of having her pressed against me."Perfect. Get some sleep, Elena," my hand went back to running through her silken hair."Good night, Volkov." It didn't take much longer for her to fall asleep.Although it took much longer for me to fall asleep because at some point she lifted her arm, wiggling against me, and her hand fell against my erection over the blanket. Even through the comforter, the weight of her against me made me ache, and falling asleep without touching her was a true test of willpower, the wolf in me growling quietly at the restraint.In the morning, I woke before my alarm. The sun still hadn't crested over the horizon, and only a hint of streetlights seeped through the blackout curtains.I was used to waking early for work and pack issues, but today I was br

"The words are so lewd for an innocent person like you", He responded in his low voice. I didn't need to ask anymore. The hungry look in his eyes as the words left his lips meant that the words he said in Russian were about fucking me. When paired with his gravelly voice, I started to feel warm under his intense gaze.There was something primal in that hunger, something that felt deeper than lust alone. His pupils glowed faintly under the kitchen light, and the way he was watching me sent a strange shiver crawling along my skin."Very impressive." My giggle was breathy, and I had to look away. I hopped down from the stool and walked around the island as a distraction. "Let me help you clean up. It's only fair since you cooked.""You don't need to do that.""Nonsense," I argued. When he pressed into my side like he was about to pull me away from the dirty dishes in the sink, I elbowed him in the gut. Gently, but enough to push him back."Andrey, I'm going to help. If you want me stayin