All Chapters of HIS BALLERINA HUMAN MATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

|ANDREY VOLKOV’S POV|Leaving Elena in my bed was a better start to my day than I expected. It was quickly becoming an addiction to have her at my side through the night. Even that first time we slept side by side, it had been incredibly easy to let myself relax in her presence, an unusual calm I didn’t often allow myself.And fucking her first thing in the morning was better than a cup of coffee to start the day. There was an undeniable pep in my step and a ridiculous smile on my face as I watched the pack work on the new grounds for the territory. Even the low hum of activity and the rustle of the trees seemed sharper today, almost electric. Something instinctual, a wolfish awareness, kept me attuned to every movement around me.I had the taste of Elena on my lips and more energy than I knew what to do with. What I wanted more than anything was to get to my ballerina again and…Gods, I ran my hand through my hair and huffed to myself. After fixing my sunglasses, I rolled my eyes and

ELENA'S POV"Elena!" I whipped my head up to Luke staring at me as though I had lost my head. "Come on, we have a show tonight! You have got to pay attention.""Sorry," I sighed out. Then I straightened my shoulders and pulled a mask down over my features.Luke snapped his fingers and gestured between me and Ricky. "Run the ending again!" This time, Elena, get your head out of your ass!"Ricky and I locked eyes and he gave me an apologetic smile. I didn't miss the dark circles under his eyes. The closer we got to the end, the exhaustion reflected in the face of every dancer here.Our bodies were pushed to the limit every single day and the lengths we went to stay in shape for the shows were downright brutal. I would never speak of it out loud, but I knew the dancers with the contracts would have it harder. Our time was split between our passion and the needs of others.When I looked at the other dancers surrounding me in the studio, I would never know who it was suffering in silence. W

ELENA’S POV"Andrey! Ah!" I braced my hands on his toned chest, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against my palm and lifted on him. My fingers curled in his shirt when I dropped again, and he hit me even deeper. "Oh, God!"I rode Andrey to the rhythm I wanted, and he let me. Rolling my hips and ensuring that his dick hit every sensitive part of me, driving me higher and higher to the burning passion he made me feel. Beneath me, his low growl rumbled from deep in his chest a sound that felt too wild, too primal to belong to a man. It vibrated against my skin and sent a delicious shiver through me. I was so carried away to think about it.Andrey’s hands pawed at my body as I rode him. Cupping my breasts and gently teasing my nipples. His palms skimmed over my hips and thighs, and I felt electricity spark on every inch of my skin he touched. His heat was different, like his body burned a few degrees hotter than any normal man’s, and the scent of him, smoke, and something unplaceable

ANDREY’S POVI left her stunned on my bed and couldn't stop myself from chuckling down the stairs. The look on her face having a second orgasm stolen from her and then being told I was going to ruin her tonight was profoundly perfect. A great way to start my day.The wolf beneath my skin stirred in satisfaction, it liked the power, the scent of her still clinging to me, sweet and human and maddening.The corridors of the packhouse were quiet, warriors moving about with respectful nods as I descended toward the council chamber. Even the low-ranking wolves lowered their gaze, sensing the Alpha’s mood thrumming through the bond.To be fair, if I didn't have this wretched meeting with the elders of my pack, I would have stayed in bed and buried my face between her legs and helped her to find the second climax. But the anticipation today would make it so much better and finally I got my hands on her again. Elena was dancing through my mind when I got to the office.My pack warriors looked

"Now let's get you dressed up in the dressing room," Margaret ushered me to the back of the store, where they had massive dressing rooms set up. There was even a separate section for women trying on wedding dresses. "Call me if you need any help dear,"As I looked at the wall of blue dresses lined up before me, I began to feel overwhelmed. The price tag on each dress had too many zeroes, and I had no idea which one Andrey Volkov would like. After all, I was picking up a dress for him , as the prize on his arm for a night. I wanted to look good for him while I was at his side.He paid good money to have me, and I didn't want to disappoint him.However, an hour passed and I still hadn't decided. The minutes ticked by, and I worried about leaving Antonio in the street waiting for me. But none of the dresses felt right, or I was unsure of the shade of blue. Margaret kept bringing options, and I was amazed that she hadn't run out yet.She was too eager to please me, and each time I walked