Todos los capítulos de HIS BALLERINA HUMAN MATE: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

While alone with my silent grandpa, I slowly thought about it all.I knew it that I was going to be soon heartbroken, but funnily enough, I was worried how Mira would feel when the contract ends, and Andrey Volkov and I walk in separate ways. I was truly loving her, and I genuinely enjoyed those days she came to visit me. It was nice to feel like I was part of the family of Andrey, but it also hurt to think of them like that.They were not my family and I would never see them again after the next six weeks. Looking at my grandpa's face, I reminded myself that this was only my family and I would do what is needed to be done for him.After my morning visit with papa, I went to see the doctor about my ankle. Originally, they thought it was worse than it was before. There was something to be said about my balance if I could save myself from a worse fate while falling down a flight of marble stairs. Had it hurt?! Yes, it did terribly, but I was alive and insanely lucky to be recovering

ANDREY’S POV"Should I come in?", I heard Mira's voice outside my office. "Yes", I retorted.“Let’s talk about you showing up at my home uninvited.” I went straight to the point, the moment she entered inside. Her mouth twitched not fear, but defiance. “Your home?” she echoed. “You mean the house where you keep your human?”My wolf growled, low and deep. “Watch your mouth.”“I’m too old to be cowed by your temper, Alpha,” she said. "You just like your father", She added.“You crossed a line. I told you to stay out of my personal life. Visiting Elena was not your right, not your duty.” “No,” she said quietly, “I understand too well. You’re trying to be both man and beast, and it’s tearing you apart. The elders are restless, Andrey. They’re already questioning your leadership. They won’t tolerate a human Luna. Not when there are alliances waiting to be made.”“I didn’t ask for their tolerance.”“That’s the problem,” she hissed back. “You’ve forgotten what it means to lead, to represen

Elena’s eyes locked with mine but she didn’t fight me as my hands went to the hem of her dress. The fabric was slightly bunched in the middle of her thighs from how she was sitting on the couch and it made it easier for me to curl my fingers in the bottom. She stopped breathing as I lifted the dress without a word and dropped it on the floor.“Nothing happened,” she repeated herself, already completely out of breath. I watched her swallow, admiring her long, graceful neck. And I believed what she was telling me. I really did, but my emotions were still storm rolling around me and I found myself unable to stop our current collision anymore. The air around me felt heavy ,charged as though something deep inside me had started to awaken, pressing against the cage of control I kept around it.“Regardless, I’m going to fuck you so hard. You will be thinking about me the next time another man is inside of you.” Even as I said it, my rage grew again. The thought of there ever being another m

Elena's body tensed up and her pussy clenched. I rubbed her clit faster and pushed my dick even deeper inside of her. It only took seconds for her to begin quickly trembling in my lap. The feeling of her pussy gripping me as she came pushed me closer to the edge, and the low, predator-like pulse inside me thrummed like a drum, a part of me that existed beneath the human skin, just barely restrained."Volkov," she cried my name as she climaxed, and it was better than any song the angels could sing. I was responsible for her pleasure, and I wanted it all to myself. The animal inside me purred at the sound of her surrender, a deep, possessive satisfaction curling in my chest.Making Elena orgasm was euphoric for me. I went spiraling into my release as it hit me like a brick wall. My hand on her neck tightened, and my hand on her pussy curled so I could wrap my arm around her ribs, holding her close like prey I’d claimed, yet tenderly.Crushing her harder against my chest and falling deep

"Ricky's boyfriend, Devin was a dancer too, but he retired early to become a model. I'm friends with both of them but I'm closer to Ricky," I started to explain but I made sure that I didn't say anything about my papa."That's good to know," Andrey Volkov leaned over the table and crossed his arms. The movement was quiet but powerful. "You never talk about your friends," he added."Neither do you," I tossed back before I could stop myself.He stared at me, dumbfounded that it would turn around on him. For a heartbeat, something unreadable flickered in his eyes, too alert, like a predator assessing a sound in the distance. We both seemed to realize it would cross the line to divulge more about ourselves. It was natural to let information slip through when you lived with someone or made idle conversation. But now, we were going to actively take that next step in getting to know one another on a deeper level."I don't have friends these days," Volkov admitted, being the first to cross ov