Dimitri Sly Cooper 2 Novels & Stories

The coil was tight and burning, and I couldn’t hold off. I cried out as his lightning-fast hips pushed me into a leg-shaking orgasm. Bliss blanketed me with my release, and I sucked in several deep breaths as Dimitri kept up his pace. As his thigh quivered and his hips rocked into me a few more times, Dimitri grunted and pulled out. He released onto my stomach while I caught my breath, going through his own intense high. We were wet and clammy as Dimitri came back down, not bothering to move yet.

“It’s like you’re turning me inside out.” Dimitri let out a harsh, wordless sound and tugged them out of me. “I’ll have to give you something bigger, then.” He wrapped his slick hand around his cock and stroked it, spreading lube from the base to the already-gleaming head. “So you have something to really complain about.”

Dimitri ate like a starving man, his tongue working me in long firm strokes, his scarred hands holding my thighs open while Cole rolled my nipples between his fingers and murmured filth into my ear. The dual assault wound me tight so fast I could barely breathe. "That's it," Cole coaxed, his erection hard against the small of my back. "Look at you taking it. He's good with that mouth, isn't he. I taught him a thing or two, but he's a natural. You should see what he can do when he really sets his mind to it. We've got all night for you to find out." Dimitri growled against me at that and sealed his lips around my clit, sucking, and my hips bucked up into his face.

"Dimitri." He does it again, this time rolling his tongue on my clit. My back arch as pleasure washes over me. "Just like that." His voice rumbles against my clit. "What do you say? Want to go back to making the cookies?" "The cookies can wait." I slur as the world narrows to the delicious heat licking my center. "That is what I thought." He mumbles before he delves his tongue into my sensitive hole. Sensation jolts through me as my hand tightens on Dimitri's head, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure. I moan and thrash as Dimitri fucks my pussy with his tongue while his thumb plays with my clit.

Dimitri groaned, fought his own release, kept moving through it. "Again," he commanded. "Come for me again." "Can't....too much...." "You can." He reached between them, found her clit, circled with devastating precision. "One more and then I'll fill you." Her second orgasm was deeper. Longer. Left her sobbing his name. And finally....finally...Dimitri let himself go. Came with a roar, spilling inside her, marking her, claiming her. They collapsed together, both gasping, both trembling.

Salve on one side, Dimitri on the other, their bond stretching over me like chains. “You…” My voice cracked. I swallowed, tried again. “You’re—” “Lovers?” Dimitri supplied cheerfully. He shifted, stretching like a cat, but didn’t move off Salve’s lap. If anything, he leaned in closer, tilting his head so that Salve’s hand slid deeper into his hair. “Partners. Brothers-in-arms. Enemies. Depends on the day.” His grin widened. “But yes, kotyonok. Lovers, too.”

I reminded, "I submitted to you physically because I wanted you. I still do just sitting here next to you." She blinked, methodically rubbing her lips together. I need her to take the bait. "Dimitri sells yachts.We have many investors, stocks, and a partner who must remain happy. It's our job to keep them happy. The numbers are always up, but the sharks need a little reassurance now and again," she answered. "Is there anything you need help with?" I lowered my voice while taking a sensual sip of champagne from her glass. "Our partner-" "Roy?" I answered while leaning into her.

The second Dimitri let me free, I drove to the man without whom I couldn't accomplish the impossible. "I'm happy to see you out as well, but I'm sure you don't want me murdered right now," he said, and I pulled apart, looking at him. "Huh?" "Because someone's giving me the lasers." I followed his gaze behind me, and sure enough, Dimitri was glaring at him like an angry hawk. "No worries, man. She's all yours," Sylvester spoke again, pushing me back into Dimitri and patting his head, making me burst out laughing.

Her voice is taunting, a challenge. Demitri lets out a low chuckle. “No. This is the part where I confirm a few things.” He circles her slowly, assessing, while I pick up a sleek black vibrator from the table. Switching it on, I drag it teasingly down the length of her spine, watching as she arches, a shiver running through her. “Let’s be clear. You want us both,” Demitri states, his voice a low rumble. “Both of us, to fuck you, working together. Just fuck you, right?”

The kind of look children gave when someone handed them their favorite toy. Ugh. I smelt something around this man. “Oh.” Peering the pairs in front of me, I said, “Who could my partner be?” “You can have me. I did not like my original partner.” He turned sideways and extended his hand. “I’m Dimitri.” He would move the moment he found out I was an omega and slave of the pack. “Autumn,” I answered and accepted his hand, then let go and focused on the coordinator’s additional instruction.