Russian Mountain Man: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 156)

by Flora Ferrari

I feel sensations returning to my body as the warmth from his cabin thaws me out. But watching him drag the packs of gear in, securing the front entrance… I feel cold again sooner than I expect, as I start to take my own clothes off, tugging at them like they’re a disease and Nikki’s the cure.

  He looks shocked when he turns around, then shakes his head, laughing to himself.

  “Now?” he asks me, and I can hear a strange sound coming from me, a deep purring sound that he seems to respond to with more than words.

  In seconds his naked body is pressed against mine. He helps me out of the last of my clothes and the sensation of his touch, finally on me again, makes me call out his name. I feel the swelling inside me all over again, wanting to come on his face, wanting to come on his thick fat cock as he slams into me from behind.

  His low sounds are mixed with my almost desperate whimpers, tiny pleas for what I know only he can give me.

  I frantically work his cock with both my hands. Sinking to my knees I greedily take as much of him into my mouth as I can. His hands find their way behind me, spreading my cheeks and inserting themselves into my wetness. One, then two at a time, making me moan like a beast. I hum my arousal onto his cock, feeling the vibrations all the way through him. Yearning for the same sensation inside myself as his fingers begin to move in a rhythm that I start to buck and grind against.

  It’s almost too much. I want all of him while he has all of me. We’re in a race now to please each other, I want him to come and he wants me to as well. We can’t speak now, only make sounds. All the wild, grunting and heaving animal sounds of the forest coming out of us. The wind screaming both our names as the blizzard thrashes hard against his cabin, his body crashing hard against mine.

  We fall onto his bed, the bear skins tickling my skin. Nikki’s slick fingers seek out my wetness again as I present my steaming pussy over his face. I gasp again at the size, and splendor of his huge cock, thick in both my hands with plenty of it to spare as I try hard to fit most of the tip into my mouth as his mouth meets my wetness, sixty nine style.

  I can’t control myself any longer, and I’m thrusting all of my hot wetness back up against his face. His strong hands knead my ass, spreading me wide open so his tongue can go deeper inside me. All the while his stubbled chin and face flick at my swollen clit until I feel I can’t hold it anymore. I arch my back, tossing my head back and my groans are like those of a wild animal. I feel the exquisite sensation of coming on his face as his dick threatens to explode in my hand, twitching now with its deep purple, plum sized head, so hard I can’t wait to sit on it next.

  There’s no time, no time for talk. I know Nikki wants to ask if I’m okay, if this is what I want, but the steely look of determination in my eyes as I move myself around, straddling over his engorged member is enough to let him know I’m ready.

  I massage the outside of my still twitching lips with his smooth roundness. Gasping at how hard he is, aching inside, feeling the prickly itch that I know only his rod inside me can soothe.

  I ease down onto him. An inch at a time, and stop counting internally when I get to eight, letting my weight fall onto him, as he goes deep inside me. I scream out loud, but it’s a scream of pleasure, screaming his name soon afterwards as I feel my second climax come swiftly.

  The sight of me shuddering on top of him seems to please Nikki like nothing else. For someone who’s never done this before, his virgin fucking level is expert.

  Must be all that mountain air and clean living. If this isn’t the best feeling in the whole world, which can go to hell by the way, I’m riding this guy like the lightning for the rest of my days, starting right now.

  He holds my hands and I use his strength to balance myself, getting him up inside just where I know he’ll make me come again in seconds, and he does. I feel guilty almost, that’s three to nil and he must have enough come backed up inside him to flood a small country.

  He works me this way and that, on my back and again with me on his front, but when I sense it’s his time nearing, I let him pull out just long enough for me to gift myself to him properly.

  Mountain style.

  I get off the bed, and eagerly get down on all fours. I turn my head back to face him, flicking my hair over one shoulder. Using one of my hands, I part my cheek enough to show him where I want him, where I need him.

  His growl is savage, and it draws a thick line of moisture from my body just from the sound alone. The thought of him entering me like this, it’s too much and I start to shudder all over, my fourth and biggest climax already coming. Nikki, sensing how close I am grips me firmly, pulling me from behind, and slides his whole cock deep inside me.

  His broad hands spread my asscheeks, his fingers ploughing my soft flesh in time with his thickness slipping in and out of me, in tune with both our grunts and groans.

  I swear aloud, then scream his name again as he spanks my ass full force, giving me a dose of sharpness to go with his blunt tool working me from the inside.

  His pace quickens and he huffs out my name. Saying soothing nothings in Russian before I feel him grow inside me to what feels like twice his size.

  We both gasp, then start to jerk and shake at the same time. I can feel his cock twitching, his seed filling me as it pumps into me in time with my moans. I clench down on him, drawing every ounce of it from him. He pulls me tighter towards him, finally hitting the sacred spot that releases the pent up desire, emotion and feeling I know I’ve held back my entire life as I gush onto his cock. A slickness forming between us that makes him growl again with supreme satisfaction, before he lets out a full wolf style howl. Which receives a near instant reply from somewhere, miles away and maybe in the eye of the same storm.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Nikolai

  I’m a man now, I know it. And Haylie, my woman. A man and woman, doing what nature made us for, feeling such power and loving each other. I understand the word now.

  I remember it from a long time ago, but I was a boy then. Now I’m a man, and know what it means fully.

  Like the storm inside me, the one outside has died down, long after I made her scream and call my name, making me scream all those things too. Howling like a wolf, claiming her like I should, telling the world she belongs to me now. We belong to each other.

  She sleeps now as I hold her close. Stroking her hair back so I can see her face, smiling at herself now, knowing she’s a woman. That she’s been made and she’ll never be alone, never need to feel bad ever again, only good feelings now from Nikolai.

  Nikolai!

  That’s what they used to call me… I remember the name and I say it to myself slowly, then louder, but not so loud I wake Haylie.

  Nikolai.

  A good name. A strong name.

  The wind still blows, but it all only makes me feel stronger now. My woman in my arms, in my bed too. In our cabin in the woods.

  Our new home…

  But my memory of my life before the woods. From when I was boy, that’s the dream I always have. Now I’ve mated, now I’m a man, I can remember things from before. Things that were dark are now lit up in my mind like I’m reliving them as though it happened today or yesterday.

  I remember people and things. Like the things Haylie has.

  The clothes and the food. Their words. I went to school, a big school. A rich school. Lots of foreign children and lots of work… things to remember… just like…

  Father.

  “Fa-ther,” I say it aloud, with the memory of the sounds showing me his face in my mind. It all falls into place, like rocks tumbling from a ledge.

  I remember everything in an instant. Who I am, the cabin.

  My Father.

  And the Yeti…

  No! That must be a dream…

  But I know what it was. I know it tried to bring me back. But it was too late.

  Like a storm, like an avalanche. I’ve seen it before. Same mountain, same cabin…a long time ago. I force myself to forget… too pai
nful to remember like almost losing Haylie, it hurts my chest when I remember.

  I want to let her sleep, but I need to tell her, I need to tell someone.

  I shake her shoulder gently and her dreamy eyes smile when they focus on me. She kisses me and I kiss her again, making me hard for her, making me want to be inside her all over again. Almost forgetting everything.

  “Do you want to stay here with me, or go back?” I ask her, and she suddenly looks sad, sitting up and putting her head in her hands. I rub her back, hugging her. I don’t mean to make her sad.

  “I have to go back…” she says. “The chopper, it will come looking for me now, with the storm and avalanche, I just know it. The Professor…”

  Again that word. It has new meaning and I feel numb inside, like something has been unplugged, like freezing water rushing over a dry wound. It feels like blue ice in my veins. The memory of another life…

  I know I want to stay here, in my world. The world I understand, but I won’t let Haylie leave without me. I will give up this life. I have to stay with her if I have to, maybe she can return with me, like I know she was thinking.

  Some time in her world, sometime in mine… if it’s the only way to keep her with me. I know I’ll have to do it, even though it makes me feel ill when I consider it.

  All those people, all their crap.

  “What is it?” Haylie asks, turning to hold me, touching my face with her hands.

  “I need you, always.” I tell her, being honest.

  “If you go from here, I have to go too, only to be with you…” she looks sad and her eyes begin to water again. She cries and I feel her sadness, but it’s nothing to how I’d feel if she left and I had to try and live without her here, like this. Next to me in my bed every night.

  I would die without her, I know.

  “I… I love you, Haylie…” I manage to tell her, wanting it to carry the feeling, the feeling I know that doesn’t have words.

  She kisses me again and I taste her tears, it makes me sad to see her sad, but then I feel her tears as tears of joy.

  “And I love you, Nikki,” she says.

  “Nikolai.” I tell her, trying to sound proud for remembering.

  “My name is Nikolai.”

  She looks pale for a second, then grips me hard. Like she’s remembered something too.

  “Will you come with me? Will you come back with me, Nik- Nikolai? Even just for a while?”

  “I would follow you off a cliff…” I tell her truthfully, although I’d prefer we stay in the cabin, but eh. I have to adapt, like any season, things change.

  She squeals, like a mouse and kisses me again. Her hands go from my face all over my shoulders and chest. Her warm soft touch makes me hard again in a second and before long, she lets me back inside her again, sending us to our special place. The place we both know we can be anywhere, together.

  “Say it again.” I command her, “say my name and say you love me…”

  “I… Love… You… Nik…o…lai…” she says, breathing out each sound as she bounces up and down on my hardness. Her hands pressed flat against my chest, moving this way until she shakes all over again, and I can feel myself spilling deep inside her. Our warmth making us both sleepy again, and I pull the skins up over us both, she sleeps with me inside her and her head on my chest.

  I want this every night, I tell her sleeping body.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Haylie

  The sound of the wind wakes us both up. It’s punctured by the whump-whump sound of a chopper. Not the ancient Soviet one that dropped me off, a bigger, more modern chopper.

  A rescue chopper.

  I sit up with a start. Feeling the stab of hesitation, the apprehension that Nikolai might not really want to go, that he might’ve only been saying what he said last night to make me feel better.

  “I will go.” He says firmly, “But promise me we can come back… to be home here, sometimes?”

  There’s such innocence, such a pleading edge to his request. I feel my heart break open at the thought of taking him away from his beloved forest, from his entire world. It’s a world I belong to now too, and one I know we’ll both return to over and over again every chance we get.

  “I will get ready,” he says. He sets his jaw with a determined face as he goes about putting together the few items and furs he’s not prepared to leave behind.

  He has more stuff than I thought, even a razor and some fine looking tools and blades.

  “Trades,” he says, noticing me noticing his things.

  “What? You think I’m some savage out here? Every man needs a shave and a good knife.”

  “And I have a flare gun somewhere.” I remember, putting only enough clothes on to be able to go outside. I fire it into the air, in a clearing I know will be big enough for any chopper to land.

  Nikolai frowns and nods his head in satisfied admiration.

  “What?” I challenge him, “You think I’m not going to bring a flare gun with me out here? Plus… Somebody stepped on my GPS…” but I can tell he doesn’t know what a GPS is, but the flare has done the job. We both turn to see the chopper hovering over the treetops, the mirrored visor of the pilot reflecting his thumb as he checks our status with the thumbs up. Universal signal for ‘Okay.’

  More okay than you’ll ever know, buddy.

  I kiss Nikolai again, and we hustle to get the rest of our gear together, with him hefting my heavy packs again. I bundle myself up in his furs as we go to the clearing, turning away until the helicopter has landed.

  Over the whine of the chopper’s blades as its engine winds down, before I even turn my head, I hear the familiar cry of an old man I know shouldn’t be out of bed, let alone out in this weather.

  Professor Lebedev.

  I turn in time to see his eyes lock on Nikolai. The recognition is instant. Nikolai is the professor's lost son from all those years ago, right here in these mountains. He blamed himself and searched for weeks afterwards, making himself deathly ill and nearly succumbing to hypothermia looking for his son. The search was called off after winter set in, and the professor, unable to forgive himself, convinced himself that his son had been snatched by a Yeti. He devoted the rest of his life to searching every year for his son, and researching the creature he believes took him.

  The professor is wearing three inches of arctic waterproofs, a bearskin hat and goggles. But there’s nothing to stop a Father who’s found his son after thirty years.

  “Nikki… my Nikki…” I can see his mouth moving with the words. The lines of his tears flowing from under his goggles, which he struggles to yank off his face, arms outstretched as he shuffles forward.

  Nikolai lets out a cry too, a sound of disbelief mixed with pure emotion. He runs to his father, scooping him up and holding him tight as he spins him around. Both kissing each other’s faces as if it’s his father who’s the boy now, Nikki being so big, so strong.

  A real man.

  They touch foreheads, holding each other for so long, speaking in English, then in Russian. Finally, at Nikki’s insistence, he brings his father into the cabin, to get out of the weather, and to show him how he’s lived the past thirty years.

  Once inside, it’s clear to the professor what’s also happened between Nikki and myself. They say love is blind, but not the Professor.

  “And what luck to find you still safe and well, Haylie. Once we heard of the storm front I organized for the rescue chopper. Dimitri, he’s alright on a clear day, but that storm. Thank god you’re alright, and thank you for bringing me back my son! This is the happiest day of my life…” he leans in close to ask me something.

  “Please. Tell me he rescued you, maybe bought you dinner before he… y’know, and not the other way around,” he says, and we both laugh.

  Nikolai laughs too, and clutches his dad by the shoulders.

  “I looked for you… I cried out for you…”

  And it’s too much. The professor crying again, broken
hearted that he never found Nikki sooner, but oh so happy that he’s alive and well… very well by the look and feel of him.

  “I looked son, I really did… please believe me! Haylie, tell him!”

  I nod big nods and mouth the words he did, making Nikolai blush. His eyes silver with tears he knows he won’t let himself cry in front of me.

  After a while, once we get too settled and father and son even start to exaggerate some survival stories of their own, the sound of the chopper starting up again is our signal it’s time to be going.

  Nikki won’t let me or his dad out of his sight. It's an awkward little trip back to the chopper, with him also taking time to secure his cabin and camouflaging it again, keeping it safe for the next visit.

  “If you stayed up here how come I never found you?” the professor asks Nikki over the ascending roar of the rotors as we all climb in again.

  “I went south,” Nikolai says, then stops himself from saying anything else.

  I hear the Professor in my own ear, “It makes no sense. Nobody could survive all the way out here in the winter… he was just a boy…”

  “Oh, I think he had some help, Professor, but don’t count on him telling us about it anytime soon,” I tell him, looking over at Nikolai, who’s got his face pressed against the glass.

  “And don’t ask him about Yeti’s, whatever you do…”

  I watch Nikki looking down, looking out over his homeland. Looking over the forest that took him, took him in and raised him. The forest that made him the man he is today.

  My man.

  My mountain man.

  EPILOGUE

  Nikolai

  I learned that my father spent as much time looking for me as he did searching for what he told himself snatched me, took me from him.

  They call it Yeti, but I have my own name for him.

  A name that for me, is more a feeling.

  I know if I tell my father what happened, he’ll tear up the mountains looking for my oldest friend. The one who saved me, kept me warm, kept me alive. He tried to take me back to the cabin, after the storm and winter had passed, but everybody had gone, so he left me there too. It was the beginning of my first season alone in the wild. It was the season I was born.