He hadn’t meant to make love to her just now, but as soon as his body was flush against the back of hers, when he had touched her, he had forgotten who he was supposed to be and where they were.
He had been fantasizing about this woman for months, and she felt so good. So soft and warm. Her response had been so immediate, her nipples engorged, the juices gushing between his fingers, it had taken him several minutes to realize what he was doing. To remember they were being watched.
He didn’t want any of those fuckers so much as looking at Lena, much less seeing her reaction as he made love to her.
“Open your legs,” he instructed harshly.
“Please don’t do this.” Lena had no trouble begging if she could believe it wasn’t really Dmitri Volkov she was making that plea to. If she could believe that.
She had to believe. If she didn’t, she really would go insane.
His teeth gleamed white as he gave a wolfish grin. “Your struggles are only making me harder, kotehok.”
“What does kotehok mean?”
“Kitten.”
“And you’re the Big Bad Wolf come to eat me!” she scoffed, her eyes widening as she realized what she’d said.
Caleb felt his cock give an enthusiastic throb just thinking about eating Lena. The aroma of her arousal from her pussy and on his fingers where they had thrust inside her a few minutes ago now teased and tantalized him. The taste of her was an even bigger torment, her flavor bursting on his tongue. Delicious. Addictive.
“Oh, I definitely intend to eat you.” He gave her another predatory smile before disappearing beneath the duvet and sliding down her body, pausing when he reached breasts tipped by swollen nipples. He had touched her here earlier, tugged and tweaked her nipples until she cried out in her arousal. But he hadn’t tasted them yet…
Lena groaned softly as a disembodied mouth closed over one of her nipples, the rasp of a hot, moist tongue laving and then biting into that sensitive flesh.
Pleasure coursed through her as a hand captured the other nipple, finger and thumb pulling and rolling that aroused berry in the same rhythm as he suckled.
She forgot everything but that suckling mouth and pleasure-giving fingers as her arousal deepened, lighting a fire in her core. Her nether lips felt swollen and wet, her clit an aching throb above. She moved her hips restlessly against the muscular abdomen pressing her against the bed. Wanting more. Wanting the climax still hovering just out of her reach.
She wanted this. Needed this. Needed to feel again. To live again.
She gave a groan of protest as that mouth and hand were suddenly removed, and then as quickly sighed her satisfaction as he slid farther down the bed.
Caleb breathed in the heady arousal of Lena’s wet and tempting nether lips once he was far enough down for the width of his shoulders to keep Lena’s legs apart.
Fuck.
He knew what he’d told her, that this wasn’t real, just a show they were putting on for the men watching them.
His throbbing cock didn’t agree, and his senses were saturated with that heady aroma gushing between her thighs. So much so, his hands tightened on her hips as he fought against his need to lower his head and taste that cream. Knowing it would be a step too far in the act they were performing for their audience.
Except none of this was an act for Caleb.
Being with Lena this evening, touching her in the shower, having his fingers inside her and then tasting that sweet nectar, had only deepened his desire for her.
A desire Lena must also be feeling if she was still so wet from having Caleb touch and caress her.
Maybe he could have just a little taste?
Just a little one…
Chapter 7
Lena gave a groan, and her hips tilted upward to accommodate the moist rasp of Caleb’s tongue as he slowly licked her from the plumpness of her wet nether lips up to where her clit pulsed beneath its protective hood. She felt herself growing wetter and her clit swelling as that wicked tongue first circled and then flicked against that roused nubbin.
No man had ever… She hadn’t… Oral sex wasn’t something…
It was sensory overload to have Caleb’s mouth and hands touching and caressing her after weeks, months, of being deprived of so much as a kind word, let alone touch.
She forgot everything else as Caleb’s fingers parted her labia and his tongue pierced the entrance of her channel before he began to lap greedily at the flow of her juices. She gave a groan, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow as his thumb now pressed and stroked her clit, sending ecstasy soaring through her body. Higher and higher, until she was only aware of Caleb’s lips, tongue, and hands pleasuring her into insanity.
“No…!” she groaned in protest as Caleb suddenly stilled beneath the bedclothes, his lips and tongue no longer stroking her, hands and fingers no longer caressing her.
Caleb had only meant to take a taste. Just a single taste. And instead he had feasted on Lena as if he were a man dying of thirst in a desert. She tasted so sweet. Like honey. But of spicy musk too. It was an addictive combination that he wanted to gorge himself on.
But it’s wrong. So wrong. It’s taking advantage of a woman who has already suffered so much—
“Don’t stop, damn you!” She lifted the duvet to glare down at him. “I was so close. So close.” She groaned her frustration.
Lena wanted him to continue? Wanted his mouth on her? His hands? His fingers inside her?
“Are you sure?” He spoke softly in the hope that Dukakis wouldn’t hear him.
Lena’s eyes glowed pale in the moonlight. “You said I would enjoy this, Dmitri. I’m still waiting for that to happen!”
Her words were for their audience, he realized that, but the challenging glitter in her eyes spoke straight to Caleb. She wanted this. Wanted him.
He didn’t need asking twice and groaned softly as his mouth closed over the swollen bud of her clit. He suckled deeply as she cried out. Three of his fingers entered her moist channel, his tongue continuing to lash against that sensitive bit of flesh. The sweet and spicy taste of her flooded his mouth, his senses, her clit throbbing against his tongue as she bucked her pussy into his mouth.
“Yes. God, yes. Yes…” Lena screamed as her body exploded in climax.
Caleb continued to suck and lave her pulsing clit, thrusting into her deeply as his fingers milked every ounce of her pleasure from her quaking and shaking body.
He almost felt high as he lapped up the fresh flow of juices from between the sensitive lips of her labia. More potent than any drug. More delicious than anything else he had ever tasted.
Finally, he crawled back up her body until his face was level with hers, his engorged cock resting between her thighs as he leaned on his elbows to look down at her.
Lena gazed up at him with passion-drowsed eyes. “Not bad, Volkov,” she taunted. “Anything else you want to show me?”
“You are playing with fire, kotehok,” he warned gruffly.
“Stop talking about it and burn me.” Lena reached up to entangle her fingers in his long, silky hair as she pulled him down into a hungry kiss.
He tasted of her, Lena realized as their tongues became entangled: bittersweet but mainly sweet. His body was shaking as much as hers as he deepened the kiss, eating her mouth hungrily as his cock throbbed a demand between her thighs.
Lena parted her thighs even farther, arching up, groaning as she felt his cockhead breech her channel. Her legs encircled his waist as she thrust up and took the whole length of his silken cock inside her.
“Chyort!” Thankfully, Caleb remembered to swear in Russian, gritting his teeth and trying to hold on to his control as the heat of Lena’s still-contracting channel gripped and sheathed his cock in the aftermath of her climax.
“So good,” she groaned, hips undulating up and then down to take the full length of his cock deep inside her, before pulling back and repeating the movement. “So, so good.”
It wa
s better than good. It was fucking amazing to feel Lena’s sheath stretching as his cock filled her completely. The most amazing sex of Caleb’s life.
And there were sick fuckers in a room somewhere watching the two of them. Probably had their dicks out right now, getting off on it.
Lena could feel the anger churning through Caleb as his head rose. She reached out to take his stubbled chin in her hand and bring his gaze back to her before he could turn and look at any of the cameras focused on them. “Is that all you’ve got?” Her eyes and smile teased him.
Lena was just as aware they were being watched. Yes, it wasn’t the ideal situation for the two of them to make love. But they were mainly under the covers, and what they were saying to each other with their eyes belonged to no one else but the two of them.
Caleb’s eyes said he wanted her.
Lena hoped her eyes said the same.
Because she did want Caleb. She wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anything or anyone. Not just because he had come for her, but because she liked the man she had discovered he was under the Dmitri façade. Tough and strong, yes, with an air of danger. But there was vulnerability too, and the memory of his experience in Afghanistan haunted the pale green of his eyes.
She held that gaze as her fingers grasped his hair, her legs still about his waist as she deliberately arched up again and took all of his cock inside her before slowly pulling back again. She gasped, feeling the fullness of his cock rub against the sensitive knot of nerves inside her. He pulled out before she plunged up again, taking him so deep inside this time, his cock hit the entrance to her womb.
Caleb groaned, unable to fight anymore, to deny what Lena was asking him for. He claimed her lips with his as his hands moved to cup the cheeks of her bottom and he moved up onto his knees, taking her with him. He kept her impaled, and her legs wrapped about his waist, his mouth feasting on hers as he began to lift her up and down the length of his cock. Slowly. Then faster. And then faster still. Until both of them broke the kiss to gasp for air, Caleb groaning when Lena lowered her head and bit down on his nipple as the pleasure built and built.
He could feel the tightening of his balls and the tingle at the base of his spine as a warning he was on the edge of releasing. “Come for me now, Lena!” he pressed urgently.
“God, yes!” She cried out as she came a second time, fingers digging into his scalp as she rode out the full pleasure of that climax on the length of his cock.
The contracting of her pussy walls sent Caleb hurtling over the edge too, and he pumped his release deep inside her for long excruciatingly pleasurable minutes, until he felt completely drained, his balls empty.
He was still gasping for breath as he rested his forehead against hers. “Was that satisfactory, kotehok?”
She shrugged. “It will do. For now.”
Caleb chuckled softly. “We will sleep now, and you may wake me in the night if you want me again.”
“Oh, I may?”
“Yes.” He bared his teeth in one of those predatory smiles.
Lena could see that the warmth of Caleb’s eyes was saying something else completely. Otherwise, she might have felt inclined to bite his shoulder this time. Hard. Maybe until she drew blood.
“Bastard,” she murmured without her earlier vehemence as she lifted carefully off his deflating cock before sliding out of bed. She picked up the towel and wrapped it about herself before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.
Caleb saw the light come on under the closed door and heard the water running as he collapsed onto the pillows. He had never felt so drained, physically and emotionally.
He really hadn’t expected this, had thought the two of them would put on a pretense for Dukakis and his goons, and then fall asleep. Luckily, he knew Lena had been the one to take the initiative, to take their lovemaking to the next level. Otherwise, he might be feeling like shit right now.
Instead, Caleb found himself smiling—fuck you, Dukakis!—at the memory of how good it had felt to be surrounded by Lena’s wet, demanding heat. If anything, he wanted her even more now that he knew how good it felt to be inside her, and to watch her fall apart in his arms.
He shifted over when Lena switched off the light in the bathroom before returning to the bedroom. She removed her towel under the privacy of the duvet, throwing it out of the bed before turning to rest her head on Caleb’s shoulder. He sighed his pleasure as his arms encircled her and drew her close against him, her slender arm lying across his taut waist.
Caleb lay awake in the darkness for a long time after the heavy evenness of Lena’s breathing told him she had fallen asleep. He knew that she was sleeping soundly perhaps for the first time in three months.
She had put her trust in Caleb to keep her safe and get her out of here.
He wasn’t going to let her down.
It was almost daybreak when Lena came suddenly awake. For several seconds, she was totally disoriented at finding herself lying in a soft and comfortable bed after weeks of sleeping on a thin mattress on the floor. She had no idea where she was or what she was doing here.
“Get the fuck away from me!”
She turned to look at the man beside her as he thrashed around in the bed. The man who claimed to be Caleb Knight and not Dmitri Volkov. The same man who had made love to her so completely the night before.
She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder. “Dmitri—”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he muttered, his eyes open wide, but they were focused across the shadowed room rather than on her, his whole body shaking and rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I’ll fucking kill you all when I get out of here. All of you. Do you hear me?”
Lena thanked God he was muttering rather than shouting otherwise the whole household would hear him. His voice was also pure Caleb right now, with not a trace of Dmitri’s accented English.
From what he was saying and how he was behaving, Lena was pretty sure his nightmare was connected to his time in Afghanistan, when he had been taken prisoner and received those cuts over his chest and back.
Was what was happening to him now PTSD?
Lena had had no idea what that even was until a few years ago, but so many soldiers were returning from fighting with emotional problems nowadays, it now had its own label. No doubt soldiers from the two previous world wars had suffered from it too; it just hadn’t been diagnosed as such at the time.
Caleb had every reason to be suffering after what he’d had to endure.
“Dmitri, wake up.” Lena moved so that she lay on top of his thrashing body, her hands cupping his cheeks as she kissed him softly on the lips. “Dmitri!” she repeated as he began to thrash beneath her, fists flying. “I said wake up, damn you!” Her hands tightened about his cheeks.
Caleb felt as if he was pushing through a layer of sticky molasses. Was he dead? Had he finally died from those dozens of knife cuts biting into his flesh? Because it sure sounded as if an angel was calling him to wake up.
Except it wasn’t him she was calling, but someone called Dmitri. She was his angel, damn it. This guy Dmitri had no right to touch a single auburn hair on her head—
Caleb finally pushed through the molasses enough to stare up into the pale and concerned face visible above him.
The woman was lying on top of him, her soft body aligned with the hardness of his, her hands against his cheeks as she stared down at him intently.
Realization hit with the force of a sledgehammer. Fuck, he’d had a flashback attack. Right here. Right now.
He blinked, trying to remember where he was. Who he was. Who she was. “Lena?” It was slowly coming back to him. Lena. Dukakis’s Mediterranean island. Dmitri Volkov.
Nikolai’s warning had come true, damn it. Had he said anything that might have blown his cover as Dmitri? Something that could get Lena and him killed?
She gave a shaky smile. “You said I could wake you if I wanted more sex,” she reminded him.
He ran his
tongue over his dry lips. “Did I hurt you?” He’d been known to hit out physically when he was caught up in one of his nightmares. Once, memorably, he’d given Gabriel an impressive black eye when his brother attempted to wake him.
“No,” she dismissed.
Caleb looked up at her searchingly. Her face was a little pale, but it was concern he could read in her eyes and not fear. So maybe this attack hadn’t been as fierce as some he’d had in the past? Maybe—
Oh, give it up, Caleb, your dirty secret is out. You’ve revealed how screwed up you are in front of the last woman you ever wanted to see you as being weak or needy.
So much for being the White Knight rushing to the rescue of his lady. He hadn’t even been on the island for twenty-four hours and he’d already demonstrated to Lena exactly how emotionally unstable he was.
“Make love to me.”
Oh great, now she was offering him a pity fuck!
Could this situation get any worse?
Could he feel any worse than he did right now?
“I am not in the mood,” he answered her in Dmitri’s cold and guttural voice. “Go back to sleep.”
“You feel in the mood…” Lena rubbed her mound against his traitorously swelling cock.
“I said I am not in the mood.” Caleb lifted her off him and onto the bed beside him before turning his back on her and giving every impression of falling asleep.
He wasn’t, of course, and knew that he wouldn’t sleep again tonight. He felt a complete heel when, seconds later, he heard Lena sobbing quietly behind him. His hands clenched as he fought the instinct to turn and take her in his arms.
He should have heeded Nikolai’s warning when the other man expressed concern about Caleb’s state of mind.
He would just have to hope that neither Dukakis nor any of his men had been able to make sense of anything he might have shouted out in his nightmares.
Lena must now think he was more a liability than her rescuer.
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