Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 345

“I’m not asking you to hate me,” he murmured in my ear. His lips brushed my earlobe, tongue flicking out across the sensitive skin there, and I shivered at the sensation. “I’m asking you to want me. You’ve been insatiable lately. Channel it into the knife.”

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes again. This time, I didn’t focus on any particular image–this time, I focused instead on the feeling of Andrei behind me, around me. His hands grazing my skin, leaving fires in their wake. His lips pressing against the side of my neck, sucking briefly to draw a little pocket of skin into his mouth in a way that made me gasp with pleasure. His groin pressing against me from behind, already half–hard and ready for me.

I felt the knife begin to buzz again, this time in tune with my racing pulse. My thighs pressed together with want as Andrei, still holding my knife hand aloft, trailed his other hand over my waist and across my hips.

His fingers found their mark almost immediately and began tracing slow circles around the mound of flesh there. I ground my hips against his palm, aching already to feel him filling me, to feel him pulsing inside of me—

A low groan of pleasure escaped my throat when he dipped his fingers into the waistband of my training leathers, dragging his middle finger across my opening, already slick and hot with need.

I arched my back, rested the crown of my head on his chest, biting my lip as he swirled his fingertips around my

most sensitive bud…

But just as the knife began to warm and the rubies began to glow once more, the power faded. It went out of control, slipping away from the knife and back into my body.

I shivered and reluctantly pulled away, trying not to blush as Andrei slipped his fingers into his mouth and

tasted me.

“It’s too distracting,” I breathed, chest heaving with the effort of keeping my desire at bay. “I can’t channel the emotions properly if I’m too turned on to even think straight.”

“Fair enough. We’ll save that part for tonight, then.” Andrei wiped his hand on his trousers and thought for a moment. “Let’s try some other approaches.”

With that, we tried eliciting a multitude of other emotions–humor, sadness, frustration, even fear. Andrei tried to make me laugh, cry, cower. He helped me delve into the deepest memories hidden in my mind in the hopes of eliciting some kind of emotion strong enough to channel into the knife and make it do…

Something.

But each time the knife began to pulse with that otherworldly light and turn warm in my palm, nothing more would ever happen. It seemed as if I’d hit a block; I could only get so far with the resources we currently had.

“I feel like the only way to test it properly is to truly use it in battle,” I sighed, exhausted. We’d been at it for over an hour already, and the sun was even beginning to dip below the horizon. “Which, for obvious reasons, I can’t exactly do…” I ran my hand over my still–flat belly for emphasis.

Andrei drew his brows together for a long moment, thinking.

Suddenly, I saw his eyes widen as if he’d suddenly remembered something.

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“What? What is it?” I asked. “Do you have another idea?”

Andrei didn’t answer for a long moment. When he did, his voice was hoarse. “I… do have one last idea.” He shot me an uncertain look. “But I fear there might be consequences if we try it.”

“What kind of consequences? I’ll try anything.”

Andrei cleared his throat and gestured for me to follow. “Just… come with me. I think it would be more effective if I don’t tell you ahead of time.”

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