Second Assault — Bond And Treason — novel Chapter 28

ALEXEI

Arriving back at the base, I am completely exhausted but at the same time, excessively satisfied with our discovery. I can't wait to start building the plan to finally deal with Dimitri Zhukovski after all these years. My revenge is so close that I can taste it. I get out of the truck and watch the sunset on the horizon. My body feels heavy and stiff and all I want to do is go to my bedroom, curl up in bed with Xander and sleep soundly, covered by the heat of his body, next to mine.

With that thought in mind I start a speedy walk through the base, the men make the change of guard and to my relief, no one stops me for any matter that requires my attention. Xander is probably upset, after all, I assured him I wouldn't take long and that's precisely what I did. But I wanted to make sure I got a good look before leaving, I needed to gather so much detail so that I could put together a fairly accurate guide with the least margin of error.

I tried to call him on the number of the new phone I gave him, but he didn't pick up, and he didn't do it through the bond either. Now I'm worried that he's pissed off. Once I am in front of the door, I hold the knob in my hand and inhale a deep breath, building up my courage before turning it and going into our nest. He is there, standing beside the small bedside table, with the dim light of the lamp illuminating his body. But his hair is different now.

His thick, abundant locks are now a beautiful, dazzling blond. Despite the soft lighting, the threads shine brightly, accentuating the delicate features of the face and highlighting the beautiful eyes. He also changed his earrings, replacing the black rings with silver ones, with a long chain hanging from them. He looks hot as hell. I feel my dick hardening rapidly, creating a noticeable lump in my pants. I hold the breath, trying to organize my thoughts.

«Imagine something horrible, Alexei», I think, in desperation to temper my growing excitement. «Think of Yaakov naked», I repeat over and over in my mind.

—Well? — he asks, a little uncertain —. Do you like it?

—Like it? — I can't believe he asked me that question —. Are you kidding? — He looks down at his feet with a pained expression, obviously misinterpreting my words, so I rush to continue —. Kitty, I love it.

He glances up again with an expression of stunned amazement, before a big, bright smile is drawn on those plump, spongy lips that I adore so much.

«Bad thoughts, Alexei. Yaakov naked... Yaakov naked...».

—Really?

—Come — I extend the arms and he rushes at me, purring with delight —. Of course I do, kitty. I do not need to lie to you.

—I was a bit insecure — closes the eyes and, in small circular movements, brushes his cheek on my chest, sighing with joy —. From black to blonde is a big step, but I liked the result.

—Me too. You look incredibly sexy — I whisper in his ear and he shudders —. And where did the idea pop up?

—Lev — tilts the head back to stare at me —. At first, it was a resounding no from me, but I underestimated his powers of persuasion.

—I should have known it was his idea. After he managed to learn, many of the henchmen were his guinea pigs. He once created a rainbow in Nikon's hair and it was a disaster — Xander laughs and the sound is the most beautiful melody to my ears.

I can't express the emotion or the delight I gain from knowing that that bastard did not succeed in destroying Xander's spirit. I never doubted his strength or his will, but we must admit that it is not easy to face everything he has gone through and to have done it alone.

The premature death of his mother, his grandmother, life in the boarding school, the conflicts and dangers of his work.

All without a shoulder on which he could cry in grief or comfort his heart when needed. My admiration for him reaches to the sky and now I'm here to give myself to him in whatever way he wants me to. I have no words to describe the relief I get from realizing that he's still Xander after all. My Xander.

—So, you'll tell me? — requests, after a few seconds of silent hugging —. I want to know what you discovered, Magnus — slightly bulging his lower lip —. I'm a cat, curiosity is in my veins by nature.

—Do I have to remind you what happens to kittens because of that curiosity? — I smile, raising one eyebrow.

—If you're trying to distract me, it won't work — pointing a finger at me —. I spent the whole day tempted to watch the video and yet I didn't. I've been a good kitty, I deserve my reward — walks away and crosses the arms over his chest, making the most exaggerated pout I've ever seen.

—Enough pouting — I laugh, as I head to the closet to undress, turning my back on him —. Tomorrow I'll have a meeting with everyone, and then you'll find out.

—It's not fair. I want to know now, Magnus — I've just taken off my shirt and now I'm working on my belt buckle.

—If you've already waited a day, you can wait a couple more hours — I release the button and roll down the zipper, sliding the fabric down my legs, just a boxer preventing my complete nudity —. The meeting will be early, so you don't have to worry.

Quiet. The room is so silent that I can only hear my breathing. I thought he might have left, but I still feel his presence. So I turn around to see him.

—Xan... — the look I perceive on his face is one of dense, suffocating desire, the eyes devouring every inch of my body and I remain static in my position, my lungs forgot how to work again —. Der...? — I conclude in a low gasp, feeling for the first time in my life... Defenseless.

He lifts an eyebrow and stares at me and, if I had doubts before, I can now confirm it. He observes me as if there were nothing around us, and I get so caught up in him, that the same feeling blossoms in my chest. My pulse quickens and my cock starts to wake up, standing out noticeably through my underwear. Damn it, I miss so much feeling his body panting, blushing and needy underneath mine, screaming my name and digging the nails into my back as I possess him. «Control, Alexei», I think helplessly.

Xander's reaction to my almost complete nakedness is normal, but that doesn't mean he's prepared to take it to the next level. My wolf roars in my subconscious, desperate to claim him back, but I force it and myself to think clearly, to dispel the cloud of lust suddenly created in our system and take a step back.

—Magnus...

—I'll go take a shower — and get out so fast that, if I were a cartoon, I would have left the trail of smoke behind.

I take off the last garment, placing it in the basket, but not before locking the door. I lean over the sink, with my hands holding the edges tightly, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The tension in my body is so much, that it feels like my muscles are going to explode, and my teeth are gnashing as I clench the jaw so hard.

—Control, Alexei — I say to myself in the mirror —. Control yourself, it's not time yet — I close the eyes and take several deep breaths, relieved to feel the excitement slowly fading away.

With a last breath I turn around, get into the bathroom and turn the faucet until the water temperature is adjusted to be warm. I put the hands on the wall and let water slide down my body and help me relax. Once I'm ready, I go outside, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying off quickly. It's not till I'm about to start drying my hair too that I realize the mistake I made: I didn't bring any clothes. Fuck, in the rush to get out of the bedroom, it didn't occur me to bring a couple of clothes so I could get dressed here at once.

Resigned and annoyed by my stupidity, I tie a towel around my waist and get ready to go out. I hesitate for a few seconds, but I gather courage and finally do it. And all my efforts go to shit when I see him. He is lying on the stomach, wearing a small white T-shirt, exposing the milky skin on his arms and a tight red underwear, which only makes his pompous, upturned ass stand out even more.

He lifts the hip to meet the touch and that's when I slowly make my way inside him. I push it in and out repeatedly, he gasps in my mouth and holds my arms tightly. By the time I stick in a second finger, his waist leaps up and down, meeting every thrust of my hand. My muscles are stiff from the anticipation of being inside him, but I need to prepare him well before trying.

—You're going to drive me crazy — tilts the head back, allowing me better access to bite, suck and kiss him as I wish —. Please, Magnus... Just do it.

—Patience — a third finger accompanies my words, then he tightens up. I feel it clearly, he no longer dances like the waves of the sea, but is stiff as a wooden doll —. A little more, kitty — I comfort, kissing him deeply, with devotion, anxious to erase all those memories of the past that torments him.

I do this until he gradually melts, while the limbs lose their hardness, and the fingers I have inside him are sucked in, dilating his narrowness. My tongue runs through his mouth, my lips suck him in, and with that kiss I pour out every ounce of my love for him. And I know he feels it. I don't need our bond to know for sure.

His body opening up, letting me in, offering himself, is the greatest revelation necessary to convince me, something that even singing a thousand adorned words couldn't do. He's mine, I'm his, neither Dimitri nor anyone else in the fucking world can change or erase that fact with fucking poisonous bites. Never.

—If you go on like this, I don't think I'll be able to hold on much longer — whimpering, the melodious sound oppressing my balls, wet locks from sweat adhering to his forehead. Gently I withdraw my fingers once I think he's ready enough to take me. So I grab his legs and bring them up to his chest, telling him to hold them in that position, then I take my erection, line it up, and start my way inside him.

—Shit — I grunt, my jaw clenched and my eyes half-open, admiring how my dick makes its way into his tight opening.

—Yes, Magnus — howls and gasps, his crystalline eyes do not retreat from mine —. Take me, love me, make me yours — whispers, voice full of emotion —. Help me to forget — begs in a sobbing and fucking hell, it breaks me —. Remind me what it's like to be loved.

I bend over, letting our chests touch and kiss him, while he wraps the legs around my waist. At first I move slowly, burying myself up to the base and enjoying the glorious sensation of being connected again, in every way possible, to him.

Xander groans non-stop as my thrusts gradually accelerate and his nails leave marks on the skin of my back. I already notice the warmth blossoming inside me. My dick swells, extending Xander's walls to the maximum while I continue to penetrate him with precise and accurate movements, right at his sweet spot.

—Magnus... My tail — his legs press even harder the grip —. Touch my tail — I bend backwards, resting my weight on one arm, and with the other, I hold firmly the long, hairy muscle, which is waving back and forth —. Yes! You... Only you — screams with passion. I lightly dig in my claws and massage it from top to bottom. Xander arches so much that only the shoulders remain in the bed.

And that's when the orgasm takes over. With a liberating cry, long jets of his essence shoot out of his cock, staining his belly, chest and part of mine in the process. His walls are so tight that I can't contain myself any longer. I close the eyes, reaching the peak of ecstasy and my semen floods his interior in abundance.

When I open my eyes again, Xander exposes his neck in submission. My wolf tears at my soul, demanding to reclaim him again and without wanting to delay any longer, I dive into him and bury my fangs in his tender skin. Immediately his taste invades my mouth and I growl, navigating the devastating climax, as our bond grows more powerful.

It's perfect and wonderful. I calmly retract my fangs and lick the wound to close it.

Xander sighs contentedly, trapping my face with the hands to seal our lips again. We last a long time like this, united and kissing, expressing our deep and intense love without words.

—I love you, Magnus — whispers when we finally split up. I smile, pointing a finger at my chest, at the level of my heart. He smiles then too, his eyes saturated with a wonderful emotion, tears held back by pure will. Then I place the palm on his chest, feeling the heartbeat adapting to mine.

—I love you too, kitty — I caress his nose with mine —. Until the end of my days.