Chapter Eleven

The house was quiet. Yorgi saw them and smiled. “What can I get you for lunch?”

“Fettuccini carbonara?” She bit her lip.

Grigory chuckled. “It sounds good. I need a bit more rest, so pasta should send me off.”

“Coming up.” Yorgi smiled. “By the way, Miss, Hailey told me the story about the pancakes.”

They followed him into the kitchen. Lexa blinked. “She did?”

“She said that it reminded her that however bad things got, you would try your best for her. They are truly hideous.”

Lexa nodded. “Yeah. I know. I can actually cook, but when she wants those pancakes, I make her those pancakes.”

Yorgi crossed his arms. “Prove it.”

She grinned and took her suit jacket off; she tossed it to Grigory. “Hold my beer.”

He laughed and sat at the counter, watching her as she set the water, got the frying pan ready, and cracked an egg and separated it with one hand.

The water boiled, pasta went in, the bacon was sliced, and she fried it before adding the yolk and pasta water. She added a bit of butter and some parmesan to it, lots of black pepper, and she tossed it together.

Yorgi smiled. “You deviated from standard procedures.”

She snorted. “At home, I sneak in cream cheese to make things go further.” She plated and spun everything into a tower. Yorgi took over the cleanup, and she said, “You might want to make some for Grigory. This is my lunch.”

She sat at the counter and pulled up a chair. She yelped, scooted her skirt down a little, and settled back on the stool. Grigory looked at her. She shrugged. “It’s cold.”

She took a forkful of pasta and moaned happily.

Yorgi came over with a fork and ignored her growling to try some. His brows shot up to his hairline. “You actually can cook.”

She snickered then growled at Grigory when he took the fork and molested her meal.

Yorgi got things going, and he came by every now and then to taste a noodle. She ate fast, then jumped onto Grigory’s lap when Yorgi dropped a huge platter down in front of him.

“You expect me to share, treasure?”

She held up her fork. “Yes.”

“What will you give me for it?”

She shifted position, so she was kneeling on his thighs, and she nuzzled his neck, making small sounds and licking his neck and jaw. She whined and whimpered and rubbed her breasts against him.

“Treasure?”

“Yup.”

“You aren’t wearing a bra.”

“Nope.”

He groaned. “And you are begging like an omega.”

She whimpered and licked frantically.

He groaned and shuddered against her. She paused and looked at him. “Did you just...”

His icy eyes looked at her ruefully. “Not since I was a teen has that happened. What did Delun teach you?”

She blinked and looked to one side. “Not to run.”

“Oh ho. He caught you.”

“Yeah.” She leaned over and started to eat his lunch.

“Did he hurt you? Did he knot you?”

“Oh, the knotting was fun. It was like... the seventh time since last night.” She felt him jolt in surprise.

“You like it?”

She whispered in his ear. “Oh, yeah, Delun and I had this talk last night. I like it. I like the ache of taking him in all the way. I like the stretch of the knot and the almost pain and burn of it.”

He shook under her.

She got some more food and held the fork out for him. “Try it. It’s good.”

He stared at her in astonishment. “You think I can think about food now?”

“Well, I can, and I am the one taunting the bear.” She took another bite and slurped the noodle.

He whispered and said, “Can you fuck on a full stomach?”

She paused and nodded. “I thought you wanted to nap.”

His incredulous look made her laugh.

She leaned over and saw that she had taken down a third of his plate. She leaned back, so she was on one elbow, but her hips were still against his, and she was still hungry, so she bent and ate from that odd angle. He watched her, and he was amused.

“Why the smirk, Grigory?”

“You seem different from yesterday.”

“Ah, that is a bit of the sex and the possible pregnancy scare. It makes you think really fast.”

His eyes got wide. “Ah, right, you ran.”

“Correct. And he caught me. The rest, you can guess. You might want to keep up your strength.”

He kept one hand on her hip and started to eat his pasta. When she started to steal all the bacon, he growled. She laughed and rubbed her head against his, and then, she stole his fork and grabbed most of the bacon. She offered it to him, and he bent his head to take it, and then, she laughed and stole the collection for herself.

He growled. “That’s it; come with me.”

He stood up, and she grabbed for her jacket on his shoulder. He didn’t let her hips go but held her against him and walked off.

“Thanks for lunch, Yorgi!” She yelled it over Grigory’s shoulder because he was growling low and not speaking.

She rubbed her face against Grigory’s neck with soft sounds of begging. She whined, she nipped, and she whispered, “Your room. I don’t want the designer coming in.”

“You are a terrible tease, treasure.”

“Oh, no, Grigory, I don’t tease.” She set her teeth on the side of his neck, and he stumbled.

He lunged for his room and locked the door, staggering to the bed and dropping her to the mattress. He was breathing heavily, and she squirmed to her knees, unzipping her skirt and peeling off her blouse. The gold chains of her necklace hung down between her breasts and tickled across her belly. She reached behind her neck, and he said, “Keep it on.”

She blinked and watched him strip out of his grey suit, his erection was large, and pearls of fluid appeared at the head. Lexa licked her lips, and she could see the length of him moving with the throb of his heart. That whine came from her throat again, and he walked toward her, huge and beautiful.

She looked up at him, and he unpinned her hair. It unravelled and swung against her mid-back.

“Yirra did an excellent job of your hair. It looks all healthy and shiny.”

She grinned. “She would spank your ass for that.”

“Our little secret.”

Lexa ran her hands up his chest and stretched her arms out so she could grip both of his shoulders.

“My size doesn’t bother you?”

She gave him a frank look. “I will have to say this to all of you, but I like your size. I mean, if you want to do roleplaying later and want me to be all timid and overwhelmed, I can be persuaded.”

“With presents?”

She grinned. “With bacon.”

He snorted. “So, you have teased me into a frenzy. Will you carry through?”

“Um... I have teased you, but you haven’t teased me. I suppose I will have to do it for myself.” She rubbed herself against his skin, his heavy cock bobbing and smacking against her. He growled and flipped her to her back. She yelped, and he laughed.

He held her down with an arm across her hips, and he slowly spread her thighs and pressed his mouth to her. His tongue slowly lapped at her, and she moaned. He leisurely lapped at her like he was consuming her for dessert.

Lexa inhaled and held it as his slow, measured licking took her higher and higher. She arched, moaned, and fought him, her hips rolling against his mouth. He just pressed down with more force and held her until she screamed in a short burst and slick flowed out of her. He kept lapping, and she whined for a few seconds until the heat started to roar through her blood again. He fitted two fingers into her and kept steadily licking at her clit.

Lexa trembled under him, and a third finger moved into her, and then, he started to flex them. She mewled and held his confining arm as pleasure rolled through her, and she gripped his fingers and squeezed.

He muttered something she didn’t hear, but he pulled his fingers out of her, slurped them clean, and rolled her to her side. She blinked in surprise as he moved behind her, lifted her thigh and slid into her. She groaned and leaned her head back against him. Her hips rocked to take him deeper, and he murmured, “Stop when it gets uncomfortable.”

She gave him a breathless, “But I can keep going if it feels good, right?” She flexed her hips and took him deeper. The edge of his knot was teasing her, but she was going to need a bit more friction to make room for him.

Lexa whined, “Move, Grigory, I need to feel you inside me.”

He started to thrust into her, and she heard him grunting as he edged deeper with every thrust. He was hot, pulsing, and she wanted him to cum. She gauged his rhythm, and when he was thrusting in, she pushed down and caught the knot as deep as she could with a sneaky move. He froze with his eyes wide, a heavy throb inside her.

He tensed and started shaking. “Treasure. What did you do?”

She arched back against him and trembled as she came, her stretched opening trying to squeeze him. Her moan came from her belly as she twitched and spasmed around him.

He groaned and thrust upward rapidly with his hips. She squeaked and gripped his thigh with her new nails. He wove his fingers through hers, and he drove deep and roared.

She felt the hot jetting inside her, and she squeezed his knot in reflex. He grunted, and she chuckled, leaning her head back against him. Her fingers flexed with his. He was blowing like he had just run a marathon.

She slid her free hand between her thighs and circled her clit rapidly until she came again. She was impaled on him and stuck with the knot, there was nothing else to do, plus she enjoyed the feeling of her body tightening around him.

“God, Lexa.”

Her body was trembling and fluttering around his knot. “Hm?”

He kissed her neck then licked the sweat from her neck and shoulder. His licking accompanied a purr that rattled her bones.

She was smug. “You are absolutely right, there is no way you could get your knot in, and I would be crying and whimpering with agony. We should never do this again.”

He growled and nipped her neck playfully. “You are begging for a biting, treasure.”

“Delun said I had to ask with my words and not my body.”

He sighed. “He is probably right, and a witness wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

She swallowed. “That’s going to be embarrassing.”

“We will be overjoyed at the asking.”

“Hmm. I think I am going to need props for that.” She sighed. “This could take a while.”

He smacked her flank. “It had better not.”

She laughed and shifted against the knot. “I thought you were going to give me time and not mark me before my heat.” She giggled.

“Yeah, that was before I knew you could do this as easily as breathing.” He groaned, and his hips shifted.

“Well, it wasn’t that easy, but it certainly was surprising.”

“Other women have tried to take me, and I always see their pain.”

“Oh. Uh... owie?”

He snorted and lightly smacked her thigh again. “Funny girl. You are wonderful. We really don’t scare you?”

She flexed her fingers against his. “When I first saw Arthur, I knew that someone somewhere had made me the perfect man. He took my breath away. I could barely talk to him, and I kept imagining him naked. I was eighteen, in college, and away from home, so stunned by the fact that he was interested in me. My knees were weak every time I saw him, and I am pretty sure it was proximity to him that finally tipped my designation into action. I kept sniffing him.”

She squeezed his hand. “And now, I find that there are more guys out there with wide shoulders, massive chests, strong bodies, and deep voices. Hmmm. Happy.”

He laughed softly. “We are happy as well. Very happy.”

His knot receded, and she felt the fluid rush between her thighs and all around him. He got washed.

She blushed. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. I suspect I sense your canny thinking in suggesting my bed.”

She laughed. “I really wanted to see the kittens again.”

He rolled her to her belly and drew her up on her knees. “The kittens will have to wait. Now that I know you can take me, I want to try a few things.”

She squeaked. “Like what?”

He surged back into her, and she mewled and clutched at the bedding. He pumped into her slowly with a steady thrust that shoved her forward on every inward slide.

When they reached the headboard, she pushed back against it, and Grigory chuckled. “Having an issue, Lexa?”

“Don’t want to get fucked through the drywall, Grigory.”

He laughed and wrapped his body around her, bucking into her hips. She tried to thrust backward, but he pulled back.

“This time, I get to choose when, treasure.” He reached a hand under her, caressed her clit, squeezed her breasts, took her to the edge of coming, and held her there.

She mewled and whimpered and rocked her hips against his incoming thrusts. She started clenching on him, and it helped her, getting her close to the edge of orgasm.

He stopped. Her eyes widened with outrage, and she turned her head to look at him. He was looking at her and had an expectant look on his sweaty face. She panted and waited, and he held her hips so she couldn’t move them. She twisted, and when he wouldn’t give in to her, the impulse rushed in on her and surrounded her. She wailed.

“Oh, treasure. What’s wrong?” He stroked her cheek, and she realized that he was playing a twisted game with her.

She sucked her breath in and turned her head away. She gripped the headboard and tried to buck him off.

He had a grip around her waist, and she wasn’t going anywhere. She could feel him sliding inside her, so she focused on her wild bucking, and she circled her hips before driving back on him. She felt the knot stretch her to a ridiculous degree, and then, she purred.

She glanced at Grigory over her shoulder, and his teeth were clenched and head was back. She tightened on him, clenching hard, and his cock jerked inside her. She clenched again, and a vein appeared in his forehead. She clenched one more time, and his cock jerked, spilling ropes of cum inside her. She warbled happily and milked his knot again.

He rumbled angrily. She didn’t care. Whatever instinct was driving her had what it wanted. She leaned forward and rested her head on her arms. She felt warm and relaxed like living honey, and then, the sound worked its way into her. It clawed past hearing and into instinct.

Lexa listened to him growling, and she couldn’t help but hear it. He was doing it in her ear. It was completely fine until the knot came loose, and the moment he was out, she was across the bed, dropping to the side of the bed and hiding under it.

She was in the centre of the space and up toward the headboard. She didn’t think he could reach her. She saw big bare feet hit the floor, and she tried to get really small. A curious expression was on his face. “Treasure, what are you doing?”

“Hiding.” She felt stupid saying it, but it was what was going on in her head. She moved away from him to make sure he couldn’t grab her. Fluids were still dripping out of her.

“Ah. You aren’t doing a very good job. I found you with no trouble.”

“Not a competition. I can suck at hiding if I want.”

He grinned. “So, still feeling like running from me?”

“Yes. Not running. Just hiding.”

“Why?”

“You were growling! It wasn’t a good growl.”

“How do you know?” He lay on the ground and looked at her sideways.

She blinked and frowned. “I don’t know. I only know that I made you mad, and I had to get away.”

He chuckled. “I wasn’t mad. I wanted to see how close your heat was.”

“How the hell can you tell that?”

He was easing toward her, and he had freakishly long arms, so she was easing back.

“Treasure, you are not in any trouble. Just come out for there, and I will purr for you.”

She frowned. “Do it now.”

He laughed and purred for her.

She narrowed her eyes. “Hold two kittens.”

He laughed again and came back with two white marshmallows in his hands. She eased out of the opposite side of the bed and slowly came around. “Why did you growl?”

He carefully set the kittens back with Misha. “An omega who was not in heat would whimper. An omega who was in heat would purr or rub against me. You got away from me but stayed close, so I would guess you are forty-eight hours away.”

Her mouth hung open. “How in god’s name is that a thing?”

He grinned. “If folks didn’t have an omega in the family and alphas who explained what the hell was going on, they wouldn’t have a clue. Those of us so blessed can check our mates and make sure that things are ready for her heat. We are ready when she is ready.”

“And you play stupid games to freak out the omegas?”

He shrugged. “Once we know the signs for you, it will be easier. And yes, I know we didn’t use protection. Delun notified me, and if you take a morning-after pill, I have no objections.”

She huffed. “I am still debating it.”

He smiled slowly. “Really?”

“In a practical aspect, someone is going to skip protection for some portion of the heat. I will probably pounce on someone who is napping because that is the kind of sense of humour I have.”

“I don’t have to ask how you feel about being a mother.”

“I know how jazzed Hailey is at the thought of a brother or sister.”

He held out his hand. “Come to me, and I will make it up to you.”

She frowned at him. “I think I am good for now. I am just going to get my stuff and go. You can have that nap. Before work tonight.”

He sighed. “I have people to man my businesses for a few weeks at a time. Do not worry about my schedule, treasure.”

She looked around for something to wear, but she would have to get in close to grab it.

She shifted her weight and looked at the door.

He got to his feet. “Don’t run, treasure.”

She paused and focused on calming her breathing. “I am trying not to, but it is really hard. Sit down, please.”

He sat on the bed, moving very slowly.

“Don’t move, please.”

He nodded, and she walked toward him. She approached his arm’s reach, and she rushed toward him and jumped in his lap. His arms came around her, and he started purring. She relaxed, and she stopped silently hyperventilating. She made a fist and pounded his chest. “Don’t do that again.”

He grabbed her fist and kissed it. “I won’t promise. It is important that we keep tabs on your biology until we know what happens.”

“I don’t like to be an experiment.”

“You were experimenting on me earlier.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes and what she hoped was a cute smile. “Was I?”

He sighed and kissed her, and the kiss turned into touching, and then, she was on top of him, lunging until she had cum twice and he was locked inside.

She lay draped over him and turned her head to see a pair of accusing blue eyes glaring at her. “Eek, I think I was too loud. Misha is pissed.”

He purred under her, and she clenched around him, his knot tight inside the band of muscle she had to squeeze it. She squeezed hard, and he grunted as his cock spilled more fluid. He grumbled, “Misha is fine. She’s just jealous because you are playing with me instead of her.”

She yawned and snuggled down against him. He purred and wrapped his arms around her. They stayed locked together for fifteen minutes, and when she would have moved, he held her and stroked her back. “Pretty Lexa, beautiful mate. You will look even prettier with my mark on you.”

She gave him her light purr and breathed softly against him. “Wake me up before Hailey gets home. I need a shower. Delun says ursas smell strong.”

“Only to other alphas. Right now, you smell like Delun and me.”

She muttered, “Great. Roses and spice.”

“Is that where you got your dance name?”

She sighed. “No. It was something my sister said to me. I will tell you one day.”

Lexa finally realized that she was using Grigory as a warm mattress. “I should go.”

He ran his fingers through her hair. “You don’t need to go.”

“Yeah, I do. I’m hungry. and I have to sneak past Yorgi to get some snacks.”

“Just ask him for what you want.”

“I don’t know what I want until I stare into the pantry.” She squirmed and started to lean up. “Now, where did my clothes end up?”

“The ones you had? On the chair.”

“No, the other clothing that I had. Is it in the wardrobe in the nest?”

“Probably. Did you want me to come with you and pick something?”

“No, I am looking for some underwear this time around.”

He laughed. “Delun is the one with the underwear fetish, or rather, he likes the scent of your pussy. I imagine more of your clothes will go missing over time. It’s a good thing that he can replace them.”

She got up, stretched, and batted his hands away. She dismounted and concentrated on getting her thighs to move into a natural walking position.

She put on her skirt and blouse, put her jacket over her arm, and hooked her heels over her fingers. She kissed him. “Now, take that nap.”

She left and only had to go two doors down to her nest. She leaned against the wall with a relieved sigh. Her tiny bit of privacy was hers alone... and now, she needed that shower.