the base.
Trembling under the sensuous onslaught, Andrei hissed. “Yes! I love how you can take all of me.” Not an easy feat, considering his size. He grunted when Kirill swallowed repeatedly around his crown. When Kirill trailed his sneaky fingers from his balls down to his crease, Andrei spread his legs wider. He panted in anticipation while he waited for Kirill’s digits to breach him.
Andrei was the undisputed alpha of their clan, and Kirill was the perfect encouraging alpha mate and advisor, but still mostly defiant. In the privacy of their bedroom, stereotypes didn’t exist. He wasn’t the only alpha who enjoyed a pounding. After a few too many beers, Phoenix Jones had admitted to Andrei he almost exclusively bottomed for Juri.
Kirill let go of his dick with an obscene wet sound. “What are you thinking about?” He licked his shiny red lips.
“Uh... Phoenix.”
“What?” Kirill’s brown eyes turned to a bright sherry color. Growling, he pushed two fingers through the tight muscle guarding Andrei’s channel.
Andrei flopped down on the bed and cursed. Whimpering and wriggling, he pushed down on the hard intrusion. When Kirill nudged his prostate, Andrei was close. He gasped when Kirill circled the base of his shaft with his thumb and index finger. “Babe?”
Kirill’s eyes were tiny slits. “You think about other men while we’re in bed? I shouldn’t have let you off so easily last night.”
Right. The punishment. Andrei had wheedled himself out of the mess with the speech by promising Kirill he’d give the damn thing as long as Kirill helped him write it. “I... um... sorry. I wasn’t thinking of him as in... you know.” He cursed when Kirill tightened the circle around his dick.
“You mean you weren’t thinking of him as a fuckable man?” Kirill arched one eyebrow. “You won’t shimmy out of trouble with sweet promises, not this time.” He let go of Andrei’s dick and rolled out of bed.
Momentarily befuddled and fighting against an orgasm when his lonely cock slapped against his own belly without Kirill’s hold, Andrei squeezed his eyes closed. “Baby?” He snapped them open and followed Kirill’s movements with his gaze. “Honey crumble?” He didn’t care that his voice took on a desperate ring. What the hell was Kirill doing? “Why... are you leaving me like this?” He waved down to his painfully hard prick.
Kirill threw him a look over his shoulder before he vanished in the bathroom, leaving the door open. “Like I said, you deserve a punishment. No coming for now.”
Groaning, Andrei fell back on the mattress. “You can’t be serious! This shit hurts.” He slid one hand down his belly, intending to grab himself.
“I know. And don’t even think about beating off.”
Andrei’s focus snapped from his dick to the bathroom door. “I wasn’t!” He bit his tongue. Hell and damnation, but he understood why Kirill was mad. Andrei let out a desperate laugh and sat up, dangling his legs over the edge of the mattress. “You’re a cruel man.”
“Yes. Out of bed with you and get dressed. You have a speech to give.” Kirill popped his head around the doorframe. “On a stage.” He smirked. “In front of the whole town.”
Andrei shook his head. “Evil bastard.” He lowered his gaze between his legs. “You better make me think of something really disgusting, or I won’t fit in my pants. Can’t walk around with a boner all day, babe. It’s a family friendly festival.”
“What about Haley thinking she’ll give birth to your cubs?”
Andrei shuddered.
Andrei tugged his sweater down over his groin and shifted from one foot to the other. Kirill was out to kill him. The bastard stood beside Louis, listening to the beta explaining the festival’s procedure one last time, while he slid the fork into his mouth. Kirill hummed around the morsel of pumpkin pie as he slowly dragged the fork back through his plush lips.
“So, first Andrei’s speech. Then the marching band with the first three songs, followed by the judging of the biggest pumpkin.” Kirill nodded. “Sounds good. What do you think, darling?”
Andrei coughed into his fist. “I think I need at least five minutes alone with you before the speech. Honestly, babe. The way you eat pie should be outlawed.”
Kirill and Louis guffawed, but suddenly the humor slid from Louis’ face and panic settled in. “Fuck. Me.”
Andrei looked over his shoulder. He grinned when he saw Desmond swaggering toward their group with confidence. “I bet he’d love to, Louis. He’s a man on a mission.”
Louis whimpered. “I know I said we