Chapter 211: feel sore

My body began to shake and thrash but I couldn't go anywhere. This orgasm washed through me from head to toe and lit me up inside like an explosion. Even with the blindfold on, I saw stars behind my eyes and screamed at the top of my lungs.

"And I'm going to get one more out of you, one more baby," he was still drilling into me furiously, but when that wand pressed into my clit again, I wanted to curse him.

Maybe I did hate him now.

My brain melted and my body caught on fire. "Andrey! Ah! No!" My hips spasmed as if I was trying to get away from him as I came again. This time something built up, and I released with it. "Oh! God!" I inhaled heavily. "Oh! Fuck yes," Andrey Volkov roared, and I heard the wand thump onto the floor as he tossed it away.

His hands went back to my hips, and he pumped into me harder and faster until he shot his load into me. There were several long moments of silence, filled only by the sounds of our heavy breathing. My body was melting into the comforter, and I felt like a puddle. "Elena," Andrey rasped out, his lips brushing my ankle just below the leather cuff.

"You squirted, baby,"

"What?" I froze up.

"That was so fucking hot," he sounded thrilled, but I was mortified. I didn't move as Andrey got up and began to unbind me. When he removed the blindfold, I blinked hard under the light and covered my eyes with my arm. "Come on, baby, I know you're probably tired, but I need to clean you up."

When Andrey tried to help me get off the bed, I had a hard time looking him in the eyes. Especially when I saw the wet spot staining the dark blanket.

"Don't worry about it," he said, sweeping me up into his arms when he caught me staring and carried me into the bathroom. "Take a bath, and I will get everything ready for bed."

Andrey kissed my head and turned the hot water on for the tub. I felt like an exhausted shell with no thoughts in my head when I sank into the hot water. It eased the aches in my body, and I almost fell asleep a few times. I caught glimpses of him moving around the room, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something darker. It made the small hairs on my arms rise, though I didn’t understand why.

After some time, Andrey took a quick shower while I was in the tub, and I think the sight of his muscled body was the only thing that kept me awake. Even wet, glistening, and mundane to any human eye, he moved with a confidence that felt almost predatory.

He toweled me off until I was dry, and to my surprise, he slipped one of his shirts over my head before escorting me to his freshly made bed. There were no erotic toys in sight.

"The sex was amazing," he spoke while pulling me against his chest and lifting the comforter over us.

"Are you okay though?" His hands rubbed my back and ran through my hair. I didn't have words to tell him just how fantastically wonderful I felt.

"Yes, that was fun," I yawned and blushed. Glad it was dark in his room. Sleep was quickly rushing to me.

"Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now get some sleep, baby." He kissed the top of my head, and we settled into one another's embrace. Andrey held me so tightly as I fell asleep, I didn’t know where he ended and I began but I knew that in the morning, I would surely be sore.

I had this feeling that I would even find practicing ballet difficult.

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ANDREY’S POV

Looking in the mirror in Elena's room, I finished straightening up my tie and moved onto my cufflinks. Every part of me tonight was deep navy blue to match the theme of the event. My senses, already sharpened, caught the faint scent of the night air outside the window, mingled with the subtle aroma of Elena’s shampoo. Even the ordinary smelled heightened.

When I turned around, I saw Elena’s bright blue dress hanging in the closet, and a smirk spread across my face. She was going to stand out like a star in the night, and I wanted everyone to witness her. She was the star, the brightest star I had ever seen with a fire in her unmatched.

"Oh!" Her startled gasp caught my attention as she left the adjoining bathroom to her room. "I didn't hear you come in," she went on, but I still kept quiet and just looked at her. After the wild, torturous night with her, she was sore for a few days. I knew it even without asking her, and for all those days, I had restrained my hunger for her, for her scent, her warmth, the little instinctual pull I always felt.

I let her live freely and focus on her ballet as I focused on the pack duties and the event tonight. Currently, she was the image of perfection. Her golden hair was styled in glamorous waves, and the natural glam made her brilliant eyes stand out even more. Although the little slip of her robe on her body kept her skin from view, she was still breathtakingly, irresistibly hot.

"I have a few accessories for you to wear tonight," I said, stepping toward her and enjoying seeing her close the distance willingly. After the night we had, I started to see slight changes in her toward me. She was no longer shy around me. Romantically, I cupped her face and ran my thumb over her soft cheek.

"I have already got jewelry on. I was about to put my dress on," she said, grabbing my wrist and pulling my palm from her face. She slowly brushed her small fingers over it as she waited for my response. I caught sight of the large, round diamond earrings and matching necklace, one of the sets I had recently bought for her.

"You can keep the earrings, but these are non-negotiable," I said. Without saying anything else, I pulled the long velvet black box from my back pocket. Elena’s eyes widened over it, and her lips thinned, but she didn’t argue.

"Go ahead and take the necklace off."

Even as I handed it to her, I could feel the subtle shift in the room, the silent tension in the air, a little growl of satisfaction in my chest, unspoken, unseen my wolf acknowledging what was mine.