Chapter 58 058

Chapter 58 058
Mikhail

The pack council meeting had dragged on for two hours, and I was losing my mind. I could barely focus on any of that.

My attention was locked on Natasha sitting across the table, taking notes, looking completely professional and put-together, but I knew what was underneath that conservative blouse.

I knew every inch of the body hidden by that skirt, and all I could think about was getting my hands on her.

When the lead council member called for a break, I caught her eye and tilted my head toward the door. She waited a full minute before excusing herself, following me out.

I pulled her into a supply closet down the hall, shoving the door shut and locking it.

"Are you insane?" She hissed, but she was already pressing against me. "There is a meeting going on right now."

"Fuck the meeting," I grabbed her hips, grinding against her so she could feel how hard I was. "I have been sitting there for two hours thinking about this pussy."

"Mikhail!" She whisper-yelled, her eyes filled with shock and desire.

"Tell me you don't want it," I slid my hand up her thigh, under her skirt, finding her already wet. "Tell me you weren't sitting there thinking about my cock."

She whimpered, her resolve crumbling. "We have ten minutes."

"I only need five."

I spun her around, bending her over a storage shelf. Yanked her skirt up and her panties down. She was dripping, ready for me.

"Wet from sitting in a boring meeting?" I pushed two fingers inside her roughly. "Such a dirty girl."

"Only for you, Mikhail" She gasped.

I freed my cock, giving it a few strokes before lining up and slamming into her. She had to bite her hand to keep from crying out.

"That's it. Take it," I set a brutal pace, one hand on her hip, the other covering her mouth. "I’m gonna fill this pussy up and send you back in there with my cum dripping down your thighs."

She moaned against my palm, her walls clenching around me. I could feel her getting close already, the way she always did when we fucked desperately and dangerously.

"Come on my cock," I growled in her ear. "Right fucking now."

She shattered, her whole body going taut, and I followed seconds later, burying myself deep and spilling inside her with a groan I barely managed to muffle.

We stayed like that for a moment, both panting, before I slowly pulled out. I helped her straighten her clothes while my cum leaked down her inner thigh.

"You're evil." She muttered, but she was smiling.

"You love it," I kissed her hard. "Now get back in there before anyone notices."

She left first, and I waited two minutes before following. When I sat back down at the table, I caught her eye and watched her squirm in her seat, knowing exactly what she was feeling.

That night, I was supposed to be working on reports, but I could hear the water running in Natasha’s bathroom and couldn't resist.

She was in the large tub, surrounded by bubbles, her hair piled on top of her head. She looked relaxed and beautiful, and I wanted her so badly I ached with it.

"Room for one more?"

She opened her eyes, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Depends. You planning to actually bathe or are you here to cause trouble?"

"Can't it be both?"

I stripped quickly and climbed in behind her, pulling her back against my chest. The hot water felt good, but having her in my arms felt better.

"This is nice." She sighed, settling against me.

"Mm," I kissed her neck, my hands sliding around to cup her breasts under the water. "Very nice."

"I knew you had ulterior motives."

"Always," I rolled her nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden. "Can't help myself around you."

She arched into my touch, her ass grinding back against my growing erection. "I can tell."

I turned her around so she was straddling me, water sloshing over the sides of the tub. Her breasts were at eye level, glistening with water and bubbles, and I couldn't resist leaning forward to take a nipple in my mouth.

"Mikhail." She breathed, her hands in my hair.

I sucked hard, my hand sliding down her stomach to between her legs. She was slick with more than just bathwater when I found her clit, rubbing slow circles.

"I want you to ride me," I murmured against her breast. "Nice and slow. I want to watch you."

She lifted up, positioning herself over my cock, and sank down with a moan that echoed off the bathroom tiles. The water made everything slippery and sensual, as she started to move.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm. "I love watching you take my cock like this."

She rode me slowly, rolling her hips, taking me deep with each movement. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat, and I leaned forward to bite gently at her pulse point.

"Faster," I urged. "I need more."

She picked up speed, water splashing everywhere now, and the sight of her, wet and flushed and completely lost in pleasure was almost enough to make me come right then.

"Touch yourself," I commanded. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

She reached down between us, her fingers finding her clit, and I felt her tighten around me immediately.

"That's it, baby. Make yourself come for me."

Her movements got erratic and desperate, and then she was crying out, clenching around me so hard I saw stars.

I thrust up into her, once, twice, and came with a groan, filling her up as water sloshed over the edge of the tub.

We stayed like that, both panting, until the water started to cool.

"We made a mess." She said, looking at the water all over the floor.

"Worth it."

I woke before sunrise, as I always did, and found Natasha still sleeping beside me. She was on her back, the sheet tangled around her waist, one arm thrown over her head.

I should get up and sneak back to my own room before anyone woke up, but looking at her, I had a better idea.

I carefully moved down the bed, settling between her thighs. She stirred slightly but didn't wake as I gently spread her legs wider.

The first touch of my tongue made her hips jerk. She was still asleep, but her body responded instinctively, already growing wet under my attention.

I took my time, licking her slowly and thoroughly, savoring her taste. When she finally woke with a gasp, I was sucking on her clit, two fingers buried inside her.

"Mikhail. Oh fuck."

"Morning." I said against her pussy, not stopping.

"What are you…fuck…" Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me against her.

"I wanted to wake you up properly," I curled my fingers, finding that spot that made her see stars. "I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, then we're gonna fuck before anyone else wakes up."

"Yes, please, don't stop." She moaned, grinding against my mouth.

I didn't stop. I worked her methodically, knowing exactly what she liked now and exactly how to make her fall apart. When she came, it was with my name on her lips and her thighs clamped around my head.

Before she could fully recover, I was crawling up her body, pushing inside her still-spasming pussy.

"Sensitive." She whimpered.

"I know. Feels good though, doesn't it?" I started moving slowly,

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

I made love to her as the sun started to rise, light gradually filling the room, knowing we were racing against time. Anyone could wake up soon and come looking for either of us.

But I couldn't bring myself to care. Not when she felt this good and looked this beautiful beneath me.

"I love you," I breathed against her mouth. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too. Always."

We came together just as golden light spilled across the bed, both of us trembling and breathless.

We snuck out to our spot in the garden again that night, unable to stay away. The blanket was spread beneath us and the sky was clear and full of stars overhead.

I was lying back, Natasha curled against my side, and everything felt perfect and peaceful until she started kissing down my chest.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" She continued her path downward, kissing over my stomach, her hand palming my cock through my pants.

"You don't have to do that." I said even as my body shivered from her touch.

"I want to," She undid my pants, freeing me. "I want to taste you."

My cock was already hard, and when she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, I groaned.

"Fuck, Natasha."

"Shh. Just relax." She lowered her head, her tongue licking up the underside from base to tip.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, watching her. The moonlight cast her in silver and made her look ethereal as she took me into her mouth.

"Fuckk, your mouth—" I couldn't finish the sentence as she took me deeper, her tongue doing sinful things.

She worked me slowly and thoroughly, alternating between sucking and licking, occasionally taking me so deep I hit the back of her throat.

Her hand worked what wouldn't fit, and the dual sensation was driving me insane.

"You’re so good," I managed. "So fucking good at this."

She hummed around my cock, the vibration making my hips buck. I tried to stay still and tried not to fuck her mouth, but she pulled off long enough to say, "It's okay. Use me."

Jesus Christ.

I tightened my grip on her hair and started thrusting shallowly, watching my cock disappear between her lips over and over. She took it beautifully, her eyes watering but never stopping, never pulling away.

"Gonna come," I warned. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna—"

She just took me deeper, and I came with a groan, spilling down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean before finally releasing me with a satisfied smile.

"That was incredible."

"I know." She crawled back up to kiss me, and I could taste myself on her tongue. "I wanted to make you feel good."

"Mission accomplished."

We lay together in her bed, the early morning light barely starting to creep through the windows. We had made love again, slower this time, face to face, holding each other close.

Now she was curled against me, my arm around her, my hand resting on her stomach. It was such a simple gesture, but something about it felt heavy and meaningful.

"What if—" I started, then stopped.

She tensed against me. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't say it. Don't even think about it."

But I was thinking about it. I had been thinking about it more and more lately. We weren't being careful. I hadn't been from the start. Every time I came inside her, there was a risk. A possibility.

"What if you got pregnant?" I said it anyway, my voice quiet in the darkness.

She was silent for a long moment. "I don't know."

"Would it be so bad?"

"Mikhail..." She turned in my arms to face me. "We're supposed to be siblings. How would we even—"

"We would figure it out. We would make it work."

"Would we? Or would it destroy everything? The pack, our family's reputation, everything we've built here?"

I didn't have an answer for that. I couldn't promise it wouldn't all come crashing down.

"I will protect you," I said instead. "Both of you. No matter what."

"I know you would try," She touched my face gently. "But some things can't be protected against."

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified," She admitted. "But also... sometimes I think about it. About what it would be like. A child with your eyes. Your stubborn streak."

"My stubborn streak?" I huffed a laugh. "You're the stubborn one."

"We're both stubborn. That poor hypothetical child wouldn't stand a chance."

The way she said it, hypothetical, made it clear she didn't want to pursue this conversation further, and maybe she was right.

Maybe it was better not to think too hard about consequences, about the future. For now, we had this. These stolen moments and this secret love. It would have to be enough.

I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep. I'll leave before dawn."

"Stay a little longer?"

"Always."

We drifted off like that, tangled together, and I tried not to think about what-ifs and maybes. I tried not to imagine a future where we could have everything we wanted without consequences.

But as I held her, my hand still resting on her stomach, the thought lingered in the back of my mind. What if.