Red Alpha: A BWWM Russian Alpha Billionaire Romance (11 page)

He rose quickly, setting aside his own whiskey in favor of bringing her the extra glass he had poured. “They’re being cleaned. It will take a while. In the meantime, drink this.” He pressed the glass into her hands, his own covering her slender fingers for the briefest moment so she flushed.

He was keeping her
warm
,
he reminded himself. This was all platonic.

“What is it?” She immediately countered, eying the amber liquid skeptically so he couldn’t help a small smirk.

“Poison.” Her eyes jerked to his in alarm a moment before he sighed, shaking his head. “It’s whiskey, Cadence. It will warm you.”

“But…I’m warm.” She managed lowly, even as her trembling betrayed her. Demyan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He had to wonder if she really
had
warmed enough from the bath and she was trembling because he intimidated her, or if she was still chilled. There were a few ways he could find out, but he chose to get directly to the point – it would be better for her health.

“Cadence, if you don’t drink, I swear I’ll do what you fear I will.” At his thinly veiled threat, the young woman stiffened before him, her eyes widening slightly. She clutched her glass of whiskey tightly between her hands as she stared up at him, her full mouth slightly parted in shock.

And in that instant, Demyan wished to God that he hadn’t let her rile him. He should have left her in the room to warm up on her own and gotten back to the Kremlin – explain what happened to Osip in person. That would have been the best policy.

Instead, he found himself repulsed by the idea of leaving her shivering in the city center by herself. He was a cold man, he knew – but not that cold.

Staring down into her honey colored eyes, Demyan’s shoulders tightened. If she was so frightened of him, why on
earth
did she look at him like that? Like she wanted him to do nothing more than to carry her to bed and have his way with her?

“I’m…” She swallowed thickly, her hands tightening on the drink she held. “I’m not afraid of you, Demyan.” Cadence’s words came out in the barest whisper, her eyes never leaving his, and the statuesque man felt his dark slacks tightening.

“You should be.” His words came out in a dangerous, low growl that spoke of the fire she was toying with. How, he asked himself for the millionth time, had the US government sent someone as completely unassuming as Cadence Freedman to Russia by herself? He kept expecting her to be eaten alive.

By all that was holy,
he
wanted to be doing the eating. “Why?”

At her inquiry, he restrained a groan. “
Drink
.”

At his pointed command, she finally lifted the glass to her mouth to take a small sip. The way her eyes slid closed as she appreciated the slow burn of the liquor had him snatching the glass from her the moment she finished to set on the nearest available surface. When Demyan jerked her into his arms, she didn’t resist. Instead, she reached for him, drawing his face down so that he could kiss her.

And unleashed the beast.

With a low groan, his hands slid under her thighs to lift her against him as he backed her against the nearest wall. Cadence inhaled sharply against his mouth as the motion trapped her between the length of his body and the unyielding surface at her back. His mouth devoured hers without heed, kissing and sucking at her lips until she was moaning and undulating against him.

One of Demyan’s long fingered hands slid beneath her robe to find the curve of her bare behind as he parted her thighs to press his heavy erection between them. Though he was still entirely clothed, he might as well be naked. The heat of even Cadence’s chilled body scorched him, and he wanted nothing more than to be consumed.

“Are you scared now?” He demanded roughly against her throat as he nipped at it sharply enough to make her cry out softly. His hold on her thighs was almost bruising as he ground himself unabashedly against the sensitive flesh between her legs – flesh that was already darkening the material of his slacks.

To his surprise, the young woman’s fingers merely curled into his shoulders as she scrabbled at them in an attempt to bring him even closer. “No.” The single, breathless word escaped her a moment before he scowled darkly, releasing her for just long enough to let her curvaceous form slide down his body so she could stand on her own shaky legs.

Without a word, Demyan yanked at the belt of her robe until it came free in his hands. That done, he pushed the silky material off her shoulders to pool on the floor, leaving her completely naked before him.

As ravenous as he was, the tall man had to stop for a long moment and stare.

She was utterly breathtaking. The grainy picture from the cameras in the manor hadn’t done her nearly enough justice. Long, well-formed limbs that were just the slightest bit muscular, powerful thighs and high, full breasts topped with blackberry colored nipples that all but begged for his attention…That long, slender neck supporting a glorious head of curls, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath…those bright eyes looking up at him with a mixture of trepidation and desire…

Cursing lowly in Russian, Demyan fell upon her. His mouth found hers again hungrily and Cadence shivered, groaning as he pressed her back against the wall for the second time in as many minutes. He took her lower lip between his teeth to suckle almost brusquely a moment before his mouth fell to the line of her throat to kiss and nip hungrily. His hands found the full warmth of her breasts to cup indulgently, and he kneaded and plucked at their weight until she was squirming – the most intoxicating sounds tearing from her throat.

She was
so
responsive. He hadn’t yet put his mouth to her and already she writhed beneath his fingertips.

“
Mmm
...” He bit gently at the place where her neck and shoulder met, the harder on the line of her shoulder itself as he tugged at her pebbled nipples. “You’re a brave woman, Miss Freedman.” He murmured his admiration against her collarbone before his tongue dipped into the hollow just south of it, making her gasp. “Perhaps I should reward you.”

When his mouth touched the underside of a breast, a soft, almost choked moan escaped her. She jerked slightly and he growled, taking a firm hold of her hips to pin her in place against the wall. “Don’t make me change my mind,
milyi
.” He warned lowly, between hot presses of his mouth over the crest of her bosom. “I would be upset to be interrupted.” When he finally captured a straining nipple between his teeth, she gasped, her fingers immediately rising to tunnel through his hair almost roughly.

Demyan returned the gesture in kind, mouthing the hard bead of flesh between his lips roughly, teasing it with his teeth and tongue until Cadence arched against him with a loud whimper. The Russian man slid a large hand down over her flat belly – lower and lower still – until he found the small nest of dark curls between her thighs.

As he suckled, hard, on the tip of her breast, he dipped long fingers between and groaned lowly when he found her not only moist, but
drenched
in desire for him. Her lower lips were so slick that he parted them easily, his thumb quickly finding the engorged bead of her clit to rub gently.

Almost immediately, the dark-skinned woman jerked against him, her stomach muscles tightening as a low cry escaped her. Her body quaked against his and her eyes slid closed as she gasped for breath.

Were it not for the sudden gush of moisture between her legs, Demyan might not have been able to believe his eyes.

He released her nipple only reluctantly to look up at her reddening face as Cadence tried vainly to regain her breath. Her eyes gleamed in the unmistakable aftermath of her climax as she looked past him, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Oh,
kukla
…” He straightened with a wicked smile, cupping her face she was forced to meet his gaze. When her cheeks flushed even redder, he chuckled darkly. “I have barely
touched
you…” As if to demonstrate, the hand that remained between her legs began to move again, two fingers sliding into her as his thumb teased her clit in an aching, feather-light caress. Cadence gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she shuddered at his foray. “
Nyet
.” He stopped her with a single word in Russian that had her eyes snapping open quickly in surprise. “
Look at me
.” He demanded lowly, his intense green gaze never leaving hers as his fingers undulated within her. “I want to see you do it again.”

Cadence began to shake her gorgeous head, her damp curls swinging about her shoulders as her lips parted on what might have been a protest.

Demyan would never know for sure. What he
did
know was what when he curled his fingers upwards within her to find a soft, particularly vulnerable spot among her quivering feminine muscles, a shuddering moan escaped her and her hands dropped to his shoulders to curl into the muscle there firmly. She gasped, her eyes going half lidded, as he stroked her with small, crooking motions of the digits within her, and he growled at the glorious sight. “Eyes
open
,
kukla
.”

She did her best – her hazel eyes captured threateningly in his own gaze as he touched her, stroked her, and
pleasured
her. This time, he was treated to the way she bit her lips, the hitching way she swallowed as she struggled against the ecstasy he brought her.

In a single, jealous instant, he wondered how many other men had seen her this way – how many had lain with her and drank in the glorious sounds she made as she was urged over the precipice of her orgasm. If anything, she came even faster this time than the first. Demyan had barely teased her for a full minute before she was clutching at him desperately, calling his name as her lower muscles clenched powerfully around his eager fingers.

By the time she finished shaking, she was all but dripping onto the carpet.

Delicious
.

He lowered his mouth to hers, catching her short breaths of exertion against his lips. His hand left the minute expanse of her waist to return to her breast, brushing over the tip of a nipple so her knees quivered and nearly buckled.

And when he finally spoke, there was no mercy in his low tone. “
Again
.”

Cadence’s eyes widened as she tore her mouth from his in shock. “
Demyan!
” But the protest was swallowed up by a moan as he began moving lithe digits once more, this time obliging the sweet tightness of her with long, languid thrusts that made her shiver. When she said his name again, it came out on a pleading whimper. “Demyan…
please…I can’t
…”

“You can,” He rasped lowly, his eyes fixed on her flushed cheeks and heaving breasts. “And you will. Until I’m satisfied.” This, he decided, was her punishment. For refusing the first time he’d asked. For torturing him with thoughts of her luscious, nude form lounging in his guest bedroom. He would make her come until she was absolutely boneless – until she
knew
what she did to him – and only then would he indulge his own desire.

The next time he went slower, stroking her inside and outside at an excruciatingly languid pace until she was all but begging him to finish it. He silenced her with his mouth on hers, drinking in her cries as he quickened the rhythm of his fingers until she came with a low, decadent curse against his mouth, her curvaceous form slumping against his.

But Demyan was far from finished with her. He scooped her into his arms to carry over to the plush bed in the center of the room. No sooner had he laid her on it than he took hold of her thighs, dragging her to the edge of the mattress so her legs dangled over it helplessly. In a smooth motion, he knelt before her, tugging her knees over his shoulders as his mouth found and sucked eagerly at the leavings from her prior climaxes on her inner thighs.

Cadence groaned, her fingers pressing desperately against his temples as she attempted to ward him away. But Demyan was having none of it. He wanted to taste her sweetness – and he wanted to hear her scream. He caught both of her wrists in one of his hands, holding them aloft as he used his other to part her thighs brusquely.

To his merit, he toyed with her little. Demyan’s tongue travelled over her glistening slit in a long, hungry lap before he fastened onto the tiny bead of her arousal and sucked gently – drawing a glorious shriek from her. When he lay his mouth flush against her to taste every crevasse of her femininity, it didn’t take long to reduce her to gasps and moans of pleasure. She bucked, writhed and struggled to escape him, even as her hips arched hungrily against his lips. Demyan devoured her with the ferocity of a starving man, drinking in her helpless cries as he acquainted himself with exactly what garnered the best response from her. At a flick of his tongue against her clit, she gasped. When he sucked at it powerfully, she cried his name; and when he finally slid his tongue into her clenching passage, she came apart with his name on her lips, pleading for mercy.

The Russian man kissed over her trembling thighs leisurely, enjoying the musky flavor against his tongue. While a part of him was sorely tempted to remain between her legs for the rest of the afternoon, seeing her take her pleasure so many times had not left him unaffected.

Licking his fingers deliberately, Demyan straightened to gaze down at the gloriously breathless woman on the coverlet before him. Any and all traces of trepidation she might have had were completely gone – replaced by a glow of fulfilled desire that only made him want her more.

His eyes never leaving hers, he worked quickly at the buttons on his shirt, almost popping them in his haste to undo them. Within a trice, he had shed both it and his t-shirt and was busy working on his belt when the tentative touch of slender fingers against his chest brought him back to the matter at hand.

Cadence was sitting up. She slid to the edge of the bed so that his body was cradled between her damp thighs and stared up at him reverently as she ran her hands across the wide expanse of bare flesh.

Though Demyan was used to women staring at him with lust in their eyes, he didn’t think a woman had ever looked at him like
that
. Like she would be completely content just to touch
him
for hours on end – to explore him just as thoroughly as he had explored her. For a long moment, he simply watched her as she rose onto shaking knees to lean forward and press her mouth to his shoulder.