Second Assault — Bond And Treason —

Chapter 28 - "I Need You to Love Me"

ALEXEI

Arriving back at the base, I am completely exhausted but at the same time, excessively satisfied with

our discovery. I can't wait to start building the plan to finally deal with Dimitri Zhukovski after all these

years. My revenge is so close that I can taste it. I get out of the truck and watch the sunset on the

horizon. My body feels heavy and stiff and all I want to do is go to my bedroom, curl up in bed with

Xander and sleep soundly, covered by the heat of his body, next to mine.

With that thought in mind I start a speedy walk through the base, the men make the change of guard

and to my relief, no one stops me for any matter that requires my attention. Xander is probably upset,

after all, I assured him I wouldn't take long and that's precisely what I did. But I wanted to make sure I

got a good look before leaving, I needed to gather so much detail so that I could put together a fairly

accurate guide with the least margin of error.

I tried to call him on the number of the new phone I gave him, but he didn't pick up, and he didn't do it

through the bond either. Now I'm worried that he's pissed off. Once I am in front of the door, I hold the

knob in my hand and inhale a deep breath, building up my courage before turning it and going into our

nest. He is there, standing beside the small bedside table, with the dim light of the lamp illuminating his

body. But his hair is different now.

His thick, abundant locks are now a beautiful, dazzling blond. Despite the soft lighting, the threads

shine brightly, accentuating the delicate features of the face and highlighting the beautiful eyes. He also

changed his earrings, replacing the black rings with silver ones, with a long chain hanging from them.

He looks hot as hell. I feel my dick hardening rapidly, creating a noticeable lump in my pants. I hold the

breath, trying to organize my thoughts.

«Imagine something horrible, Alexei», I think, in desperation to temper my growing excitement. «Think

of Yaakov naked», I repeat over and over in my mind.

—Well? — he asks, a little uncertain —. Do you like it?

—Like it? — I can't believe he asked me that question —. Are you kidding? — He looks down at his

feet with a pained expression, obviously misinterpreting my words, so I rush to continue —. Kitty, I love

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He glances up again with an expression of stunned amazement, before a big, bright smile is drawn on

those plump, spongy lips that I adore so much.

«Bad thoughts, Alexei. Yaakov naked... Yaakov naked...».

—Really?

—Come — I extend the arms and he rushes at me, purring with delight —. Of course I do, kitty. I do not

need to lie to you.

—I was a bit insecure — closes the eyes and, in small circular movements, brushes his cheek on my

chest, sighing with joy —. From black to blonde is a big step, but I liked the result.

—Me too. You look incredibly sexy — I whisper in his ear and he shudders —. And where did the idea

pop up?

—Lev — tilts the head back to stare at me —. At first, it was a resounding no from me, but I

underestimated his powers of persuasion.

—I should have known it was his idea. After he managed to learn, many of the henchmen were his

guinea pigs. He once created a rainbow in Nikon's hair and it was a disaster — Xander laughs and the

sound is the most beautiful melody to my ears.

I can't express the emotion or the delight I gain from knowing that that bastard did not succeed in

destroying Xander's spirit. I never doubted his strength or his will, but we must admit that it is not easy

to face everything he has gone through and to have done it alone.

The premature death of his mother, his grandmother, life in the boarding school, the conflicts and

dangers of his work.

All without a shoulder on which he could cry in grief or comfort his heart when needed. My admiration

for him reaches to the sky and now I'm here to give myself to him in whatever way he wants me to. I

have no words to describe the relief I get from realizing that he's still Xander after all. My Xander.

—So, you'll tell me? — requests, after a few seconds of silent hugging —. I want to know what you

discovered, Magnus — slightly bulging his lower lip —. I'm a cat, curiosity is in my veins by nature.

—Do I have to remind you what happens to kittens because of that curiosity? — I smile, raising one

eyebrow.

—If you're trying to distract me, it won't work — pointing a finger at me —. I spent the whole day

tempted to watch the video and yet I didn't. I've been a good kitty, I deserve my reward — walks away

and crosses the arms over his chest, making the most exaggerated pout I've ever seen.

—Enough pouting — I laugh, as I head to the closet to undress, turning my back on him —. Tomorrow

I'll have a meeting with everyone, and then you'll find out.

—It's not fair. I want to know now, Magnus — I've just taken off my shirt and now I'm working on my belt

buckle.

—If you've already waited a day, you can wait a couple more hours — I release the button and roll

down the zipper, sliding the fabric down my legs, just a boxer preventing my complete nudity —. The

meeting will be early, so you don't have to worry.

Quiet. The room is so silent that I can only hear my breathing. I thought he might have left, but I still

feel his presence. So I turn around to see him.

—Xan... — the look I perceive on his face is one of dense, suffocating desire, the eyes devouring every

inch of my body and I remain static in my position, my lungs forgot how to work again —. Der...? — I

conclude in a low gasp, feeling for the first time in my life... Defenseless.

He lifts an eyebrow and stares at me and, if I had doubts before, I can now confirm it. He observes me

as if there were nothing around us, and I get so caught up in him, that the same feeling blossoms in my

chest. My pulse quickens and my cock starts to wake up, standing out noticeably through my

underwear. Damn it, I miss so much feeling his body panting, blushing and needy underneath mine,

screaming my name and digging the nails into my back as I possess him. «Control, Alexei», I think

helplessly.

Xander's reaction to my almost complete nakedness is normal, but that doesn't mean he's prepared to

take it to the next level. My wolf roars in my subconscious, desperate to claim him back, but I force it

and myself to think clearly, to dispel the cloud of lust suddenly created in our system and take a step

back.

—Magnus...

—I'll go take a shower — and get out so fast that, if I were a cartoon, I would have left the trail of

smoke behind.

I take off the last garment, placing it in the basket, but not before locking the door. I lean over the sink,

with my hands holding the edges tightly, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The tension in my body is

so much, that it feels like my muscles are going to explode, and my teeth are gnashing as I clench the

jaw so hard.

—Control, Alexei — I say to myself in the mirror —. Control yourself, it's not time yet — I close the eyes

and take several deep breaths, relieved to feel the excitement slowly fading away.

With a last breath I turn around, get into the bathroom and turn the faucet until the water temperature is

adjusted to be warm. I put the hands on the wall and let water slide down my body and help me relax.

Once I'm ready, I go outside, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying off quickly. It's not till I'm about

to start drying my hair too that I realize the mistake I made: I didn't bring any clothes. Fuck, in the rush

to get out of the bedroom, it didn't occur me to bring a couple of clothes so I could get dressed here at

once.

Resigned and annoyed by my stupidity, I tie a towel around my waist and get ready to go out. I hesitate

for a few seconds, but I gather courage and finally do it. And all my efforts go to shit when I see him.

He is lying on the stomach, wearing a small white T-shirt, exposing the milky skin on his arms and a

tight red underwear, which only makes his pompous, upturned ass stand out even more.

His now blond locks of hair are fluttering on the pillow and the cheeks are blushing and, on top of all

that hot, seductive image, I can smell his excitement from here. A knot is created in my throat as I

stand there, looking at his desirable and completely seductive body lying on the bed. My cock wakes

up so quickly that even I am amazed and creates a tent under the towel.

—Magnus... — looks at me under those beautiful eyelashes —. I want you — I take a step towards the

bed unsure and cursing my weakness in my head. My senses sharpen and I feel every drop of water

that falls from my hair and slips down my skin. I take another step and his lips open slightly, then give

way to the pink, wet tongue to moisten them.

I take another step and my heart is beating almost out of rhythm in my chest, each palpitation

resonating in my ears as Xander opens the legs a bit, leans on the knees and lifts the ass up in the air,

making the shirt slide down the back and the edge curl up to the level of the chest.

I approach further until my knees brush the fabric of the sheet that slips over the edge of the bed, my

body is wet with a mixture of clean sweat and water. My eyes sting as they change color, indicating that

my wolf is slowly taking control of the situation. At this point, Xander slips the fingers through the elastic

of the underwear and begins to pull it down until the garment reaches his thighs.

—Xander — I warn him, it surprises me how hoarse my voice is. My gaze follows the seductive

movement of the curve of his back, climbing up the neck, cheeks until I connect with his eyes, now a

translucent yellow hue —. Are you...? — I'm forced to clear my throat to continue —. Are you sure

about this? — He nods, opening wider the legs until the underwear, still at the level of the thighs,

prevents him from doing it more —. I need words, Xander — I insist —. I refuse to force you to do

something you're not ready for, just to satisfy me.

—It's not that, Magnus. I swear — he's standing on the hands to get up slightly —. I want you and I

miss feeling your desire for me. I want to give myself to you, I want to love you. But most of all... — he

pauses briefly —. I need you to love me — then, in a whisper so low that it destroys my strength, he

begs —. Help me to forget.

—I can love you without having to do this — he turns and crawls over the bed towards me. When he

manages to shorten the distance, he gets up on the knees and places the palms on my chest, which

goes up and down rapidly.

—You're shaking — whispers. His hands, through gentle caresses and delicate touches, now rest on

my neck —. Your pulse is racing — follows the slow course until he hollows out my cheeks —. And you

are warm and flushed — he bends over and kisses my mouth lightly, I clench the fists at my sides,

making a superhuman effort to restrain myself —. You need this as much as I do, Magnus. You want it,

but you think you'll hurt me.

—Can you blame me? — I mumble, but I don't mean to be rude —. I don't know if I'm in any control not

to, Xander.

—My love — smiles and kisses me again, but instead of withdrawing, murmurs over my lips —. You

could never hurt me by loving me — I close the eyes tightly, feeling his breath mingle with mine —. My

body, my heart, and my soul belong to you. Remember?

Panting, the meaning of his words hits me hard, making me feel complete, that I belong with him and

with no one else. I sense the tears being created and only there, I allow myself to wrap my arms

around his body and press it against me.

—I love you, Xander King — I mutter with my face sunken in his neck, feeling the humidity and warmth

of the tears on my cheeks —. I will love you until the last of my days, with all the strength and

dedication that my body can give you.

—Don't cry, my love — burying his fingers in my hair and pulling gently, causing me to separate from

his neck so I can watch him —. I love you too, Alexei Magnus — a sweet smile on his lips, pushing the

salty drops off my face —. Until the end of my days.

Our lips meet and the sensations we share through the kiss overwhelm me entirely. Our bond now

feels stronger than ever as our love grows in intensity. I love him, with such passion and proportion that

it is immeasurable. We slowly make our way back to bed, Xander lying on his back and me on top of

him, slipping between his legs. I'm only detached long enough to remove the shirt and throw it

somewhere in the room.

My hands begin to touch as much skin as I can reach, he moans in my mouth and his fingers hold

locks of my hair.

His sweet scent invades my nostrils and makes my world go round. The kiss is deep, full of desire, and

hungry for lust. My tongue sweeps inside him as he tries to give back as much as he receives. His full

lips suck up mine as the kiss progresses and my hard, throbbing cock roars to be free.

I part from his mouth and immediately attack his neck, making my way with wet kisses and delicate

strokes of my tongue on his silky skin. He arches the back, wanting to obtain more. When I bring one of

his nipples into my mouth, I suck it out and slowly massage it with my tongue, making more intense

groans escape from his half-open mouth. I stop and prepare to give the same attention to the other

needy button.

—Magnus... — his fingers digging into my shoulders as I remove the towel from my waist —. I need

you now, please — I hold the edge of his underwear and carefully remove it, my slow, loving

movements. His erection jumps out, the head red and wet from the pre-seminal fluid drops. The inside

of his thighs are wet from the lubricant and the sight makes me swallow thickly.

—How I missed seeing your body like this — I whispered, leaned over, and claimed his lips again

without waiting for a reply. I put a finger on his pink, pulsating entrance and massage the muscle ring

with circular motions.

He lifts the hip to meet the touch and that's when I slowly make my way inside him. I push it in and out

repeatedly, he gasps in my mouth and holds my arms tightly. By the time I stick in a second finger, his

waist leaps up and down, meeting every thrust of my hand. My muscles are stiff from the anticipation of

being inside him, but I need to prepare him well before trying.

—You're going to drive me crazy — tilts the head back, allowing me better access to bite, suck and kiss

him as I wish —. Please, Magnus... Just do it.

—Patience — a third finger accompanies my words, then he tightens up. I feel it clearly, he no longer

dances like the waves of the sea, but is stiff as a wooden doll —. A little more, kitty — I comfort, kissing

him deeply, with devotion, anxious to erase all those memories of the past that torments him.

I do this until he gradually melts, while the limbs lose their hardness, and the fingers I have inside him

are sucked in, dilating his narrowness. My tongue runs through his mouth, my lips suck him in, and with

that kiss I pour out every ounce of my love for him. And I know he feels it. I don't need our bond to

know for sure.

His body opening up, letting me in, offering himself, is the greatest revelation necessary to convince

me, something that even singing a thousand adorned words couldn't do. He's mine, I'm his, neither

Dimitri nor anyone else in the fucking world can change or erase that fact with fucking poisonous bites.

Never.

—If you go on like this, I don't think I'll be able to hold on much longer — whimpering, the melodious

sound oppressing my balls, wet locks from sweat adhering to his forehead. Gently I withdraw my

fingers once I think he's ready enough to take me. So I grab his legs and bring them up to his chest,

telling him to hold them in that position, then I take my erection, line it up, and start my way inside him.

—Shit — I grunt, my jaw clenched and my eyes half-open, admiring how my dick makes its way into his

tight opening.

—Yes, Magnus — howls and gasps, his crystalline eyes do not retreat from mine —. Take me, love me,

make me yours — whispers, voice full of emotion —. Help me to forget — begs in a sobbing and

fucking hell, it breaks me —. Remind me what it's like to be loved.

I bend over, letting our chests touch and kiss him, while he wraps the legs around my waist. At first I

move slowly, burying myself up to the base and enjoying the glorious sensation of being connected

again, in every way possible, to him.

Xander groans non-stop as my thrusts gradually accelerate and his nails leave marks on the skin of my

back. I already notice the warmth blossoming inside me. My dick swells, extending Xander's walls to

the maximum while I continue to penetrate him with precise and accurate movements, right at his

sweet spot.

—Magnus... My tail — his legs press even harder the grip —. Touch my tail — I bend backwards,

resting my weight on one arm, and with the other, I hold firmly the long, hairy muscle, which is waving

back and forth —. Yes! You... Only you — screams with passion. I lightly dig in my claws and massage

it from top to bottom. Xander arches so much that only the shoulders remain in the bed.

And that's when the orgasm takes over. With a liberating cry, long jets of his essence shoot out of his

cock, staining his belly, chest and part of mine in the process. His walls are so tight that I can't contain

myself any longer. I close the eyes, reaching the peak of ecstasy and my semen floods his interior in

abundance.

When I open my eyes again, Xander exposes his neck in submission. My wolf tears at my soul,

demanding to reclaim him again and without wanting to delay any longer, I dive into him and bury my

fangs in his tender skin. Immediately his taste invades my mouth and I growl, navigating the

devastating climax, as our bond grows more powerful.

It's perfect and wonderful. I calmly retract my fangs and lick the wound to close it.

Xander sighs contentedly, trapping my face with the hands to seal our lips again. We last a long time

like this, united and kissing, expressing our deep and intense love without words.

—I love you, Magnus — whispers when we finally split up. I smile, pointing a finger at my chest, at the

level of my heart. He smiles then too, his eyes saturated with a wonderful emotion, tears held back by

pure will. Then I place the palm on his chest, feeling the heartbeat adapting to mine.

—I love you too, kitty — I caress his nose with mine —. Until the end of my days.