Page 3 of Chained Fate
I shake my head.“No.I’m fine.Well… not fine, but you know.”
“Yeah.”His face tightens, even as he gently rubs his palm up and down my arm.“I know.”
I stare up at him, the peculiar impulse to touch him returning.I want to kiss the hard, grim line of his lips and smooth the new lines of tension bracketing his mouth, to trace my knuckles over the uncompromising line of his jaw and run my fingertips over the rough, dark stubble on his cheeks.
Though by all rights, he’s still my adversary, it no longer feels like it.It feels like we’re a team, like we’re in this together… because even though I’m the one who’s sick, he’s suffering too.
I can see it, and it hurts me—and I don’t understand why.
The rhythm of his breathing alters, his dark eyes heating up.As always, he can sense the fatal weakness within me, the way I’m drawn to him against my will.And this time, it’s not purely physical, this urge that’s growing within me.It’s something deeper, more resonant… more dangerous.
I should run from it.I should fight it with all my might.But I can’t—if only because I’m saving all the fight in me for the upcoming battle for my life.Or at least that’s the excuse I’ll tell myself later, when I’m beating myself up for what I’m about to do.
Forthis.
I grip his face between my palms, rise up onto my tiptoes, and press my lips to his.
Chapter2
Alexei
For the first few moments, I’m convinced that I’ve fallen asleep on the plane and am now caught in a nightmare that’s taken a sudden turn into a wet dream.What else can explain the fact that Alina’s soft lips are pressed to mine, her tongue venturing boldly into my mouth while her delicate hands cradle my face, even as the two doctors stand right outside the thin wall of this changing room, waiting to perform an MRI that will confirm her deadly diagnosis?
But no.No dream has ever felt this real.Not to mention, my head still feels like it’s been run over by a tank, the lack of sleep a leaden weight on every cell in my body.
No, scratch that.Not every cell.A bunch of cells are definitely alert and defying gravity.And as more blood rushes in that direction, igniting the violent fire that always burns in me for this woman, I forget all about said lack of sleep and our unfortunate location.
Because my Alinyonok is kissing me.
Kissing and touching me of her own accord.
A low growl rumbles in my chest, and I kiss her back, fiercely, savagely, gripping her hips hard.I try to be gentle, I really fucking do, but she makes it impossible.Instead of being passive and pliant in my embrace, she tears at my clothes, pushing at me with all the strength in her slender frame.I let her push me where she wants, and my back hits the metal doors of the lockers with a clang.The loud sound should’ve brought us to our senses, but nothing can penetrate the bubble of heat and madness encasing us—and certainly not once she unzips my pants and slips her hand inside, curling it around my throbbing dick while her mouth is still glued to mine.
That’s the point at which I lose it.Or maybe I passed that point long ago.Perhaps when I first saw her.All I know is that as her slender fingers squeeze my shaft and begin to stroke up and down, my balls draw up tight and my vision blurs, my labored breaths roaring in my ears.My hands act of their own accord, lifting her up against me and shoving aside her underwear as she wraps her long legs around my hips.And then… fuuuck.Oh, fuck.My nerve endings buzz with electrifying tension as my cock sinks into her wet, hot, silky flesh, sliding in so deep that she cries out, momentarily breaking our kiss.
I groan too, trying to slow down, to hold on to any semblance of control, but as always, it is futile.She’s back to kissing me—devouring me, in fact—and I am burning up, overtaken by the dark heat of it, the sheer fucking madness.I don’t know what this is, why she’s suddenly initiating sex when she’s always claimed not to want me, but I don’t fucking care.Thisis how I’ve always known it could be between us; this feral hunger is what I’ve always sensed in her.
She’s as desperate for me as I am for her, and for once, she’s not fighting it.She’s not fightingme.Instead, the current battle is between our bodies.Her tight, wet flesh clamps down on my cock as she rides me with all she’s got, milking me, trying to make me explode, whereas I’m trying to prolong this, to draw out the ecstasy prickling my spine, to makeherexplode first.And then… fuck!I throw my head back as I lose—and win.
We come together, my guttural groan blending with her cry as we reach the peak and go over it, the pleasure crashing over us with a violence that leaves us both drained and shaking, our harsh breaths audible in the small room.
I don’t know what I expect in the aftermath.Or maybe I do.Because with Alina, it’s always one step forward, two steps back.Not to mention she’s likely embarrassed that we were almost certainly overheard.But she surprises me.As our bodies separate, instead of pulling away and acting like I’ve just done something monstrous to her, Alina lays her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around my waist, leaning against me, letting me embrace her for another minute.
Letting us both pretend that this is the start of something new and wonderful, that everything is going to be all right.
And it will be.I’m determined to make it so.To that end… I gently pull away and lift her chin with the crook of my fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze.“Ready for the scan?”
She nods, biting her puffy-from-our-kisses lips.But then she grimaces wryly and looks down at herself.“Actually… I think I could use a quick trip to the restroom first.”
Because my cum is dripping down her legs.Of course.I could use some cleanup too.I glance down at my cock, still wet from being inside her, and then I tuck it back into my pants and zip up.
I need to order us both a change of clothes, pronto.
The two doctors avert their gazes as we emerge from the dressing room.“Where is the bathroom?”I ask coolly.
Fasseau clears his throat.“There’s one by the reception area and one back there.I can take your wife to one, and Dr.Ingels will escort you to the other.”
Alina is already hurrying past me to the indicated bathroom by the reception, her face pink as she avoids looking at either of the doctors.Fasseau goes after her, and I let Ingels show me where the other bathroom is.
