Midnight Sanctuary (Bugrov Bratva #2)(71)

“Our childhood,” Nikolai calls over. “You don’t have exclusive rights over those stories, you know.”

“Maybe not, but I do have exclusive rights over this room. And I’d like to be alone with Alyssa now.”

“Uri!” Alyssa snaps at me. “Don’t be rude. Nikolai, it’s fine—you can stay.”

That annoys me as much as anything else. Nikolai just shrugs. “All good. I’ll leave you to Sir Sunshine here. If you need an escape from all his warm optimism, just give me a ring.”

Alyssa giggles but tries to suppress it behind a cough. The moment the door pulls shut, I turn to her. She reads my face and rolls her eyes at once. “He was kidding, Uri.” Reaching out to me, she asks, “Can you walk that grumpy face over here, please? If not, I’m coming over there.”

Sighing, I go to her bedside. She’s dressed in white sweatpants and a matching sweater. But as comfortable as she looks, it just doesn’t fit. Nice though it may be, there’s no escaping the fact that we’re stuck in a hospital room. She should be back home, in my room, in my bed, where she belongs.

As I get to her, she takes my hand. “I spoke to Lev and Polly earlier. They’re a little bummed that I have to stay here.”

“That makes three of us.”

“The next few weeks will fly by. And anyway, you and Nikolai will keep me company, right?”

“Babysitting is definitely more his speed, but Nikolai has shit to do.”

She narrows her eyes. “Will you stop being such an ass about your brother?”

“I didn’t realize you were so protective of him.”

“Well, I am,” she retorts firmly. “The same as I am with Polly and Lev. The only difference is you don’t revert to a moody, hyper-jealous teenage boy around those two. That’s reserved for Niko. It’s giving me unnecessary anxiety, Uri.”

She squeezes my hand to really lay it on thick, but I scowl and pull my fingers away from her. “I’ll go easy on him when he stops flirting with my woman.”

“Flirting?” she repeats. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It’s typical Nikolai bullshit. He’s always wanted what I have.”

Instead of responding, Alyssa’s face spreads in a slow, subtle smile. An in-joke kind of smirk that makes my hackles rise. “The hell is so funny?” I grumble.

“The whole jealousy thing is kinda cute.” She pokes the back of my hand where it’s lying on top of her sheets. “Definitely a turn-on.”

“I’m not jealous of anyone. Least of all my brother.”

“Mhmm,” she murmurs pointedly, dancing her hands up my chest. She doesn’t sound like she believes me in the least. At this point, I don’t even believe myself.

Snarling in irritation, I grab the back of her neck and push her flat on her back. Her startled little gasp is cut off when I press my lips down onto hers, kissing her hard and heavy until she’s completely breathless.

“Oh my,” she gasps when I finally let her up for air. “Where did that come from?”

“You are driving me crazy,” I growl. “That’s where that came from.”

She smiles coquettishly. “Crazy, huh? Poor man… the things you have to go through.” She pushes at the buttons of my shirt with her finger and the possessive beast in me roars to life.

What better way of leaving my mark on her than fucking her senseless? Except, of course, for the little problem standing between us and an epic fuck. Or more specifically, the two little problems standing between us and an epic fuck.

And yet…

Rough sex may be off the table. But a little fooling around might not hurt.

I grab her legs and reel her in towards me. “Uri!” she yelps. She tries to sit up but I keep a tight grip on her ankles and lock them around my waist. “Uri!”

Before she can do anything else, I slip my hand inside of her sweats and right into her panties. She lets out a strangled gasp that dies beautifully on her lips, her eyes going wide as my fingers slide inside of her.

“U-Uri… the d-door. It’s open. Anyone can walk… right… aah…”

She collapses onto the bed as I work her tight little pussy. She can whine and protest all she wants, but the wetness slicking my fingers is singing a completely different song.

“What are you… mmm… doing to me…?” she moans, trying to push me away and trying to pull me deeper all at the same time.

I bend low to blanket her with my body. “I’m trying to show you exactly who you belong to,” I growl in her ear. “Tell me, my little thief, who do you belong to?”

“Y-you,” she gasps. “Only you.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“You!”

I smile wickedly. “That’s more like it.”

She starts riding her hips on my hand. I add a second finger and a third. She’s got her own fingers wrapped around my wrist and clamped tight. It’d take the jaws of fucking life to pull me out of her right now.

Spicy little kiska.

And she’s all fucking mine.

“Mmm… oh God, Uri, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… aah…”

Her juices flow over my fingers and I watch her face light up and tremble from the euphoria of her orgasm. There’s nothing quite as gorgeous as Alyssa’s face drenched in the heat of pleasure and satisfaction.