Mistletoe and the Alpha's Sin

IVA VOLKOV The knock sounded distant at first, and I blinked awake, my mind foggy from the medication they had given me earlier at the clinic. My throat felt dry, and the dull ache in my back reminded me of the truth I had been trying so hard to forget. The nock came again, louder this time, and I groaned as I pushed myself upright, wincing at the stiffness in my limbs. “Nik?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes, wondering why he wasn't getting the door. My voice sounded rough, half-asleep, and half-broken, but there was no sign of him, and I realized he must have gone out. Perhaps to pick up Akari from daycare. Sitting upright, I yelled. “All right, I’m coming." I dragged the blankets off me and shivered the moment my feet touched the floor, feeling like I was moving through water. My fingers fumbled with the lock, only now asking myself who it might be, as I had not expected anyone and Nik had not mentioned expecting anyone either. But the thoughts stilled the moment I ripped open the door. How? My breath caught painfully in my lungs, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. My knees wavered instead, making me grip the doorframe to steady myself. “H–How… how are you he-” I began, but the words died in my throat as the man I never thought I'd ever see again sprang forward. I stumbled backward, but I was too slow, and his hand found the back of my neck. “Le-" was all I managed before his lips crashed into mine. I froze, my mind screaming no before pressing my palms against his chest in a last-ditch effort to get away, to keep the promise I made to myself all those years ago. Gasping into the kiss, I tried to push him back. “Lev-no-stop-we-” But the sound disappeared against his mouth the moment his scent flooded my soul… so familiar... so dangerous. My heartbeat roared in my ears. How could I resist when his lips moved against mine as if they owned me, as if no time had passed, as if he still remembered how to make me unravel? My body betrayed me, and the fight that had sparked within flickered weakly. My fists, once pushing or attempting to push him away, curled into the fabric of his shirt instead. “We… we can't…” I whispered into the kiss, but it came out broken and powerless. Because while my mind begged me to stop, pushing with all its might, my body leaned in. It remembered him, and it wanted him so badly it hurt. I yielded to his touch as his arms wrapped around me, strong and sure like I remembered. Everything I had sworn to forget swept in like a torrent, and I surrendered. My shoulders slumped, my lips softened, and I kissed him back. “I missed you so much.” His low, husky voice against my lips sent shivers down my spine, and I let the world slip away as I reconnected our lips in another fiery kiss. He lifted me off the floor, and a moan escaped my lips as he tumbled onto the sofa with me on his lap. Our bodies molded together, and his hands reached for my back and undid my wrinkled dress that I had gotten into bed with. The fabric pooled around my waist, and my back arched of its own accord, feeling his hands move to my breasts. His thumbs drew circles around my already erect n*****s, and my hands gripped the sides of his shirt as his lips continued their sweet torture, moving from my neck to my jawline and then back to my lips. The kiss was tender, intense, sweet, and fiery all at once, and our breathing turned labored as I began to grind my hips against his. Before I knew it, my hands were feeling for the buttons on his shirt, the heat between my legs fiery as his hands slid to mine, assisting me in removing it. His hands slid to my hips, and my moans grew louder, feeling my p***y clench at the contrast of his hands and lips on my breasts. He firmly held, squeezing as he sent ripples of pleasure down my spine. I gripped the soft leather tighter, arching my back once more as he began to lick and blow on my areola, making me shudder. “Nikola,” the deepest part of me that still had some sense left, echoed one last desperate cry. “What if he comes back and walks in on you like this?” It asked, but instead of answers, instead of heeding the warning, I let myself drown completely in the unspoken hunger that consumed me. It wasn't long before I felt my juices flow as I continued grinding against his bulge and realized his pants needed to come off. Breaking the kiss, I got off of him, and he knew exactly what to do as if he could read my mind. He undid his pants and took them off, while I did the same with my dress, which was still bunched at the waist. Without missing a beat, I straddled him and reconnected our lips as I lowered myself onto him, causing him to groan. A breathy moan ripped through my own chest, and my nails dug into his shoulders as his c**k stuffed me full. His hands moved to my hips as I began to move, guiding me while his lips worked on the sweet spot on my neck, coaxing another series of breathy moans. The world faded, leaving only the pulsating rhythm of our hearts, our heavy breaths, our moans, and the intoxicating touch of our caresses. Moving like a woman possessed, I picked up the pace, leaning forward and grinding harder, feeling like I was about to explode. "f**k!" he groaned, throwing his head back as my lips found his neck, then moved to his ear, nibbling on it as I rode him with renewed vigor, our bodies pressed together. My body trembled, but just then he flipped us over, laying me on my back on the sofa and getting onto his knees. Parting my legs, he held them in place while devouring my p***y like a hungry beast, and I gripped the sofa, my nails poking holes into the soft fabric. My breath turned ragged, my vision blurring as he licked and sucked me out of my senses. Desperate, filthy cries tore through my chest as an orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me panting. But the sound died in my throat as he flipped me over again, bringing me to my knees. My fingers dug into the soft material again as he slid his hard c**k into my soaked p***y in one motion, knocking the air out of my lungs. "Le-v!" Crying out his name, the world spun. I had no idea where I ended and he began. All I knew was the ache in my chest, his touch, and the desperate pull I couldn't escape. “I mis-se-d you too. I miss-ed you so mu-ch!” I confessed, holding him tighter before another desperate cry tore through me as I came undone once more. But instead of his voice came one that shattered the haze. “Iva!” It cut through the haze like a blade, and my eyes flew open. “Iva, hey-” Hands gripped my shoulders, and everything dissolved like smoke. Nikola stood over me, hands still holding me firmly, concern clouding his brown eyes. His jaw was tense, his breathing slightly heavy, like he had been calling me for a while. “Iva." His voice was softer now, and I blinked, trying to separate the dream from reality, the taste of it all still lingering on my lips, haunting me. “I… I was dreaming.” I muttered groggily, and Nik nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes," he said, letting me go. “You were dreaming about your brother again.”