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I think it might, though. There’s a strain in his tone that makes me feel as though he’s fighting his desires as well. There’s also something pressed into my hip that tells me for certain he is.

“Please?”

We’re practically alone on the plane. It’s sort of a private little cabin back here, with sliding doors that have been pulled across to give us our space. We could do it, right here, right now. We could finally give into what we’ve been trying to avoid. The universe won’t let us avoid it, anyway. No matter how many times we have tried to do the right thing, make the sensible choice, put my education first… but fate won’t leave us alone.

“We keep doing everything properly, but it doesn’t help. I want to be improper.”

He growls, and I am briefly reminded that he is pretty much a stranger in so many ways. I feel myself responding to that realization with another rush of arousal because now I know that this is wrong. Truly, deeply wrong in every way something can be wrong.

That just makes me want it more.

I need him.

Something inside me has flipped, an internal switch that controlled a set of hormones, desires, and thoughts I have never experienced with this intensity before.

I need to be fucked. I need it so badly there is no part of me that is not entirely consumed with desire.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he growls. “Control yourself.”

“What if I can’t?” I breathe the question, though it’s not really a question. I have never had much in the way of self-control, and I have even less now. “What if I need you to control me?”

He lets out another one of those soft snarls, and I watch his handsome, masculine face take on the expression of a pure predator. He is fighting his urges just as much as I am, if not more. His hands tighten on my hips, and I feel the thick rod of his cock hard against my thigh as I squirm to look at him.

“Don’t you want me?” I whimper the question. “Are you taking me to Russia just to ignore me?”

“You’re not ignorable in any sense at all,” he says. “But it’s not safe to do this here. We cannot do it on the plane.”

It has to be on the plane. It has to benow.I am so wet I can barely stand it.

I sit back, slightly away from him, pouting. I never thought of myself as being spoiled, but I know that I need to get what I want this fucking instant.

“What are we going to do once we get there?”

“I am going to take you as my mate,” he says, running his hand along the length of my thigh. His touch does nothing to settle my desire. If anything it ignites my desires all the more. “Because you are mine, and have been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. You are my mate, decided by fate, so be patient, because there will come a time when you wish I would fuck you less.”

“Never,” I say. “That would never happen.”

My arousal is so intense for this Russian alpha who was fated to be my mate from long before I was born. The egg that made me was inside my mother when they knew one another all those years ago. That’s weird to think about. Weird enough that it keeps me from trying to fuck him for another two minutes at least. A hundred and twenty seconds of reprieve, and then I slide my hand down my leg and brush my hand over the thick head of his cock. It is safely ensconced in his pants, but his erection is prominent enough that I know exactly what I am touching.

I’ve never been this forward before in my life, but I know I need his dick in a way I’ve never needed anything. He’s like oxygen for me, something I absolutely have to have.

He lets out a growl of barely contained desire.

“Please,” I whimper as he swats my hand away. The back of my hand is tingling, but I don’t even yelp. I just go back to reaching again. Alexei grabs both my hands and pulls them behind my back, holding me by the wrists. The motion thrusts my chest out, makes my breasts very prominent as I once more wriggle on his lap.

Alexei

She won’t stop this until I mate her. I know she can’t help herself right now. I can barely contain my own impulses. I have waited for years to find her. At times, I thought I might never find my mate, and now I have her in my arms. Well, as much as I can have her in my arms while restraining her from getting herself fucked and rutted like an animal on this plane.

I have a bedroom laid out for her at my palace in Russia. There is a bed covered in white rose petals, white satin sheets ready for her deflowering. I want her first time to be magical—and I want it to be contained. I want the pack to be around us, though at a respectful distance. I want her first transformation to be something joined in by the pack. She should run with those who will give their lives for her if necessary the first time she becomes her true self.

“Please, please,” she whimpers, rubbing herself against me like a feral cat in heat. Well, maybe not like one, maybe precisely the same as one. Sheisan animal in heat. I can smell her from here, the sweet scent of female arousal absolutely suffusing the cabin.

“Can we turn the air filtering up?” I call out to the hostess.

Anya loses patience and bites my neck, hard. Hard enough to spark pain and irritation. Hard enough to make me grab her in turn and sink my teeth into her neck too. I am not as uncontrolled. I am much more deliberate and careful. I nibble and I lick and I let her writhe her neat little ass in my lap.

She’s half my age, sweet, nubile, and absolutely desperate for my dick.

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