In the Shadows (Metahuman Files Book 3)

by Hailey Turner

  Alexei gripped the base of his cock and guided it forward into Sean’s loosened hole. The feel of Sean’s body clamping down around the head of his cock made Alexei swear in Russian, the words a jumbled mess as he took a moment to just breathe. Sean was shaking against him, and he stroked a hand over his warm hip in a soothing manner.

  “Okay?” Alexei asked.

  Sean nodded jerkily, and Alexei wished he could see his face better. Slipping his hand lower, Alexei palmed Sean’s hard cock, stroking him lightly as he rocked his hips forward in a gentle push. Sean opened up more for him with a sharp little ah! that Alexei wanted to hear again. He pulled back slightly before rocking forward again, sliding deeper into that clenching heat.

  “Oh, fuck, Lyosha!” Sean cried out, turning his face into the pillow.

  Alexei took his time, rolling his hips in gentle circles as he opened Sean up on his cock, not stopping until his balls slapped against Sean’s ass and every last inch of him was buried inside Sean. He snaked an arm around Sean’s waist, pulling Sean flush against him. Alexei gritted his teeth as Sean clenched down on him, his cock throbbing against the pressure.

  He leaned back against the pillow, giving Sean some room to lie down at an angle. Alexei touched his hand to Sean’s chin, gently turning his head around. Sean looked at him with eyes more black than brown, mouth parted as he panted for breath. Alexei motioned at the mirror above them, watching as Sean automatically followed where he pointed.

  “Want you to watch,” Alexei said.

  He ran his hand down Sean’s chest, pinching a nipple before reaching for his right leg and hooking an arm underneath his knee. Alexei drew his leg up and out, opening him up so they could both see where they were joined in the mirror, Alexei’s cock stretching him wide open.

  Alexei met Sean’s gaze in the mirror, bracing them both as he drew out a couple of inches before thrusting back in. Sean’s eyes went wide, mouth opening on a cry as Alexei did it again, fucking into him with hard thrusts that had them rocking against each other in the mirror. Alexei drank in the sight of Sean in his arms, the way his cock disappeared into that wet hole over and over again. The sound of their skin slapping together was drowned out by the whimpering, broken moans falling from Sean’s mouth as Alexei fucked him.

  “You like?” Alexei asked a little breathlessly as he pulled Sean’s leg higher and thrust in hard, grinning at the shout it drew out of Sean.

  “Don’t stop,” Sean pleaded as he hooked an arm around Alexei’s shoulders.

  Alexei licked at his throat, sucking briefly on the purpling mark within range of his lips before changing course. He slowed the motion of his hips, grinding them against Sean’s ass as he kissed him with a biting intensity. Sean licked his way past Alexei’s teeth, gasping into his mouth as he rocked back against Alexei, grinding down on his cock.

  “You feel so good,” Sean confessed as Alexei pulled out and thrust back in again, breath catching in the back of his throat. “So fucking good.”

  “Watch,” Alexei growled as he picked up the pace again.

  Sean’s gaze met his in the mirror right as Alexei’s next thrust hit his prostate. Sean arched against him with a yell, shaking hard as Alexei did it again, and again. He could feel the muscles in Sean’s leg tense as he instinctively tried to close them again, but Alexei locked his arm, keeping Sean right where he wanted him for both their pleasures. Sean dropped his head back, chest heaving as he cried out again from another hard thrust. His cock bobbed in the air, forgotten by them both as Alexei fucked him hard enough to make the bed shake.

  “Touch self,” Alexei grunted as he dug one foot into the bed for better leverage, enabling him to snap his hips forward a little harder.

  Sean sobbed wordlessly, face flushed red in the mirror as he grabbed his cock and started to stroke. The first touch had him shuddering, tossing his head back as Alexei drilled into him mercilessly. Alexei could feel the tension in Sean’s body, knowing he was close to coming. The ache in his own groin was deepening, the sharp edge of release getting ever closer. Alexei looked at the mirror, still enjoying the sight of Sean spread open for him and taking it so good. He looked half-gone in Alexei’s arms, eyes half-closed, hair a sweaty mess, his hand still moving on his cock, but he was losing his rhythm.

  Alexei wrapped his hand around Sean’s thigh, holding him steady as he slammed into him at just the right angle to catch his prostate again, pulling a stuttering cry from Sean.

  “Can come,” Alexei grunted, looking into the mirror even as he didn’t stop.

  Sean arched against him not even a minute later, coming with a wail that was more of a scream. His cock sputtered weakly in his hand, cum streaked across his chest, but not nearly as much as before. He came with his mouth open, eyes squeezed tightly shut in the mirror as he gasped for air, still taking Alexei’s cock.

  Alexei hiked Sean’s leg up higher, gritting his teeth as he chased his own orgasm in that tight, slick heat. Sean shook in his arms, one hand weakly gripping at Alexei’s hair, tugging at the strands.

  “Come in me, Lyosha,” Sean half-slurred, whimpering every time Alexei sank all the way into him.

  That was all the encouragement Alexei needed. He let Sean’s leg go in favor of curling an arm around Sean’s waist and hauling Sean fully onto his chest as Alexei rolled onto his back. He slipped his legs between Sean’s, bending his knees and spreading them wide. Sean’s own legs were forced wider as he sank fully onto Alexei’s throbbing cock. Alexei ran his hands down Sean’s side before slipping them between their bodies. He grabbed Sean’s firm ass and lifted him off his cock, holding him up just enough that Alexei had room to thrust up into him.

  Sean’s head rolled against his shoulder as Alexei stared at him in the mirror while fucking him, writhing a little against the intrusion. He felt his balls tighten, drawing upward as his climax hit. Alexei came with a guttural shout, slamming into Sean over and over again until he could no longer hold Sean up. Pulling Sean down onto his cock, Alexei rolled his hips against Sean’s ass, keeping his cock in that welcoming heat as he came down from his orgasm.

  Sean tugged at his hair, so Alexei turned his head and kissed him with slow, deep licks of his tongue, still rolling his hips upward, because he liked the way Sean whimpered every time he did it. When they broke apart, Alexei looked up at the mirror, enjoying the sight they made. Sean was a mess, cum sticky and white against his flushed chest, his nipples hard little peaks Alexei couldn’t help but tug at.

  Sean whined, making Alexei smirk, before he slid his hands farther down Sean’s body. He slid them over Sean’s hips and upper thighs, feeling the muscles there twitch a little from being spread so wide open. Alexei shifted his own legs, tilting his knees to the side just a little more so he could get a better look. He slipped one hand between them, touching where they were joined with curious fingers. A shiver ran up his spine as he gently stroked where his cock was buried in Sean’s hole.

  Shaking fingers grabbed his wrist, weakly tugging at his hand. “Lyosha, no. I can’t handle any more right now. Too sensitive.”

  Alexei smiled smugly in the mirror, rolling his hips upward one more time just because he could, and it made Sean shiver so sweetly in his arms. Pressing a kiss to the side of Sean’s head, Alexei rolled them over onto their sides before carefully pulling out. Sean whined as he did so, blindly reaching back to smack at his hands when Alexei would’ve stroked a finger through the cum and lube leaking out of his ass.

  “Be back,” Alexei said, pressing a kiss to Sean’s shoulder.

  He crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom, snagging a soft washcloth from the rolled-up stack between the double sinks. He wet it with warm water, cleaning himself up first with perfunctory motions before rinsing it out. He soaked it again, carrying it with him back to where Sean lay on the bed, back still to him, not looking at the mirror.

  Alexei took his time cleaning Sean up, gently wiping away the mess they’d made between his legs and on his stomach. Sea
n shifted onto his back to make it easier for Alexei to work, watching him with quiet eyes for a few seconds. He lifted a hand, fitting it against Alexei’s cheek and stroking his thumb gently over the bone there.

  Alexei turned his face into the touch, kissing Sean’s palm with closed lips before tossing the washcloth on the floor. Neither of them said anything as they got under the covers, and Sean didn’t protest when Alexei dragged him determinedly into his arms. Lying on their sides, Alexei pressed his chest to Sean’s back as he slipped a knee between Sean’s legs, getting comfortable. He wrapped an arm around Sean’s waist, holding him tightly in the low light of the hotel room.

  “You like?” Alexei asked quietly, flattening his hand on Sean’s stomach, fingers gently stroking warm skin.

  Sean fit his hand over Alexei’s, intertwining their fingers together. “I liked that it was you.”

  Alexei hid his smile in Sean’s hair, kissing the top of his head firmly before relaxing into the soft bed. “Good. Am glad you here with me.”

  Not only in bed, but in the midst of passion, when Sean had given up any shred of a cover in favor of enjoying their time together as himself. Alexei could appreciate how difficult that would be for someone like Sean, and he wasn’t going to ignore that effort.

  “Dobroy nochi, kotyonok,” he murmured.

  “Still don’t know what that means,” Sean sighed, but he didn’t argue it further, merely pressed back tighter into Alexei’s arms.

  Alexei held him close, unwilling to let Sean go.

  9

  Lose Ourselves Inside

  Sean blinked his eyes open slowly, staring blearily at the dim sunlight peeking through the edges of the curtains. He was almost too warm beneath the covers, most of that heat coming from the body wrapped around him from behind. Turning his head, Sean caught sight of his reflection in the mirror up above, reminding him of last night’s fun. He could feel the blush stain his cheeks even if he couldn’t see it in the mirror.

  In the cold light of morning, Sean knew he shouldn’t feel as settled as he did. Last night should probably be considered a mistake from a mission standpoint, but Sean wasn’t going to regret sleeping with Alexei. He stroked his fingers over Alexei’s hand where it was curled loosely over his hip, staring up at their reflections in bed together.

  Alexei was on his side, eyes closed, breathing slow and even in sleep. At some point during the night, they’d shoved the blankets down around their waists, the environmentals in the room keeping the temperature at a comfortable level. Sean shifted in Alexei’s arms, wincing a little at the ache in his ass that was impossible to ignore. It had been a long time since he’d slept with someone, and the dildo he had at home definitely wasn’t a match for Alexei.

  He felt the hand on his hip tighten just a little as Alexei shifted behind him. The deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver down Sean’s spine. “Eshyo rano, kotyonok.”

  “You know I don’t speak Russian,” Sean said.

  Alexei tugged him closer, wrapping his arm around Sean’s torso while pressing a lazy kiss to his temple. He still hadn’t opened his eyes. “Is too early.”

  “You’re not going to tell me what you’ve been calling me, are you?”

  “Can teach you Russian, if want.”

  “Sure. You can start with the pet name you’re using.”

  “Can teach you Russian later,” Alexei grumbled.

  He still didn’t seem like he was in any hurry to get up. The idea of lying in bed and maybe indulging in another round of sex sounded wonderful right up until the moment Sean checked the time on his bioware. The number 0913 shined through the skin of his left wrist, making him swear softly. If what he’d learned in London still held true, then the other three were probably already up. The members of Alpha Team never slept in this late in the middle of a mission.

  Sean gently elbowed Alexei in the side, trying to wriggle out of his strong grip. “We need to get up.”

  Alexei finally cracked open his eyes, staring at Sean with a sharp focus that was only a little unnerving. “Why?”

  “It’s late.”

  “Is not 1300. Can sleep still.”

  “I’m hungry and we need to check out the casino before the lunch meeting. We haven’t got eyes on anything yet.”

  Alexei muttered something under his breath Sean couldn’t understand before suddenly propping himself up on one elbow. The look in his eyes was intent, and Sean didn’t fight him on the morning kiss, despite the sour taste in both their mouths. It was easy and gentle, unlike the kisses they’d exchanged last night. Sean wasn’t complaining either way.

  “We really do need to get up,” Sean murmured against Alexei’s mouth.

  “Shower?” Alexei asked with a sly little grin.

  Sean shoved at his shoulder before squirming out of Alexei’s arms. “I’m showering. Alone. Sleep in for another five minutes.”

  Alexei actually pouted at him, gray eyes half-lidded as he watched Sean get out of bed. He made no move to stop him, though Sean could feel Alexei’s eyes on him all the way to the bathroom. Sean palmed the door closed once inside, needing just a little privacy to get his head screwed on straight.

  The bathroom was huge, the tile warm underfoot with built-in heating. The walk-in shower looked big enough for two people, while the separate tub could have doubled as a jacuzzi. Sean stopped in front of the closest sinks, reaching for his toothbrush. He froze when he caught sight of the bruise on the right side of his neck that he had forgotten about.

  Sean lifted a hand to touch a finger to the heat there, tracing the outline Alexei’s mouth had made. There was no way he could hide it under a shirt collar, the bruise a brand everyone would notice. He knew he should be angry about it and request a quick-heal patch from Trevor’s med-kit, but the thought of walking around with Alexei’s claim on him made him hot under the skin. Sean hadn’t ever felt like this before—wanted for himself and not an identity that wasn’t real.

  The door slid open, Alexei very obviously ignoring Sean’s desire for privacy. Sean stared at Alexei in the mirror, acutely reminded of their activities last night and trying not to let it affect him.

  “You’re a menace,” Sean told him.

  Alexei pulled Sean’s hand away from his neck to press a soft kiss over the bruise before heading for the other sink. “Not like?”

  “No, I just think you don’t need to be so obvious.”

  Alexei shrugged and passed his hand under the faucet to activate the water flow. “Like marking you up.”

  Sean chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to ignore how those words made him feel. “Next time don’t do it in such an obvious spot.”

  Alexei only smirked at him in the mirror around his toothbrush, promising nothing. Sean sighed and realized he was probably fighting a losing battle.

  They finished up at the toilet and sink, and Sean just went with it when Alexei joined him in the shower. There was room enough for both of them within the steam-filled stall, but Alexei proved to be just as clingy there as in bed. The slippery touches didn’t ask for anything beneath the warm spray of water as they soaped up and got clean, more to remind each other of their presence in the steamy stall. Sean honestly wouldn’t have minded if Alexei had started something, but the faint growls coming from both their stomachs nixed that idea.

  Still, it was nice sharing space with someone else for once, in brushing up against a warm presence that wanted to be with him. They didn’t talk at all while in the shower, though the lingering touches and glances they shared kept Sean warm even after they finished up and got dressed.

  He chose a medium-gray business suit in preparation for their meeting later. Sean finished knotting his tie around the same time Alexei finished getting dressed in a much more casual suit without a tie. Sean watched him tuck a ceramic knife up his sleeve but opted not to say anything about the weapon. Knowing that Jansen might still be in town made him wish they could justify being armed with guns, but that’s what the other members of
their team were for.

  They were also there to mercilessly mock them.

  It was a form of camaraderie Sean was still getting used to, having spent the majority of his career alone in the field until the mission was completed or his cover was burned. The moment they stepped outside the bedroom and were confronted with the smell of a large breakfast spread courtesy of room service, Trevor, Annabelle, and Madison all looked up from their plates at them.

  Madison very obviously leaned her chair backward to get a better look at them before letting it thump back down to the floor. “You guys owe me money. I told you they slept together.”

  “Goddamn it,” Annabelle muttered before sticking a piece of syrup and whipped-cream drenched waffle into her mouth. “I know better than to bet against you.”

  “Pay you when we get home,” Trevor said before digging back into his omelet.

  Madison grinned and poured herself some more orange juice. “I’m holding you to that.”

  Sean clenched his hand into a fist to keep from touching the bruise on his neck that was only half-hidden by his dress shirt collar. “Seriously?”

  “You had a bruise on your throat when you came back last night that could’ve only come from Alexei. Easy call.”

  “It could’ve been from someone else at the party.”

  Alexei slanted him a narrow-eyed look even as Madison snorted. “With Alexei as your date? He’d have knifed them if they tried.”

  “Is true,” Alexei said with a shrug before taking a seat at the table. “Come sit, kotyonok. Be angry later.”

  “I’m not angry,” Sean said.

  A little embarrassed, maybe, but not angry. He sat at the table with them anyway and ate breakfast, shrugging off the gentle mockery. If there was anything he’d learned about Alpha Team over the past few months, it was that if they liked you, they teased you. If they didn’t, they would freeze a person out.