To Mai Surprise
Disclaimer: I do not own The Nine Lives of Chloe King, nor do I profit from any of my stories.
Warning: This story is rated M and is for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 12
A week later, a suspicious letter came in the mail. Addressed to Aunt Valentina, the letter was an invitation to a gathering in New York. Apparently it was time to make Alek's Uniter status known. The leader of the Texas Jackals was going to be there, rumor had it.
After much debate, Aunt Valentina decided that we all were going to the gala in New York. Aunt Val, Mimi and Brian, Jasmine, Amy and Paul, Alek and I were to fly to JFK Airport on Friday evening. We were staying at the Millennium Hilton, in the Penthouse suite. With five bedrooms, the eight of us were set.
Aunt Valentina had her own bedroom because she was the California representative. Mimi and Jasmine shared, Amy and I shared, and Brian and Paul shared a room as well. Alek got his own room because he's the Uniter.
We were all set for the flight. Since we were traveling together, the eight of us riding First Class would be too suspicious. At first, we booked 2 First Class tickets and 6 Coach. Aunt Valentina and Alek were going to go First Class, but Alek insisted that I ride First Class next to him so we got 3 First Class and Coach for the rest.
The plane-ride there was boring; Alek fell asleep on my shoulder, while Aunt Val wrote fancy letters on her stationary. When we touched down at JFK, we took a taxi to our hotel. Since our luggage was brought over by the staff, we unloaded our stuff into our rooms and went to sleep.
The majority of the meetings are going to be held on Tuesday, so we had three days to do whatever we want. Amy and Mimi commandeered Jasmine and me for a shopping exposition on Saturday and Sunday, so Monday was left for me and Alek to tour the city.
Since the girls had forced me to buy massive amounts of clothes, they took it upon themselves to dress me up as well. It took them two hours of fighting to decide what to put me in, another hour or two to fix my hair and do my makeup. When they were finished with the cosmetics, I looked in the mirror.
With my hair curled into nice waves and my bangs clipped back by a barrette, I could see my makeup clearly. Mimi had worked magic yet again, giving me bronze cat eyes with her new eyeliner and eye shadow.
Over a nearby chair was the final outfit decision. I was surprised they decided so quickly; I had at least thirty different bags of purchases, all from different stores. Even after shopping for two days straight, Mimi and Amy had twice as many bags as I did.
They finally decided to put me in a dark blue halter dress. Since I had flat out refused to wear anything higher than 3in heels, the girls forced me to be sexy in other ways. Underneath my designer dress, I had on the skimpiest lingerie they had at Victoria's Secret. Mimi had insisted on going in to use her gift card, so I decided to update my underwear wardrobe.
Handing me a new brown tweed jacket and a pair of gloves, the girls shoved me out the door.
When I met Alek in the lobby, he was dumbstruck. I have to remember to thank the girls later. I waltzed up to him with a smirk on my face.
"See anything you like?" I asked, as Alek wrapped his arm around me.
"Only one, but she's not mine yet." He chuckled when I sent him a confused look. I followed his out to the parking lot.
"Aleksander, what is this?" I rolled my eyes while he unlocked the rental car.
He laughed and shoved me into the passenger seat, saying, "A '72 Dodge Challenger, if you haven't noticed." He drove for a few minutes, and then pulled into the valet area of a restaurant. Alek jumped out and opened the door to help me up. Leading me into the restaurant and up to the Reservations desk, Alek told the hostess, "Petrov, party of two."
Sitting down at the table, I watched as the annoying waitress try to flirt with my date. I'm not invisible! Alek noticed my glare and brought my hand to his lips.
"Hey, Chloe, don't be like that. There's no need to be jealous," he pleaded. I looked him in the eyes, wondering what to do.
"Alek, I can't help it. I've fallen for you, you bastard!" I gave a laugh, to disguise my fear. "You're the Uniter! That's practically royalty! Every single Pride in the world is going to try to steal you away from me. They will either want to kill you, or seduce you!" I blushed at my outburst, worried about what he would say next.
"Your aunt told warned me about this, it'll be okay." He nodded as the waitress brought us our food. "Valentina said that you will always be jealous, it's a Mai thing." Alek saw my expression and backpedalled, saying, "No! Not like that! Mai get territorial when their mates are threatened! She said you already know about Mai relationships…"
Oh. I did actually remember that conversation. Not the contents of the discussion, no, but I do remember Aunt Valentina corning Mimi and me for 'the Talk' a few weeks ago.
"Yeah, it's the reason why Aunt Val let Brian and Mimi stay together. And, it's the reason why she never dated after Uncle Malcolm died." A realization suddenly hit me. "You mean… We…"
Oh Mai God! "Alek, what are you saying? You don't even know what it means to…" I trailed off as Alek got out of his chair. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! You can't possibly…" I stuttered as he got down on one knee and pulled a small black box out of the pocket in his suit.
"I love you. Mai tradition says that we have to claim our territory, and I want to be yours. Please, we don't have to get married until after we graduate. Graduate college even! But I don't want anyone to think, even for a second, that I am not serious about you. Even though we haven't been together for long, I know that my feelings for you will never change. We belong together." Alek stopped rambling to breathe, then continued.
"Chloe Diane King, will you marry me?"
I was speechless. This proposal meant the world to me. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" I leapt up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Alek picked me up and spun me around, taking the ring out of the case.
Getting a better look at it for the first time, I was stunned. Small diamonds rested on either side of the accent jewel. It was a midnight sapphire, perfectly cut into a heart. The band was white gold, engraved was "All the love in the world." It was the ring I had always imagined; the ring that I had dreamed about when I was little. It was my mother's engagement ring, given to her by my father.
Aunt Valentina has showed it to me a few times when I was little, but she never let me see the note that accompanied it. Alek held that letter in his hands, passing it to me so I could read it.
Tina,
I know that the amount of danger my family is in. I ask that, if anything ever happens to me or Jeremiah, could you watch over my baby? I feel her kick even as I write this. I trust you with her life, and I trust you with this: my engagement ring. If you ever find a man who will support her, love her like Malcolm loves you and Jeremiah loves me, give this to him. Show him this letter as I sign of my blessing. This way, I'll know that, no matter what happens, my Chloe will be protected.
All the love in the world,
Diana
When we got back to the penthouse suite, the rest of the party was already in full swing. Dessert was served and toasts were made. Amy went crazy; she was apparently the only one who hadn't known about the proposal beforehand. After screaming and jumping up and down, she immediately got onto the computer to look up wedding planners. She didn't see any professionals that she liked, so she decided to plan it herself.
"Hey, hey, wait! Amy, we aren't actually getting married yet, probably not for years…" I lectured her, knowing full well that I was doing the same thing.
Aunt Valentina brought over Brian's father to celebrate as well, much to Mimi's surprise. The man was definitely not as frightening as she had talked about. Whitley Rezza was an impressive man. He stood a bit over 6 feet tall, and his resemblance to Brian was unmistakable.
"Mr. Petrov, it's a pleasure I'm sure." He ignored Alek's outstretched hand and went to sit down. "Now son. I know you have your little school and your little…" he looked at me, "fling. There is more to life than college and ladies, there is so much power resting in your claws."
Alek's grip on my arm tensed, his eyes shifted and he stood in front of me. "I never want to see you again. I will not join you; I will fulfill my Uniter duties with the help of my Pride."
Aunt Valentina stepped forward. "Whitley, it is time for you to leave. I am taking this matter up with the US Mai Council tomorrow night." She shoved his sorry ass out the door, yelling that "the guards will show you out."
The festivities were finished; no one had the heart to continue partying after such a rude interruption. We each retired for the night, Aunt Valentina and Jasmine turning in first. When I tried to go to my room to change out of my dress, I found Amy and Paul. They were in the middle of an extremely intense… game of chess. Apparently the winner got to have Thanksgiving dinner at loser's house. Awkward… Well, it's better than walking in on the two of them making out. Or worse…
Sneaking out into the hall, I only hesitated a moment before turning the handle to Alek's room. The door was unlocked. "Expecting someone?" I asked, earning a laugh from my man.
He was dripping wet, a towel wrapped around his waist, blushing slightly. I moved forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Before he could grab me, I stole the towel from him and ran into the bathroom. Slamming and locking the door, I ignored Alek's distressed whining.
"Chlo, come on… Don't tease…" Poor thing. I am going to be in trouble.
After showering and shaving, I wrapped myself up in the towel and unlocked the door. Before I had a chance to swing the door open, Alek was in my face. He wrapped his arms around my waist, unhooking the towel and lifting my off my feet in one swift motion.
I definitely didn't see that coming. The initial surprise dissipating, my hands found their way around Alek's neck, my lips on his. I felt him stiffen against me and pulled away from the kiss.
"Wha?" was all Alek had time to say before I motioned for the bed. "Are you sure?"
"Alek, I'm completely sure. And plus, what's the fun in having a fiancé if I can't have any fun?" I sent him a sly smirk as he rested me gently on the bed. We started with a kiss, deepening it as we sunk further into the California king.
Alek started kissing down my chin, nipping gently at the spot where my neck met my collarbone. I moaned quietly, knowing that I would have a hickey later. In fact, the very idea of it was a major turn on.
I was embarrassed now, my hand covering my mouth so I wouldn't be so loud. Alek, apparently, wasn't okay with that. He licked down my chest and latched on to my left nipple. I squirmed under his mouth, so much that Alek had to pin me down to keep me still. He released my breast to blow gently on it, and then set his mouth on the other one.
With an evil smirk on his face, Alek kissed down my torso to stop just short of my crotch. I was writhing in delight, and Alek had to hold my thighs apart to reach my center. He gently kissed my clit, and brought two fingers to his mouth then dipped them in me. I went crazy underneath Alek, not bothering to hold in my moans now.
A few minutes later, Alek wiped his mouth off on the towel and kissed his way back up to my lips. I reached down to grip his manhood. It was the first time I had ever been in contact with a man but I found that health class did not do it justice. I gripped his length and slid my hands down to play with his sack.
Once I had gotten comfortable with touching him, Alek rubbed the tip of his member against my slit, drawing out a tingling sensation. We both felt a great deal of pleasure, and both were awaiting the other's body.
Alek licked a finger, and rubbed my entrance. I was so wet down there, it was embarrassing! At least we wouldn't need to add any lubricate. He placed the head of his cock between labia, and slowly pushed forward. As he entered me, it was so tight. So unbelievably tight, I mentally prepared myself for the pain. As he pressed his length further, I could feel it creeping into me. Alek paused when he hit my barrier.
"I'm sorry," he frowned at me. "This is probably going to hurt."
Alek stopped and slowly receded.
"Just do it," I demanded. "The faster you go, the faster the pain is over with."
After a moment of pulling back, he began the movement inward again. Breaking my hymen, Alek thrust down until I felt his tip hit my cervix. The pain shook through my body, causing me to whine. Tears dripped down my face but I tried to keep the pain from showing.
"It's so big, I'm not sure I can handle it," I said, panting.
"Just relax. I'm so sorry. It'll be okay, I promise."Alek brought a hand to my face, whipping away my tears.
He began to move in and out, slowly so I could get a feel for his member. As the pain began to fade away, Alek drove faster, harder. Now I could really feel the pleasure within me well up. After a minute or two of this tempo, Alek began to pump into me as fast as his body would permit. I moaned, not in pain but in pleasure. He grunted, a sharp and brief grunt, and I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck.
"Alek, you can go as hard as you want now," I gasped out. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
As his pace increased, I slipped into silence; the only sound I heard was his heavy breathing and my staccato gasps that accompanied his thrusts. My eyes eased shut and my grip on his neck tightened. Alek quickened his pace slightly. Each thrust produced a greater level of pleasure for both of us, and my gasps grew louder every few jabs.
Alek reached down to my rear, which he gripped tight to pull me toward him with every thrust. After only a few more moments of this, I cried out again. Needing no further encouragement, Alek pushed in, making short hard thrusts deep into my center. He drove in and out, so hard and fast that every other thrust was accompanied by an "umph" from me, and every other partial withdrawal was met by an "oh" or a sharp inhaling gasp.
I felt the fire growing into the pit of my stomach. "Alek, I…" He cut off my words with a kiss.
"I know, I know. It's okay, just let it come." Alek reassured me, saying, "I'm close too."
The burning sensations grew to an overwhelming feeling, taking over my entire body. I clenched down on Alek; my vaginal walls clamping down on his length, my claws dug into his back, and my legs locking around his thighs. But all the vigorous passion had taken its toll on Alek, and he couldn't hold in any longer. I felt him explode into me, each thrust spilling his burning hot seed into me.
We both flopped back on the bed, exhausted from an hour and a half of intense love-making. Taking the discarded towel from the floor, Alek gently wiped his semen from my crotch. His touch stung a bit, still sensitive from our previous actions.
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