Tears fell down her face. “I thought you had given up.”
Holy shit, what the fuck?
What thefuck?
Without thought, without hesitation, I jerked my hands out of those restraints and sat up, grabbing her face and pulling it to mine.
She inhaled sharply, fighting for only a second before she forced herself to stop, forced herself to remain still, her eyes wide. “What the Hell?”
It was an effort not to grab her everywhere. Not to touch her. As it was, I only used one hand to slide behind her neck, the other hovering over her thigh. “I’ll teach you how to do better knots,” I breathed out, her forehead falling against mine without hesitation. “Listen to me, baby. I wasalwayscoming for you. I didn’t care if it took a hundred years, I would have always found you. You’re my girl, Olivia. My…mywife. There wasn’t any other option but to fine you.”
She leaned back, finding my eyes, her grip on my leash having moved up to very near the collar itself, her knees now around my hips. “What?”
My own eyes burned as I searched her beautiful, strange, amazing eyes. “You’re my wife,” I repeated, the emotions overtaking me. “I would have always found you. I never would have just left you. Ever. Not even for a second.” I came right before they shipped her off. I showed up seconds before she made her last stand with Phil. If I had been just…just twenty minutes late, she would have been gone. I would have lost heragain.
Just the thought had me shaking.
“I will never lose you again,” I told her, my voice thick. “Ever. This world will never take you from me again.”
Her eyes fell to my lips, her tears a steady stream down her cheeks. “I want to be your partner,” she said suddenly, her eyes finding mine again. “Not an Initiate, your partner. Teach me. Teach me how to be one of you. A shadow.”
God, they had told her so much over that month. I had almost forgotten that she knew about that. “It’s a lot harder than what Grey did.”
“You told me to start wanting things, and that’s what I want. I want to be a shadow,” she repeated. “I want to kill right by your side, I want to be unbreakable. I want to tear people apart and beg you to fuck me in the wake of that slaughter. That’s what I want. I want blood and carnage and death, and I want you to be with me when I light the world on fire and then fuck me into submission. I want to be so powerful, the world is too terrified to look me in the eyes.”
Fuck, I loved her. “Baby, I will be the gasoline.”
Her eyes fell back to my lips, her grip tightening around that leash, her body tensing for half a second before she jerked me towards her, her lips slamming against mine.
Both of my hands found her thighs, sliding up them, gripping and pulling at her dress as she started grinding into me, her cunt tightening around my cock, her tongue sliding against mine.
My head spun as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, deepening the kiss, the smell of her flooding over me, the feeling of her wrapped around me something I missed so fucking desperately.
She started moving her hips faster, circling them and slamming them against mine until she had to break our kissjust to breathe. Her forehead fell against mine, her hand pulling that leash so tight, I thought I might suffocate, but I didn’t care. So long as I suffocated by her hand, I didn’t care.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, her mouth going slack, her hips working faster. “Fuck, you’re so good,” she told me suddenly. “Such a good boy.”
A moan fell from my lips, an unknown feeling filling me as my balls tightened. “Say it again,” I begged her.
“You’re such a good boy, Everett,” she panted, her cunt tightening. “Getting hard just for me, panting just for me.”
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered. “It’s all because of you,” I gasped. “My good little whore, my perfect whore. It’s all for you.”
She groaned, her orgasm bursting though her. “Cum for me, Everett,” she ordered, trembling on top of me, continuing to fuck me, dragging her own orgasm out. “Cum for your wife.”
The orgasm that ripped through me was unlike any I had felt before. It filled me so fully, I felt it in my toes, in my fingers.
Olivia kept going, her hand sliding back into my hair. “You’re such a good boy,” she moaned. “Doing everything your whore tells you too.”
Everything was tingling and on fire, my hands gripped tightly into her ass as she rode me through another orgasm.
I was a good boy. I was her good boy, and I would be her good little whore any day of the fucking week so long as she was mine.
Epilogue
Olivia
December 19th, 2022
