Her slick drips down my fingers and her eyelashes flutter, making her look like an angel. A very tired angel, who’s wound up tight and needs her Alpha’s attention.
I make a point of not thinking too hard about the wound on her side; it would have me out of here on a rampage. That will come, but right now is about reminding Tally who she is. Fierce. Fucking perfect. Ours.
Dragging my fingers slowly free of her incredible pussy, I can’t help but smile when her hips roll as she whimpers quietly in argument.
“We owe you a lot, but it isn’t tit for tat. You’re our wife to love and cherish in sickness and in health.” I thrust them back in, rendering her quiet for a few moments while I finger fuck her some more.
“Not your wife,” she growls eventually, but her hand covers the top of my cock as she spreads my leaking precome over her hand to lube it up.
She could jack me with sandpaper, and I’d enjoy it. Her getting my cock ready for her is unnecessary too. We’re always going to be ready for each other with little more than a look required, like nature intended.
“Debatable,” I mumble, twisting her nipple hard and feeling her flutter around my fingers in response. But now I need to feel her need pulsing on my tongue, her peachy scent dripping down my throat.
Nearly pains me to stop fingering her, but I free myself before gently turning her, then guiding her hands up to rest on the wall. She twists around to watch, those eyes still shining in their lust, and they flare when I drop down behind her.
Spreading her cheeks nice and I wide, I rub my nose along her seam a few times before dragging the flat of my tongue from slit to crack. Her arms nearly give out, and I stop to check she’s good. The sway of her hips in my face is proof enough she’s got her body braced again.
Returning to the feast in front of me, I bury my tongue as far up as it will go, her pussy juices covering my chin. Each swipe I take, she rocks back, dipping down lower, opening herself up wider.
I’d be happy to spend hours doing this. My teeth drag over her swollen clit, and her whimpers get louder as she gets more turned on, but I keep fucking drowning. And I’d rather suffocate.
“Fuck this,” I growl before lying on my back, pulling her down so she can’t go anywhere, and then I eat her out with as much fucking gusto as I can. Her taste on my tongue is fucking divine, and the little sounds she makes as she rides my face faster and harder are music to my soul.
“Oh god, oh god, ohhh…” Her voice pitches out as her come gushes down my throat.
Sitting up, I spook the shit out of her, making her jump, but I hook an arm around her side, guiding her until she’s hovering over my cock.
“Yes or no?” I ask for a final time, the tip of my cock nudging at her entrance.
And she doesn’t answer using words. Shuffling her feet, she sinks down, making her pussy take my cock in one move without any prep. She hisses. Her cunt is so fucking tight I see stars, and I have to hold her still with one hand while I toy with her clit to loosen her up with the other.
Leaving hickeys all over her luscious breast until I can wrap my tongue around her nipple, I bite down hard, not breaking the skin but making her gasp just the same. She loosens up and takes more of me.
The noises she makes as she gets those titties jiggling on my lap have my balls tightening up.
“God, this pussy of yours owns me. Soak my knot,” I bark into her ear, and she sinks down further, slowing the way she grinds herself over my knot. She’s so close, I can feel it the way she’s spasming around my cock. Reaching down, I suck on her scent gland, her taste dripping over my lips, and I go off like a fucking bomb, filling her cunt and driving her to vocalize her second release right into my ear.
Tally doesn’t even give herself a chance to catch her breath; she’s off my lap like her arse is on fire.
Chasing right after her, I step on the soap bar I’d dropped before and go down like a sack of shit. The thud when I hit the tiles echoes in the bathroom. My knee hurts like a bitch, but when I hobble out of the shower, the bigger pain in my fucking arse is my wife.
Chapter Twenty-One
TALLY
Dumb Alpha got waylaid by sex. And as a result, he appears mildly pissed when he finds me waiting with his Glocks aimed at his chest.
Do not look at his dick. Do not look at his dick, I chant over and over.
I try so damn hard, but I can’t deny myself the chance to see his slicked-up cock. Plus, unlike him, I can actually manage to do more than one thing at a time. I flick the safety off to make sure he knows I’m not messing around before I let my eyes drop and check out his monster cock.
Much like the rest of him, it’s a very nice dick and my core tingles, agreeing. God, he left me like this last time too—straddling that line of being a slave for him and being in control of my body. Although, the last time we hooked up, it took me days of hiding away to break free of his stranglehold.
I eventually drag my eyes back to his face. I was expecting some level of hostility because of the guns, but instead, he’s grinning at me like he won the lottery.
“You can’t be serious,” I snarl.
He laughs. “Aye, I fucking can. I was pissed at first, but the longer I see you with your wee hands wrapped around my guns… Well, God's honest truth is, you need to put them away, Tally, or I’ll be bending you over and knotting your peachy arse till you can’t take any more of my seed. Jesus, woman, my come’s still sticky on your body, but—and this is a pretty big fucking but—you’re bleeding. So, while I’m close to all my fantasies coming true while also thinking I’ve been blessed again, I’m also not afraid of you shooting me to make a point.”
