“I can’t take you like this.” He pulls out and lifts me away from the stone. “I’ll scrape your back.”
Setting me down, he quickly turns me and enters me again from behind. I cry out in pleasure, and also in alarm as the force pushes me forward. He guides my hands to the cliff so I can support my upper body. Once he’s sure my position’s secure, he starts pumping, his thrusts unbelievably hard and deep, and he pulls me back to meet every single one.
“Fuck!” he shouts. “Ma chérie, oh, how I have missed your sweet cunt.”
I want to tell him that I’ve missed him too, even though it’s been less time for me, and I’ve been with Zogar in the interim, but my mouth is completely incapable of forming words. Many sounds, however, erupt from inside me, sharp moans of pleasure and delight I can’t begin to control.
His rod is so welcome after all my stalling, and as it drags through me, each moment wakes more and more pleasure. I regret making us wait, although it may have contributed to the heights I’m reaching right now.
I’d rather be looking into his eyes with him moving more gently, but at this moment I’ll take Saxon’s cock in any way that it’s offered.
“Won’t last long,” he cries out, pumping more quickly. “Not right now. Too much.”
His finger finds my button, and within seconds I explode, writhing against his still powerful thrusts as I contract around him. With a loud deep shout, Saxon also erupts, and the hot slick of his seed fills me.
All too quickly, his upper body slumps over mine. He’s panting. I’m panting too, exhausted but loving the feel of his heaving body surrounding mine.
CHAPTER 46
Zogar
Rosomon’s cries of pleasure carry through the forest, and I stop moving. If I approach them right now, the overwhelming possessiveness building inside me might lead to my third murder of the day.
It wasn’t me who dropped that traitor Roule onto that spike, I didn’t force Nyx to fly into that mountain, but I laughed when she suggested that she should murder her rider, and I must take responsibility for both of their deaths.
As I listen to the sounds of Saxon and Rosomon fucking—their moans and cries, the sucking and slapping sounds of his body rutting into hers—I draw long breaths, fighting to calm myself. Soon, her obvious enjoyment tempers my jealous rage. As much as I’d like to be the man delivering it, I love knowing how greatly she’s feeling pleasure.
My wife loves this man. And he loves her. And because I love my wife—deeply—I must learn to accept that she wants him in her life, not to mention in her cunt.
Earlier, when she raised the subject, I told her I wanted to discuss it when we were all together again, but in truth, I wasn’t ready to face the topic.
At least I’ll only have to accept my wife having one lover outside our marriage. Based on what I’ve been told, I plan to kill Tynan the moment I see him. That will be my next murder, but one that’s completely justified. Tynan is a traitor in every sense of the word. A quick death will be too good for him. Rosomon will object but will come around once she hears everything he’s done.
Drawn by the two lovers’ cries of pleasure and the slap of skin against skin, I continue forward until I find them. Saxon is taking her from behind, driving himself repeatedly and forcefully into her softness as she braces herself against a rock face.
She cries out, and her body’s movements and sounds make it clear that she’s exploding in a massive climax. Saxon joins her at the top of that crest, shouting as he thrusts, no doubt spraying copious amounts of his seed inside her.
I growl. This is an aspect of our possible future I find difficult to accept. I can learn to deal with Rosomon loving Saxon, with him giving her pleasure, far easier than I can face the idea of him planting a child inside my wife.
Saxon turns sharply, looking over his shoulder. Like most stag shifters, his senses are better than most human’s, even when he’s in this form. Even while fucking, he most certainly detected me long before I arrived here.
He nods toward me, then leans over Rosomon, telling her that I’m here with a soft whisper against her ear.
Her body visibly stiffens, and his cock slips out of her as their bodies straighten. They turn toward me.
Rosomon steps forward, worry filling her eyes above deeply flushed cheeks. I wish my cock could claim responsibility for raising so much blood to her skin’s surface, but I love seeing her this way—well fucked and happy.
“Zogar.” She takes a tentative step forward as if trying to remember how her legs work. “We. I?—”
“All is well, my love.” I stride toward them. My cock is so stiff every step both hurts and increases my need. I didn’t realize the extent of my arousal until I moved. After I shifted, I should have conjured some clothing to cover myself.
“It seems you’ve recovered from captivity,” I say to Saxon, trying to sound indifferent.
He nods. “I heal quickly.”
“Shifters do.”
Turning my gaze back to Rosomon, I discover hers is now focussed on my cock. Her eyes lift to meet mine, and the rouge in her cheeks deepens further.
