51. Epilogue
Alessandrio
Six months later.
“ T hat’s the end of the Dolmino name,” my brother points out.
“I told you I would wipe it from our world,” I reply with a wicked smile.
“You hated the name so much you had to give her ours,” Lorenzo adds.
“Greco looks better on her than Dolmino,” I point out, watching my wife.
My wife! Her golden hair shimmering beneath the spring afternoon sun. I haven’t been able to drag my eyes away from her since she stepped out onto the balcony in her cream dress. Even now, my fingers twitch with the desire to slide over that silk and find the zipper molded to her spine. My need will have to wait, though. I’m suddenly regretting my decision to host an early dinner for our family. She deserves it, though, this semblance of normalcy.
“I’m sorry Emilio,” I drag my gaze to my brother, watching his own wife.
He looks at me, confused. “For what?”
“I thought the curse might break with Olivia’s love, that we might have a second chance at lifting it.” I realized how wrong I was to doubt Lucia’s love for him. “That Strega truly fucked us.”
“Did she, though?” he asks, and I raise my brow in question. He turns his gaze back to our wives. “I am beginning to think that she helped us. They see us for who we truly are, and still love us despite our monstrous forms.” He turns to me then, smiling. “I would call that winning, wouldn’t you?”
I nod dumbly at his new revelation and the truth of it. My eyes slide to the women who were brave enough to love us, and smile. Lucia grips Olivia’s hands and places them on her rounded belly. I watch grey eyes widen in astonishment and wonder.
“She’s a strong kicker,” Emilio says with pride as he observes the interaction.
“She’s of our bloodline, brother. What did you expect?” I shudder at my own earlier run in with Lucia’s lilac chiffon colored belly when she forcefully made me press my hand to it despite my protests. Emilio laughed as my face morphed from outrage to awe as I felt the forceful kicks of the growing human beneath my palms.
“It’s the next natural step,” Lorenzo says, patting my shoulder.
Not yet for us. I saw the way it tore at Emilio. The doubt and fear burying its own claws into my brother’s shoulder. It was fruitless and wasted energy. The scans proved it, no horns, no deformities and I watched him go from tortured soul to excited father to be. I, however, doubt the world would be ready for any offspring I create, even if their mother is perfection.
Peeling away from them, I walk towards Olivia, the pull overwhelming me with the desire to just put a hand on her. She looks up, molten metal eyes still wide as her hands fall away from Lucia. I offer my sister-in-law a respectful nod and see her brown eyes warm with knowing as she excuses herself. We mended the rift between us. I had no reason to continue my beef once Olivia returned to me and I realized Lucia was just trying to protect Emilio the way Liv was with me.
“Can we cancel the dinner?” I murmur into Olivia’s temple, pressing my lips to her skin.
A soft musical sound of humor warms my chest. Her hand finds my abdomen, sliding up to my chest as her eyes trail the movement. “Just a little longer, my love.”
A growl permeates my chest. Her full lips curve into a teasing smile as she feels it through her fingers.
“You denied me your presence last night,” I huff out at the memory of sleeping on my own. She spent the night in Lucia’s old room with Lucia herself ‘so they could get ready together’. “It was torture.”
“Oh, it was torture for me too,” she whispers, voice full of promise.
She turns then, a deliberate move that makes her ass brush against my cock and I bite down the urge to drag her back to me—dinner be damned. Instead, I bank her sins against me, plotting my revenge as I watch her hips sway tauntingly, her round ass on full display. Feeling like the luckiest monster alive, I follow her and our guests inside for the prelude to my true feast.
“Get it really wet,” I murmur, pushing her head down and relishing the feel of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
Her answering gag pulls my lips into a smile. I watch our reflection in the glass across from us, the warm glow of our room just dim enough to piece us together on its glittering surface. My wife on her knees, the twin globes of her ass on display. I don’t deny myself as I thrust into her mouth and feel her throat work to take me.
Pulling on her hair, I raise her head and watch my spit slick cock slide half way out between her pretty lips as grey eyes meet mine. “I need more.” She nods in compliance as I brush golden strands from her sweaty brow, thrusting a few times for good measure, and watch her eyes water as she gags on me. Reluctantly, I pull from her mouth and get to my paws, dragging her up with me.
“This is what happens when you make me wait and then taunt me with that sweet ass,” I snarl, dragging her toward the wall of glass and its view.
“Husband?” Olivia gasps as I spin her to face the view.
I grip her hair again and tilt her head back to look into her burning eyes, her defiance visible. “Say that again.”
“Fuck me husband,” she moans, her throat bobbing with the angle.
“I want to make this window a mirror,” I tell her, gripping under her knee and lifting one of her stockinged thighs high. “So I can see us better.” Her palm slaps against the cold glass as her foot leaves the ground. “Imagine someone is peering out their window right now contemplating life,” I press my thighs forward to support her. “And they see you splayed like this, your pretty pink pussy being pounded and stretched by your monstrous husband.” With my free hand, I guide my cock to her entrance and relish in her moan as I lower her down my length. “Now get it nice and wet with your pussy.” I lift her up and down, losing myself in the feel of her body sliding easily along my length.
Her moans of pleasure fog the glass. I set a slow rhythm, alternating between teasing and slapping her clit until her cries reach a desperate note. But I want more. Crave what I know only she can give. Without warning, I lift her off me, wetness flicking against the glass as my cock slips from her dripping cunt. Her cry of protest rings in my ears as I drag her back to our bed, her eyes blazing. I lay back against our pillows, fisting my cock as her scent envelopes me.
She quirks a defiant and cold brow at me. “I was close.”
“I know,” I reply with a lazy smile. “When you get close, your pussy clutches me in a death grip,” I motion for her to come closer. “You know what I dreamed about last night? What I almost felt resigned to fucking my hands to but waited for?”
Olivia folds her arms over her breasts, waiting for me to continue.
“I dreamed of you stuffing your ass with my cock,” I give her a lazy smile.
“Oh, yeah?” She gives me a sweet smile that doesn’t fool me one bit.
I watch her through narrowed eyes as she climbs up my body, her fingers grazing through my fur, up my muscled legs. I choke as she reaches my cock and licks the tip, tasting herself before dribbling spit onto it like I taught her. When she pumps my length in her fist, I snarl, clutching the bedsheets, the feel of it making me ravenous. Then my wife mounts me, her knees wide, pussy spread, so I see that pink bud of nerves unfurl as if in request. We both fall silent, the moment hanging heavy in the air mingled with our scent. Our eyes both staring as she rises, rubbing her clit along my ribbed length, pressing me down on her parted flesh. I snarl low as she rolls her hips in rhythmic motions, pressing herself into me.
“Stop teasing and fuck me already,” I grind out as her heated gaze falls onto my face.
“Or what?” she asks, with a butter-wouldn’t-melt in her mouth look.
“Or I’ll ruin you,” I snap as she smiles knowingly.
“You told me to get it wet,” she replies, feigning innocence.
“You were wet enough after I fucked you.”
This time when she rises, she lifts her hips higher, guiding my cock down to her asshole.
“You’re right,” she whispers as she presses my tip into that tight cluster of nerves and muscle.
I clutch at the bed sheets as she breathes through the invasion, her ass stretching around my cock as she slowly takes it all.
“Fuckkkk….” I exhale, drawing out the word as she nods and whimpers her agreement.
She takes my length with practiced ease, the sight about as mesmerizing as watching her beautiful face relax when she’s seated.
“Tell me you love it,” I hiss through the feeling.
“Oh.” She rises and falls. “I love it when you fuck my mouth—” she moans— “when you fuck my pussy—” she breathes out on her descent— “and when you fuck my ass,” she whimpers as my thumb brushes against her exposed clit.
My thumb swirls against her with a feathery light touch, her body relaxing even more with this additional pleasure. I twist my wrist and as she descends, I stuff two fingers into her drenched pussy.
“Oh my fucking God,” she cries as I lift my hips and meet her thrust.
I curve my fingers inside her, rubbing my thumb along her slick slit, my thrusts becoming more shallow as her thighs begin to shake. My ribs expand, locking her into place as her ass clutches me in a tight fist. I sit up as she rolls her hips, her eyes bright with our impending release. She is fucking incredible, and she’s all mine. It’s that knowledge that sends me over the edge, that and her scream as she comes on my fingers and my cock, each of her holes stuffed with me.
I once thought the curse had fucked us over, ruined us and made us less whole. Now I have to thank the Strega because without this curse, I wouldn’t have my entire world wrapped in my arms right now. Olivia Greco took my life and turned it upside down. She won, but I will never tell her that. She did ruin me, but her love ruined the old me and rebuilt me into something better. This slip of a girl with the face of an angel revived something in me I thought had died long ago and for that, I’ll be forever grateful.
“You are staring,” she mumbles, her grey eyes fluttering open. “Why?”
“I just like looking at my future,” I reply.
Her face softens in awe, and my chest constricts.
“I love you,” she whispers and I capture those words on my tongue, savouring the taste of them as our mouths collide.
Love. It’s too simple of a word for my feelings for her. This feeling in my chest whenever I am around her is ineffable. She is ineffable.