Shadow (Ghost Born MC)

BONUS SCENE

Rurik

“Rurik—Christ. Fuck,” Malik grunted as I rolled my hips just right, making my cock glance over his prostate. A broken whimper slipped past his lips, and his fingers wrapped tightly around the rope securing his wrists to the headboard.

Seeing him tied up and at my mercy never got old. I couldn’t get enough of him begging and whimpering beneath me, unable to do anything but take what I was giving him however I wanted to give it. He was in no position to make demands, but even if he was, I knew he wouldn’t. The second my cock was inside of him, he would do just about anything to keep me there until we both came.

And fuck if I didn’t love filling his tight ass up with my cum, then stuffing him with a butt plug just to keep my cum inside of him all day until I was ready to watch it leak out of him just so I could fuck him again.

Really, I couldn’t get enough of him.

My obsession with him was absolutely fucking feral.

“You like that?” I rasped, rolling my hips just like that again. He moaned, his legs trembling where I had them resting on my shoulders. He was practically bent in half as he took my cock, and while I knew he’d probably be sore after because Malik wasn’t all that flexible and he refused to stretch, right then, he didn’t give a single fuck.

I knew he’d gladly hurt for me.

He twisted his fingers, and the light glinted off the sterling silver wedding band resting on his left ring finger. I gave him exactly one month to be my fiancé, and then, I dragged his ass to the courthouse to legally tie him to me. And then, that same night—after I’d fucked his brains out—I’d done exactly as I promised I would.

I tattooed my first name on the back of his right hand, and I put the date I first found out he existed on the back of his left hand. And now, as he arched his throat and gasped as I punched my hips forward, tired of playing with him, our last name was in elegant scrawl around his neck right beneath the chain.

The chain had come off long enough for the tattoo to heal, but fuck, Malik had been goddamn insufferable without its constant weight around his neck. He’d been even more of an asshole than usual, but as soon as I was able to put that chain back on him, he calmed.

It was clear he felt untethered without my collar on him. And seeing him in such a foul mood every day I told him he couldn’t put his collar back on yet had made me so fucking hard. We’d fucked like animals. It’d gotten so bad, Hyram had gone out and personally gotten us a hotel room until Malik’s neck healed.

Reaching around Malik’s thigh, I wrapped my hand around his throat, right over our last name. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my palm. His cock was leaking all over his stomach, smearing precum along his happy trail. I grinned down at him, my smile crueler than it was kind. And fuck, the way he shuddered for me…

“Get yourself off for me,” I growled, leaning down to kiss him as I reached up to free one wrist. He sucked in a sharp breath at how far I was pushing his legs back, and I nipped at his bottom lip, grinning darkly. What was pleasure without a little pain? “I want to feel you come on my cock, baby.”

“Fuuuck,” he moaned, his hand obediently wrapping around himself. He began to jerk himself in time with my movements, and finally—fucking finally—he came, his release spilling over his fist onto his belly, and his ass tightened around me, sucking me into him. Snarling, I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of his inner thighs and thrust hard and fast until I was following him over the edge as well.

I let his legs drop, then collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy. In a rare show of tenderness, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head before he sagged into the mattress, a low groan leaving his lips. Huffing out a tired breath, I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then snatched his butt plug off the nightstand.

“Really?” he groaned, but there was no heat behind his words.

I smirked. “Really, baby,” I panted, still out of breath. But I needed to get this inside of him before I softened and slipped out.

He grunted as I eased out of his sloppy hole, and then, I was pushing the plug into place. He shivered, swallowing thickly as the plug settled into place, keeping my cum inside of him. He’d never admit it, but he was a slut for my cum. It was in the way he voiced protests over the plug, but he never put any force behind it, nor did he harp on it.

Malik just felt the need to complain about everything. But that was okay. I liked him being all grouchy and irritable. He wouldn’t be my Malik if he wasn’t.

I straddled his hips, then leaned over him to untie his other wrist. Gripping it, I began to massage it, letting blood flow back into it. He’d bruise, just like he always did, but he always pulled on the restraints, making them tighter. I was pretty sure part of him loved seeing the bruises mottle his skin, so he did it on purpose.

After doing the same to his other wrist, I flopped onto the bed beside him. Immediately, he rolled onto his side and rested his head on my shoulder. His left hand came to rest on my stomach, his wedding ring warm on my skin. I placed my hand over his, liking how our hands looked together, our wedding rings exactly the same.

“You good?” I asked him as I reached up to play with his hair. He was overdue for a haircut, so his strands were longer than normal, giving me just enough to grip and tug if I wanted. Which I usually did when I was railing him from behind. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he cut it though. He couldn’t stand to have his hair flopping onto his forehead or resting on the back of his neck.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, his eyes shutting. “Just want a nap.”

I continued playing with his hair, and I stroked my other hand over the back of his before idly playing with his wedding ring, twisting it around on his finger. His soft snores met my ears a couple of minutes later, and I smiled before pressing a kiss to his dark hair and letting my own eyes slide shut.

Our life was by no means perfect, and sometimes, Malik drove me fucking insane and made my mask slip when he was being particularly surly and ill-tempered, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was mine.

And when we died, I’d find him in every single life after this one.

We were for eternity.