Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
RHYLEE
Exhaustion swamps my senses as I do my best to stay awake. I never want this moment to end. But then, all good dreams do, I suppose. At least this time, I'll be waking up to my own happily ever after instead of monumental dread.
I'm not sure how everything turned out so right, but who am I to question it? As much as my mind tries to churn, I find I don’t actually care. Not when Master Jason's heat surrounds me, threatening to pull me back under.
Honestly, I'm so tired, so exhausted, and frankly, just so wrung out. Now that the adrenaline spike is over, my body feels like it can finally relax.Even so, I shift about in his arms, assuring myself that he’s real and not some figment of my mind.
“Shhhh. I got you,” he whispers, tightening his grip around me. “And I'm never letting you go.”
Wife .
The word thrums through my head in an endless refrain. And it isn't because he's saying it. Not out loud, at least. Every heartbeat pounds with the word. It's etched on my bones and written on my heart. But somehow, I still can't believe it.
“Neither can I, my love.” His soft, steady tone permeates my brain as his warm breath washes over my skin. “I could only hope it was you.”
I blink up at him, forcing my eyes to open. I don't want to miss even a moment of this. My vision swims as Master Jason gathers me even closer. I can feel his love in a way I've never felt from him before.
In my mind, I always knew he cared for me. Hell, the fact that he was willing to defy the government just to have me is proof enough. But it’s still not the same as the feelings that come crashing into me with every breath.
Now that he's inside of me, an integral part of who I am, I can feel just how strong, just how profound those feelings are. The love he showed me before claiming me pales in comparison. It's as if his heart is lay bare for me to see. In some ways, it's so awe-inspiring that it leaves me speechless.
“I can feel your love in return, my pet. Never doubt that yours is any less than mine because you cannot find the words. Your heart will always speak for you.”
Fresh tears gather in my eyes as I let my head drop back against the makeshift nest. “When did you become so poetic?”
“The moment you said, I do.” He shifts his hips, testing to see how deflated his knot is. “I need to get you home and tend to your shoulder. Can you relax enough for me to separate myself from you?”
His purr washes over my body, making every inch of me relax under the onslaught. Such a lovely sound as it ripples over me and seeps deep inside my soul. Once I'm pliant in his arms, he rocks his cock back and forth.
Instead of causing pain as he was worried about, pleasure zips up my spine, making me bow up in his arm. “Please,” I cry out as every nerve stands on end. “I- Oh please.”
“I hear you, my little wife. You may come whenever you wish. The endorphins will help this process.” His purr turns into a ferocious growl, making the embers of lust catch fire until I'm a wet, needy mess all over again.
Reaching between my thighs, I stroke my clit. It's already so hard, so needy, so insistent. With how I feel, it probably won't take me too much effort to get off again. Besides, Master Jason knows that bite of pain always helps get me there.
I stare up into his face as he concentrates on what he's trying to do. His jaw jumps as he grits his teeth. Each movement is slow as he does his best not to harm me or tear the sensitive flesh enveloping his thick girth.
Soft sobs slip from my lips, but not from pain. Yes, there's a bite of discomfort, but more than that is the need to orgasm. With each swipe of my fingertips, I get closer, but it's not enough. I need something else. I need more.
“I hear you, my pet. Remember, I love you, because this is going to hurt like I hate you.” He tugs on his hips, freeing the knot from my pussy.
Pain and pleasure explode through my body as my orgasm finally crashes over me. Shards of blissful agony race down my limbs, making me quake as I continue to rub my clit. My hips rock up and down as I wring every last bit of pleasure I can from my body.
Master Jason lifts my thighs and inspects me as my body tries to calm down. “Well, you're still in one piece. That’s good at least. Now, let's get you home.”
As he scoops me into his arms, Aaron and Michelle come racing into the room, their eyes wide as unease wafts off their bodies. “Is everyone all right?” the Alpha barks out, his body primed for action.
“Yes,” Master Jason smirks, tucking me under his arm. “Just had to dislodge myself.”
“You scared us half to death!” Michelle cries out, grabbing onto her husband’s arm. “Normally there's not a lot of noise in this room...” She trails off as she looks at my neck. “Oh! I see. Congratulations to you both!”
“Thank you.” My words are soft, barely audible above the noise in the rest of the club.
Aaron steps forward, his brows knit in concern. “Let Michelle get a basic bandage on her wound before you leave. You don't want your mark getting infected.”
With a heavy sigh, Master Jason lifts his arm and allows me to leave. “Grab her some clothes while you're at it, please. I also don't want her naked as we drive home. I had intended on taking care of her there, but you’re probably right. I can only think of how badly I want to get her away from everyone else and keep her all to myself.”
Michelle gives him a dazzling grin as she holds out her hand for me. “Completely understandable. Daddy was the same way. He growled at anyone who dared to get too close. But don't worry. She'll be right as rain by the time you're ready to take her home.”
I don't doubt that one bit. Despite being a little, Michelle is a caregiver through and through. In fact, she was the first to take me under her wing when I came to the club. Seems only fitting that she prepare me for my journey home as a claimed bride.
Even though eyes follow me as I walk to the other side of the club, my nakedness doesn't bother me. Probably because my brain has far too many new things to think about and process. Michelle stares at my wound for a moment, her lips pulling down into a frown.
“You really don't have to do this. As Master Jason said, he was going to tend to me when we got home.”
“Oh I heard. So did Daddy. But I’m certainly not letting you leave until you at least have a basic bandage on it,” she chuckles. “This wound is rather deep, and I'd feel a lot more comfortable getting some of the bleeding to stop.”
My gaze travels down my chest and stomach where thin, red rivulets stain my skin. “Oh!” Horror races through my system at all the blood. I glance around me, trying to see if I got it anywhere. “I'm so sorry. If I got blood anywhere-”
As I go to stand, she cuts me off. “Now you just stay sitting right there, missy. I am not going to hear any talk about you doing anything other than resting as I take care of your shoulder. You've been through a hell of a night. The last thing you need to do is overexert yourself.”
“Yes, Mommy,” I tease, blowing her a kiss.
“Keep it up. I may be Daddy's Little Girl, but I can mother the hell out of you if I need to.”
“You won't have to do that unless you want to,” Master Jason says behind me. “I have ways to make this one take a rest.”His deep, booming voice makes me jump, causing my arm to jerk in a rather uncomfortable way.
“I don't doubt that.” Her tone is lighthearted yet tinged with a touch of concern.I can see it in every pinched line of her face as she grabs some gauze and holds it to my shoulder. “It's a rather pretty mark, Rhylee. I've seen others so mangled the omegas don't have any real use of their arms after. Jason did well by you.”
His dark chuckle holds a note of warning as he slides his hand down the back of my head. “Even in the throes of passion, I will always put my slave first. Besides, once all is said and done, I'll need her back in the kitchen. Can't have a sous chef that can't cook, can I?”
And that's when reality slams back into me. “Oh God. Work. How are we... I mean. When are we... I can't work like this. Until I'm healed, I'm a liability to you and the restaurant.”
“Shhhh, love,” he soothes as Michelle finishes up her work. “We've both been brought to the altar today. I'm sure they're expecting us to take some time off. I was planning on calling the on-call chef tomorrow morning. He'll manage things until we're ready to come back.”
Through the bond, I feel his calming presence wrap around my insides and hold me tight. It's almost as good as his purr. As if he hears me, he starts that as well until I can no longer find it in me to be concerned about anything.
“As soon as I wipe down all the extra blood, she’ll be ready to go. I don't want to give her something to wear that will make her arm do a lot of moving.” Turning to a set of drawers behind her, she rummages around for a bit. “I think a skirt she can step into, and a button-down shirt might be best.” She looks over at Master Jason. “What do you think?”
“Sounds perfect. Come on, love, let's get you home.”
With gentle movements, he helps me off of the chair and into the skirt. His fingers feel like heaven as they brush against my skin while he pulls the fabric up to conceal my naked body. The shirt, however, is not so easy.
The moment I move my arm to slip it into the sleeve, blinding pain shoots into my shoulder and up my neck. Master Jason curses under his breath as he moves to give me a little extra support. My eyes burn with unshed tears as we maneuver me inch by inch into the arm hole.
“Damn me for doing this at a public venue,” he murmurs, brushing my tears away with his thumb.
“You didn't know. You've never claimed an omega before.”
“But I should have anticipated. I detest causing you pain I don't intend.”
I slide my hand up to rest it against his cheek, my heart swelling at his concern for me. “It cannot be helped. We would have found some other pain point even if it was home.”
“You're right,” he finally breathes. “I know you're right. I just wish there was a better way.”
Resting my head against his chest, I listen to the strong sound of his heartbeat. “I wouldn't trade this pain for anything. You claiming me means far more than any momentary agony. Besides, you know I heal fast. I'm sure it will be manageable after a day or two.”
As I go to slip into my shoes, Master Jason slides his hand under my knees and sweeps me off my feet. “Oh no, my pet. I plan to carry you.”
I feel so small in his grasp, so secure. With his arms around me, nothing bad will ever happen. Deep down, I know it. A loud yawn forces its way past my lips, drawing a chuckle from Master Jason and Michelle. Perhaps she's right. Perhaps sleep is in order.
The cool, crisp air swirls around us as Master Jason takes me out of the club. It sends a refreshing shiver up my spine. Off in the distance, the full moon rises above the trees, casting its eerie glow over the ground. A perfect night for a claiming.
Master Jason's warmth keeps the bulk of the chill away, but I still shiver at how perfectly this Halloween wedding came together. In fact, I don't think there's any part of it I would change.
“Nothing at all?” he laughs, reading my mind. “Come now, my pet. We both know that's not true.
“Well... maybe the sticky, gooey, icky part, but everything else was simply divine.”
“Hmmm. I guess I'll have to keep the sticky, gooey, icky part in mind whenever I need to punish you.”
“Oh. You know what? I'm completely good without that. I'm the goodest girl. The best submissive ever. A perfect slave. Always.”
His laugh rumbles from his chest and against my cheek, making butterflies swarm in my gut. “That you are, my love. That you are.”