Chapter Fifteen
Dominic
I’m trying not to lose my fucking shit, but the ability is escaping me.
“What part of don’t leave the fucking house was confusing?” I spit as I look around the room of clueless idiots.
We were forty-five minutes from the cabin when Vincent’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his body went rigid before Zayden grabbed the phone out of his hand and showed it to me.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I scoffed.
“Nothing good,” he muttered before snatching it away from Zayden and calling his wife.
It took a few rings before her shaky voice echoed through the phone.
“Siren, talk to me,” he practically begged.
“Some guy was following us at the mall. He got pictures of us. I… I don’t know. He’s dead now, I guess. We’re going to meet Wesley.”
“The mall? What the fuck are you doing at the mall? Is my family with you?” Zayden practically snarled.
“Blake is,” she said softly.
I closed my eyes, letting out a ragged breath. We stayed on the line the entire time until Wesley and the body were in their vehicle, and we made it to the cabin in twenty minutes. Normally, I fucking hate reckless drivers, but in that moment, Vincent couldn’t slam his foot far enough to the floor.
Zayden and Vincent battled to burst through the door first, one going for Wesley while the other went for Ronan. Both got several good hits in on them before they were pried off by the others. I, however, took my time as I stepped into that room. I needed to, or I was going to fucking lose it.
I am composed, I am collected. Not right now, though. Right now, I feel as out of control as I imagine Zayden feels daily. I’m fearful to even touch my wife or children, unsure of what the raging beast inside me will do with all of this… anger.
Clenching my fists by my side, I verbally annihilate everyone in the room until they’re dust beneath my feet.
“We asked for your aid, a request that should have been granted without hesitation, yet you all deem it appropriate to put the love of our lives in danger? The mother to our children? Tell me, are you so arrogant that you thought you could stand toe to toe with anyone who dares cross you or so ignorant that you didn’t believe us when we warned of very real danger awaiting an opportunity?
” I snarl as I look between Ronan and Wesley.
Wesley speaks up, definite shame in his tone. “The girls wanted to get some Christmas presents for your sons. They’ve been stuck in the house. They just wanted—”
“I don’t give a fuck what they wanted! Be reckless with your wife all you want, but if you so much as put a single hair on Blake’s head in danger, I will break every goddamn bone in your body with a tiny hammer and then I will fucking kill you!”
Zayden’s hand comes to rest on my shoulder, his way of attempting to rein me in, but it’s useless. This rage inside me is an all-consuming fiery blaze that I have no way to put out. No desire to either.
“Dom, calm down,” Blake says, but I cut her a look so feral, she sinks back into the couch and swallows, looking properly chastised.
“You will not tell me to calm down! You fucking know better! You knew better, goddamnit! You—”
A fist drives into the side of my face, forcing me to the ground. When I blink away the stars, Zayden is grasping my shirt, pressing his nose to my own as he snarls, “Do not swear at my wife! You will apologize. NOW!”
I feel the prick of cold metal and only now register that Zayden has a knife pressed to my neck with his other hand.
I’m sure the others are bewildered at the sight before them.
Surely, none of them would ever contemplate harming one another.
Maybe Griggs, but other than that… Zayden and I…
we’re different, though. We were raised different; we grew up different.
The difference is that I love my brother dearly; he’s my other half.
He’s the only blood family I have, but the truth is the same for both of us.
If it came down to our wife and children’s protection and our lives, we would both gladly gut the other with little to no remorse.
I look to Blake, struggling to utter a single word of remorse when I feel no such thing.
She was careless with her life, careless with our hearts.
She knows better. Just because these boys let Skyla prance around like a spoiled princess doesn’t mean that our wife doesn’t know better.
It’s not like the five-foot-nothing privileged little girl poses any physical or emotional threat.
So I cannot for the life of me understand why my level-headed, rational wife would do something so monumentally stupid.
Slowly, Blake stands and walks towards us before reaching out and touching Zayden’s hand.
In an instant, he drops the knife, allowing it to clatter against the floor.
It’s as if Blake’s skin against his is Zayden’s very own reset button.
He completely shuts down for her, becoming wholly subservient to her every desire.
Once Zayden releases me, Blake comes to kneel before me, lowering her head as she speaks.
“I’m sorry.”
My temper slowly recedes, though not completely, as I slip my hand beneath her chin, tilting her face to look upon mine.
“Come.”
Wordlessly, she obeys as we both stand. Our hands intertwine as we weave through the large crowd. When we make it to the stairs, I hear the soft sound of Ryder giggling while Aries shouts. They’re playing some kind of game. They’re safe. They’re okay. That’s what matters.
It's not the end, though.
I walk into our temporary room, close the door behind us and lock it, then flick the bedroom light on.
“How many?” Blake asks.
She knows what will happen next; she’s expected it because over time we’ve found it’s what I need. I need to regain balance. I need my composure back. I need the darkness out of me, and I need it out now.
“As many as it takes,” I say as I roll my sleeves up to my elbows.
Blake nods, moving to the end of the bed before peeling down her pants and panties and bending herself over the bed.
I take a moment, admiring the sight of my beautiful wife.
Her cunt is poking out in a way that has my cock twitching, her ass like a juicy peach ripe for the picking.
This isn’t sexual, though, not in this moment.
I step towards her, my hand rubbing against the smooth skin before I pull back, clapping down against her in a way that has her back bowing.
She attempts to muffle her scream, but on the second and third spank, she’s unable to do so.
With each strike against her ass, the knot in my chest loosens.
Her skin becomes hot beneath my touch, and I crave each strike like I crave my next breath.
Slowly, the anger inside me fades, the fear fueling it all tempering until I’m left with my shaking wife in my lap, tears pouring down her face and her eyes filled with so much remorse.
I needed this; she knows that, and I’ll never be able to thank her for allowing Zayden and me to release our demons and loving us all the same.
I move my hand to her raw ass, skating it up her spine, then moving it to her face.
I squeeze her cheeks together before forcing her to look back at me, then I slam my mouth to hers.
My tongue darts out, catching a stray tear before I lick the hot trail it leaves behind.
Blake whimpers before a soft moan slips from her lips.
When I pull away, our gazes lock, and I can’t help but get lost in her beautiful eyes. One bright blue like Zayden’s and one dark brown like my own. The perfect combination. The perfect woman.
Gently, I lift her into my arms, taking care not to touch where she’s sore as I slowly walk us to the bathroom.
With one arm, I reach down and start the flow of the deep bathtub, allowing the warm water to fill as I set her on her feet.
Wordlessly, Blake lifts her arms so I can undress her fully before I begin undressing myself.
As soon as we’re both naked, I step into the tub, then pick her up once more before settling us into the warm water.
She straddles me as the water bites against her skin.
She winces, sinking her mouth into my shoulder to muffle her moans.
Once she becomes used to the feeling, I gently move her to settle above my cock before slowly pressing her down onto it.
A gasp escapes her as I roll my head back, taking my time with this moment, with her.
Once she’s fully seated on me, I grip her hips gently, carefully lifting her up and down on me as her arms wind around my neck.
“Dom,” she whimpers.
“Yeah, babygirl?”
“I’m sorry,” she cries. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think.”
I nod, allowing her to feel all she feels before I speak.
“The thought of losing you… it’s unfathomable. Unimaginable. You often forget Zayden’s heart isn’t the only one that beats for you.”
She looks to me, her eyes drenched with emotion as she shakes her head. “I never forget.”
I lift a hand to the back of her neck and pull her to me as our lips touch.
We stay like that for several moments, succumbing to our embrace, only the gentle motions of our lovemaking echoing in the quiet bathroom.
Each thrust brings us closer and closer, and the instant her tongue swirls around mine is the very moment my cock throbs inside her.
Together, we fall over the cliff of pleasure, practically pulling it out of one another. We gasp and moan, grinding our bodies in a way that wrings out every drop of ecstasy possible.
When we pull away, her head rests against my water-dotted chest. No words are exchanged; neither of us have ever felt the need to fill silence with useless chatter. When we speak, it’s intentional, meaningful.
“I love you,” she mutters, still pressed against me.
My arms wind tighter around her as I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. “I love you more.”