Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ROSALIA
I feel like ants are crawling all over me. Ugh, and I’m so damn hot.
Trying not to wake anyone else up, I try to breathe through the suffocating warmth burning me through the inside out.
Pressing my legs together, I gasp as slick drips down my thighs.
A hand covers my bare stomach, and it eases my anxiety slightly.
I can smell Nico beside me, and he kisses my shoulder where his shirt slipped off my shoulder during the night.
“Open your eyes, Rosa,” he whispers in my ear.
Tears slide down my overheated cheeks as I do as he says, turning my head to face him.
“Why do you insist on doing things alone?” he asks teasingly.
“Because I always have,” I rasp.
“You have a house full of people who would die for you, even though we’re figuring our shit out. Are you in heat?”
Verona pushes off the comforter with a huff and throws her pants across the room before she flops back into bed, still asleep. She’s always been a really heavy sleeper, but it’s no less amusing that she feels how hot I am and is reacting to it by undressing.
“I don’t think I am. I’ve been feeling like this on and off for a few days,” I admit.
“I want to spank you,” my husband growls.
This doesn’t scare me as much as it should for some reason, and I whimper as my pussy clenches on air.
“I think you enjoy the idea of being a willful brat and needing to be put in your place. Or is it more that you need something to ground yourself?” he breathes, pulling my shirt down until he exposes my breasts.
It’s cool in the guest house, despite how hot I feel. I yanked the temperature down to an arctic sixty-eight degrees, and there is still sweat running between my breasts.
Nico cages me between his arms, carefully keeping his weight off me as he drags his tongue through the valley of my cleavage, enjoying my whimper.
“You taste so sweet,” he sighs. There’s a giant warning between us that he sends down the bond, begging me to express my limits. I’m not scared right now, though.
His smile speaks of pleasure and orgasms as he sucks on my nipple, groaning as he tortures it.
“Nico,” I whimper.
“What do you need? Do you want me to wake up Pablo, baby?” he asks. “God, I don’t think this is a heat…”
“I need you. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes darken as he watches me, the slight ambient light coming from outside brightening his face. His facial scruff feels so fucking good as he rubs his face against my warm skin, and he divests me of clothing as he continues to move down my body.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, pushing my legs wide as he gazes at my pussy.
My clothes are all over the floor, and I think my underwear fell over Pablo’s face.
I’m too distracted to check, and I moan as he laps at my slick.
“Your nipples are as hard as diamonds. Show me how you like them touched. I want to see.”
Bringing my hands up to my breasts, I whine softly as I squeeze them. They’re heavy and tender, and I experiment with pinching my nipples, finding I definitely like the pain. It’s something Vero and I played with a little.
“You like pain,” he whispers, grinning as his thumb rubs my clit slowly. “We are going to have so much fun, wife. I’ll never give you more than you can handle. It’s just you and me, Rosa. No one exists, anyone who has ever hurt you doesn’t deserve to be in this space.”
I nod as I continue to play with my nipples while he slowly pushes his fingers into my cunt.
“Breathe, baby. Tell me you hear me.”
“I do,” I moan. “It’s just us. No one else is here.”
I know he doesn’t mean our pack. His words are meant to block out the memories of my rapists, the people who tried to ruin all sexual pleasure for me. Nico rocks his fingers inside of my pussy as he eats me out, his tongue driving me wild.
“One day, all the men who have ever hurt you will be dead,” he growls, listening to the way my cunt clamps down on his fingers.
Slick pushes out of me, making a mess of the blankets underneath me.
Nothing gets me wetter than when he talks about murder.
I can’t help it. “You’ll believe it when we tell you you’re safe, and you won’t second guess yourself for enjoying our touch. ”
My back bows as a rush of heat pushes pleasure through my body, and I moan as Nico uses his teeth on my clit. He’s slowly trying to stretch my cunt without hurting me, teasing me with his words to make me want him more.
I think his plan is working. Everything he says is rooted in both logic and dreams. The men who rule my nightmares actually exist, and when they die, I’ll be able to remind myself they can’t hurt me.
“Nico,” I whimper. “I’m close. Please.”
“Keep playing with your tits, baby. I fucking love how pretty you are when you own your pleasure.”
“Maybe…” I gasp, my hand shaking with emotions and pleasure as my fingers tangle in Nico’s hair. His chuckle is private and sexy as I pull him where I want his mouth. “I’ll enjoy the thought of your cum painting my skin too one day.”
Nico groans, and the vibration of his voice makes my head drop back as my orgasm rolls through me.
I can hear my slick spraying over his face, and as I blink my eyes to clear the haze from it, he crawls up my body.
Raising my feet, I snag the waistband of his sleeping pants with my toes, and pull them down his legs.
“Nice trick,” he grins, grabbing the end of the blanket to clean his mouth and chin. I’m a little sad as I watch him do that, and he freezes. “Do you like the taste of your own cum, Rosa?”
“I do,” I say, biting my lip hesitantly.
“You’re so perfect,” my husband growls, dropping his head to brush his lips against mine. “I want to learn what you like, mia cara moglie.”
“What about you?”
I can feel the weight of his cock against my stomach, warm and hard. His fingers brush through my hair as he continues to kiss me, simply worshipping me through his touch. He doesn’t touch himself, actively ignoring the weapon between his legs.
“This is about you,” he murmurs. “I’m along for the ride, baby. Do you want me to use a condom?”
“There’s no way you randomly have a condom,” I tease him.
“No, I don’t. But I would get up and buy some if you wanted me to.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” I sigh. “And I don’t want anything between us.”
“Okay.” Nico continues to kiss me as his fingers ghost down my skin.
He sucks on my tongue as he pinches my nipples, and bites my bottom lip when his fingers fill my cunt again.
It’s a slow building of stimulation until I’m whimpering as his thumb teases my clit.
“I know, my poor wife hates to be teased. It’s just for a little while, I promise. Can you handle it?”
“For you I can.”
The words are an agreement that I don’t completely hate it, and soothes how full I feel as he stretches four of his fingers inside my pussy. His knot is definitely larger than this, which is why he’s driving me insane with a slower build up.
“I love you,” he confesses, rubbing his nose against mine. “I don’t need you to say it back, not right now. I had to say it. Fuck. Relax, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Mmm. Are you going to come for your husband again?”
“Yes!” I wail. I lose myself as he rolls my clit harder underneath his thumb, and his fingers curve upward to hit the perfect spot inside of me. This takes me more by surprise as he’s worked my body over, learning my sounds as he went.
Pulling his fingers from my cunt, he makes me watch as he sucks my slick from them. It’s filthy and hot, and the way he flicks the tip of his tongue to lap up every drop has me shivering with need.
“Nico. Please.”
“No more begging,” he promises, pulling off his shirt so I can glide my fingertips down his skin. “This’ll hurt at the beginning, baby. Hurt me back. I want to admire your scratches on my skin in the morning.”
Nodding, I watch nervously as he reaches for his cock.
“No, you know what? Wrap those pretty, murderous fingers around my dick and show me how much you want it,” Nico says, his eyes closing in pleasure as I do. “Stroke it…harder. Yes.”
I love how much he clearly loves sex. I heard him with Pablo at the rental, fuck I bet the neighbors could for that matter.
I think my husband is the perfect person to have my first time with.
I’ve heard my cousins say countless times that it doesn’t matter who it’s with, their parents being more lax in their rules.
Seeing his chest begin to heave as he watches me lead him by his cock to my entrance, I think my cousins are wrong. The right person matters.
“Get the crown wet,” Nico growls, his knees spreading mine apart. “You listen so well, baby.”
In a world where I’ve been forced to listen, it’s nice to have a choice. I have a voice here, and he praises me for using it.
“Take a deep breath. Remember, it won’t hurt for long. Okay?”
“Yes,” I whimper in need. I want him so badly, I’m lightheaded as he fists the sheets on either side of me and slowly pushes his way inside of me.
“Rosa.” Nico’s jaw clenches as my slick helps him along. “You good?”
“Yeah. Don’t stop. Please,” I gasp, forcing myself to keep breathing. “Ah…ow.”
“I’m sorry,” he rasps. Reaching between us, he begins to slowly rub my clit. Pleasure begins to slide through my body, and he continues to push his way inside. “That’s it. Keep breathing…”
There’s a sharper pinch of pain than before, and my nails dig into his forearms as he thrusts slowly forward.
“Nico…”
“Almost there.”
Nico distracts me with his teasing kisses, settling in one place until the pain begins to ease. Relief slides through my body, and that becomes pleasure as he begins to piston his hips forward and back, his fingers playing me like his favorite instrument.
My moans are swallowed by his deepening kisses, until I breathe because my husband allows it. Wrapping my legs around him, my heels urge Nico on as my thighs begin to tremble. My toes curl as his knot teases my entrance before pulling away.
“Nico, you asshole,” I whine.
“If you were always sweet, I’d worry you were kidnapped by aliens,” he chuckles. “Let go and come for me. Only then will I knot you.”
“So bossy,” I gasp, sweat beginning to bead on my body. My body feels heavy as I clench around Nico’s cock, and then I’m flying.
Nico muffles my scream with his mouth, and my fingers grab at his hair as if to anchor myself as I fall into my release. Groaning, he pushes his knot inside of me, and his orgasm extends mine as he begins to come.
Burying his face in my neck, he bites down as if he can’t help himself, and I gasp as I shudder.
“Mine,” he rasps. “Fuck, I love you so much. Can you be a good girl and take my knot?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Why does it hurt and feel good?”
“Knots are funny like that,” he chuckles. “Eyes on me, Rosa. You’re made for me, and the only woman I’ve ever been with. I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”
“It’s unhealthy, huh?” I giggle, moaning as things change from pain to bliss. My nerve endings begin to deliver the realization that this doesn’t suck anymore, and Nico’s grin is delicious as he raises his head to gaze at me.
“Completely deranged,” he chuckles. His eyes roll back as his hips slow their pace until his knot is finally all the way in.
We’re both breathing hard as we struggle to regulate our bodies, and Nico enjoys fucking that up by rocking his knot inside of me over and over.
“I didn’t know you could fuck me with your knot,” I moan.
“Stick with me, I have lots to show you,” he purrs. “Hell, we’ll figure it out together. I’m not even close to being done with you. I’ll fuck you into a coma.”
Grinning, I decide that’s the perfect way to fall asleep.
* * *
NICO
My head is laying on the best pillow in the world as I slowly wake up, eyes blinking as I struggle to come back to the land of living.
I can feel the weight of people’s eyes on me, and I groan as I lift my head.
“What?” I ask, yawning.
“You have a really cute ass,” Verona says, chuckling. “It’s currently hanging out…”
“Vero,” Rosa murmurs, yawning. “Why are you talking about Nico’s ass?”
“You’re both naked, baby. Did you and Nico have fun?” she teases.
Realizing I fell asleep while my knot was inside of her, I groan as I lift my head.
“I suck. Are you sore?” I ask, biting my lip as I keep my eyes on her. I’ve had sex before in front of my brothers, but this feels different. I need to make sure she’s good before anything else.
“It’s a good sore,” Rosa says shyly, blushing furiously.
“Thank god,” Ciro says at the bedroom door. “I was wondering when that would happen. Ow!”
Pablo shrugs as I glance over him. His pillow is missing, and when I check on my brother, I find he’s holding it. Meh, he deserved it.
“Does my ass offend anyone?” I ask, smirking.
Verona blushes as she shakes her head, and I raise my brow, happy she’s coming around to us. Dare I say it, she even likes us.
“I’ve seen it enough, I don’t even think about it anymore,” Dario sighs.
“Good.” Stealing the sheet, I wrap Rosa in it and stand. She squeaks in surprise as I pick her up and start walking toward the bathroom to shower together. My brothers can wait to see her naked.
These things will happen when my wife is ready for it to.
“I’ll start breakfast, Mr. Caveman,” Dario says, amused.
“I want eggs with chorizo,” Pablo says, once it's apparent that Rosa isn’t in heat. Nope, this is just a normal day, nothing to see here. “Can we make that happen?”
“You’re lucky I put it in my delivery order,” Dario chuckles.
Now that Dario and Ciro have moved in with us, they’ve been insistent on cooking on days we aren’t eating with Pack Mayor. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for drama to pop off between us all, and none of it has happened.
Watching me slowly deteriorate until I couldn’t hide it anymore scared my brothers straight. Fighting against building our pack can’t happen, because we all need each other. Dario and Ciro also know they have to work together for Verona’s trust.
She’s slowly coming around, but she will always be Team Rosa. I’m on board with that. My wife needs someone who can cut through the bullshit and remind us of what’s important.
“I can walk,” Rosa drawls.
“I know that,” I grumble, shutting the door behind me. “I don’t want to put you down.”
“You’re thinking too hard.”
“Yeah, that too,” I admit, setting her on her feet as I turn on the water to the shower. “Have you ever felt like things are going too well?”
“All the time,” she says, dropping the sheet to the ground. “Bad shit is going to happen, Nico. I want to enjoy what we have now. It’s how I survive the tragedies of my life.”
“I hate that your father has conditioned you to think that’s normal,” I sigh, dragging her into the shower. “We have a lot to figure out, and the charity event is coming up. For now, we’ll do it your way.”
“Does this mean you’re going to fuck me in the shower?” she teases.
Dropping to my knees, I hook her leg over my shoulder.
“Sing for me, wife,” I growl.
I want a future where she can live for tomorrow, and not just today. Un giorno is going to be our mantra until then.