Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
“HXWL” BY VICE MONR?E
STEELE
Fuck, hearing her saying those words does something to my hindbrain and the sound of fabric ripping registers before I realize I’ve torn her sleep shorts down the middle.
“Good girl,” I purr, watching the way her pretty pink pussy clenches at my words.
Normally I’d let my instincts take over, lose myself completely like I started to when she first pulled me to her.
I'm a primal Dom. Not everyone's built for that kind of intensity — the chasing, the marking, the losing myself in it a little.
It's not about anger. It's the most honest I ever get to be.
Though many have been scared off on account of my size and scars.
But when she first hesitated to ask for what she wanted, I knew I had to hold back. I had to get her to ask for this, because she shouldn’t be afraid to take something for herself. Especially if it involves my tongue on her cunt.
I don’t make her wait, the outraged sound due to me shredding her clothes turning to the sexiest goddamn moan I’ve ever heard when I push my face into the apex of her thick thighs and feast.
Fucking hell she tastes like all my favourite things. Sweet and musky and I push my face in more, grabbing her legs and placing them over my shoulders so I can go deeper, spearing my tongue inside her to gather more of her nectar.
Her nails scrape along my scalp, sending tendrils of pleasure along my spine as I lick inside her hot walls. God I never want to come up for air, so I push my nose into her lower lips, inhaling her scent as I fuck her with my tongue.
“Steele! Jesus! Fuck!” She’s almost incoherent which just won’t do at all.
I want her unable to utter a fucking word, so I pull my tongue out, moving up to her clit which is hard as a pebble.
I suck and her back bows off the bed, but I hold her down, using my tongue to flick and caress her little bud while I suck.
The texture of her changes, going a little rough moments before a shattered cry falls from her lips and suddenly my mouth is full of her liquid release.
A deep groan leaves me. Fuck, she’s a squirter and I’m gonna drink her down like the ambrosia she is.
I don’t stop, sucking and slurping her until she’s boneless, her small hands trying to push me away.
I give her a final lick, because I’m an asshole who loves her little whimpering cries, then prop myself up on my elbows. Christ she’s a picture. Like something out of a painting, all flushed pearly skin, wild hair and lowered lids, her breasts heaving with every breath.
“Jesus, Steele,” she chuckles. “Where on earth did you learn to do that? I feel like you stole my soul right out of my vagina.”
I laugh, my chest warming at her praise. “Stole your soul, huh?”
“Sucked it right from my cooch.” I laugh again, deep and loud. This woman.
“I best replace it with something then,” I playfully add, before tugging down my sweats, surging up and pushing into in her still quivering core.
Fuck. Me.
“Steele!” she yells, her whole body tensing.
I hold completely still, the little frown between her brows telling me this is more than just a normal adjustment to my size.
“ I’m sorry, it’s just, I need a moment, I'm not — my anatomy is a little different, it took work to get here.” Her words are rushed, her eyes darting away.
“Hey, talk to me, Flower,” I urge, then I freeze, my heart giving a thud in my chest. “Shit, protection.”
“It’s okay. I can’t have kids,” she tells me matter of factly, though I don’t miss the way her eyes dull a little like it’s an old wound.
My hand comes up to cup her face. “Blossom—”
“I was born without a uterus, and well, a small vagina that I’ve had to gradually deepen with, well, dildos effectively,” she says softly, finally meeting my eyes.
“I found out when I was sixteen and my periods never started. I still have ovaries, I produce eggs, but…” she shrugs, trying for casual and missing. “No womb. No way to carry a baby.”
Fuck. My chest tightens at the pain in her voice, the old grief she's learned to carry.
“Blossom, baby, you’ve had to deal with so fucking much. Thank you for telling me, I don’t ever want to hurt you in a way you don’t enjoy.” I lean down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Is that why you foster?” I ask gently.
Her smile is bittersweet. “Partly. I figured if I couldn't have children the traditional way, I'd mother the ones who desperately needed someone to love them.” Her hand comes up to cover mine on her cheek. “They're my children, Steele. Just as much as if I'd carried them myself.”
“I know they are, Flower.” I lower down, kiss her softly. “And you're an incredible mother to them. I wish I’d had someone like you when I was growing up.”
She blinks rapidly, tears threatening. “Thank you.”
“And I've never slept with anyone without a condom,” I tell her, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “Was tested a few weeks ago. Clean. Haven't been with anyone since.”
“Me too. That is, I’m clean and only ever used condoms before.” Her breath hitches as I shift slightly inside her. “But Steele? I want to feel you. All of you. No barriers.”
Something primal roars through me.
I lower down once more, until I’m caging her in, and something in me fucking purrs at the fact she's in my arms while my bare cock is inside her.
“You want me to fill this sweet pussy up with my cum?” My voice is gravel. Pure unadulterated need. “Want me bareback and you dripping when I'm done?”
“Yes,” she gasps. Her walls give a strong squeeze that has lightning flash up my spine from my balls. “Please, Steele. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Fuck yes.
I move my hips, watching her face as our bodies touch everywhere, sweat forming on our skin as I start to fuck her.
I make sure it’s not too deep, watching the micro expressions on her face to ensure she’s in no pain.
Her hands rest on my pecs, her fingers digging in, nails indenting my skin but those are scars that I would wear with pride if she made me bleed.
“More,” she gasps, her nails digging in deeper, her legs wrapping round me and pulling me closer. “Please, Steele. Harder.”
Fuck.
My body starts thrusting into her, the sound of our skin slapping filling the room alongside our panted breaths. The noises she makes encourages me further until I’m fucking her so hard the bed is shaking and warm liquid covers my cock in spurts that coincide with her gasps.
I watch as her face contorts in pleasure over and over again, realizing that she’s coming all over me, like a never ending orgasm that is dragging me under.
“Mine,” I growl, her eyes opening to look into mine. “Say it, Flower.”
“Yours,’ she gasps, and her nails break my skin, the sharp pain causing me to push my hips into the cradle of her thighs. “Steele—fuck—yours.”
“And Anatole’s? Nox’s?” I grunt when her inner walls clamp down hard around me. She definitely likes that idea.
She’s gasping. “Yes! God, yes. Yours. All of yours.”
Her admission sends me over the edge, and I come with a roar as I thrust deep inside her, my balls emptying as my cock keeps pumping my cum into her.
Fuck. I didn’t know it would feel like this. Like I want to push it deep inside her, keep us locked together so none of it leaks out.
“Has it ever…” she trails off, and I push up, just enough so I can look into those beautiful hazel eyes of hers but leaving the rest of our bodies touching. “Has it ever felt like that before? Sex I mean.”
I don’t miss the vulnerability in her gaze, and lean on one elbow so I can brush some of her hair off her sweat slicked skin.
“No, Flower. It’s never felt like that before. Like I will die if I never get to be inside you again. Like I can breathe for the first time in my miserable life with you in my arms.”
Her kiss swollen lips part, her eyes misting at my words. But they’re the truth, and I’m done hiding from anything good in my life because I’m scared it’ll be taken away. I hold my breath, not moving a muscle while I wait for her to gather her thoughts and respond.
A small smile plays on her lips, some of the tension seeping out of my muscles.
“With you holding me like this, it’s like for the first time in my life I’m safe.
Like nothing or no one can hurt me ever again, as long as I’m in your arms.” Her confession has a lump forming in my throat.
I’ve never been anyone’s rock, something they can rely on because no one has ever needed me like that.
“I’ll always keep you safe,” I promise her, giving no fucks that it’s been a little over seven days since we met each other. With the kind of childhood I had, you learn pretty fucking fast that you grab hold of the good things, and kill anyone who tries to take them. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My chest tightens a fraction, realizing what I just promised when the guys and I have spoken about using this time to get on our feet then taking Jus away to a place of our own. Only, thing is, it doesn’t feel like such a great option anymore.
She gives me a smile that damn near steals the heart right from my scarred chest, then her nose scrunches.
“It’s also never been quite so… wet before.” I can’t help the deep, satisfied laugh that tumbles from my lips. Though I suppose I should be a gentleman and let her out of the no doubt large damp patch she’s currently lying in.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then I’ll change the sheets,” I offer, giving her lips one last lingering kiss before pulling out and off of her.
The little gasp she makes when I leave her body has me wanting to puff my chest out in pride. As does the huge wet patch on the bed.
“Thank goodness for the waterproof sheets on the bed,” she sighs, scooting over and getting up.
Her legs wobble, and I’m there, helping to hold her up as she stabilises.
“I have them on all the beds in case of accidents with the kids. Sometimes the younger ones want to sleep in with me if they have a particularly bad dream.”
Marvelling at how selfless this incredible woman is, I look over her body and want to preen again. She’s covered in bite marks and bruises, vivid against her pale skin, signs of what we did and I fucking love it. She follows my gaze, her eyes widening as they snap up to me.
“Oh my god! Steele! Your chest.” Her cheeks go bright red and I look down to see not only the crescents of her nails with drops of blood dripping down them, but several deep scratch marks raised against my dark skin like brands.
“Best scars I’ll ever have,” I tell her honestly, running my fingers over the raised welts.
I can feel every mark she left on me, even if they'll fade to darker lines against my skin eventually.
Grabbing her arm, I pull her into my body.
Fuck, I love the feel of her skin on mine.
“Next time go deeper so they really will last.”
I capture her lips in mine, loving the way she melts into me. It’s not only her that feels being in my arms is right. Having her here, with me, is like a dream I never want to wake up from. She’s home now, just as much as the guys are. And fuck anyone who says otherwise.
“DESERT ROSE” BY LOLO ZOUA?
BLOSSOM
After a long hot shower where Steele washes every inch of me, I watch as he makes my bed, not letting me help at all.
So I steal his t-shirt, he’s wrecked mine anyway so I say it’s my right.
He just gives me that devastating smirk of his when he looks up, then pulls me down into bed with him, nestling me against his side, my head on his chest and the blankets tucked in around us.
His fingers trace one of the bite marks on my neck, making me shiver.
“You really want all three of us?”
His question stalls my breath for a moment, but I’m not as scared to admit it now as I was before.
I bite my lip. “Is that… is that terrible?”
“No.” His answer is immediate, certainty ringing out in his tone. “It’s perfect.”
My brows dip, and I shift to look up at him, seeing a smile on his lips that still look kiss swollen.
“Perfect?”
He traces a pattern on my skin, which is making it a little tricky to focus on the conversation to be honest. “We’ve always shared everything, from the day we met in the group home.
We made a pact to never let anything come between us, and as we grew older, that included women.
” His dark eyes lift from his fingers on my skin, meeting mine.
“But what if we all shared you? Together and separately?”
My breath hitches. “You’d be okay with that?”
A small smile plays around the edges of his lips.
“More than okay.” He slides his hand possessively over my hip.
“Watching Anatole kiss you. Watching Nox touch you. All three of us looking after you, protecting you. Loving you.” My breath stalls entirely.
“Knowing at the end of the day you come home to all of us. That we come home to you. That you’re ours and we’re yours. ”
My pulse rushes in my ears. “That sounds…” I can’t even find the words for how amazing that sounds. It feels like it’s too good to be true.
“Like everything you want?” His lips curve, and god I want to kiss them again.
“Yes,” I confess, like it’s too precious an idea to speak out loud. “But would they want that? Want me like that? Share me like that? Especially knowing that I can’t—”
He stops me with a single thick finger on my lips. “They’ll want you, trust me, Flower. They’re halfway there already. And the fact you can’t have children won’t matter to them any more than it matters to me.”
My eyes search his, trying to find the lie, the deception. But there is none. “You mean that?”
“I mean that.” His certainty is absolute, and so very Steele. “You’re perfect exactly as you are.”
I let out a shaky breath, my nose and eyes stinging. “Okay.”
“Besides,” his tone turning dark and silky, like midnight. “They’re going to lose their minds when they see these marks.” His fingers brush another hickey along my collarbone. “When they smell me on you.”
I flush. “Steele…”
Even though I’m sore, Steele is a big man everywhere, lust has me clenching my thighs.
He just smiles in that way of his, knowing his affect on me. “They’ll get there. We just need to show them both what they’re missing and that they deserve you too.”
“We?”
“Yes. We.” He pulls me into his arms, my head on his chest. “Now get some sleep, Flower. You’re going to need it.”
“Why?” I try to push up, but he holds me firm, using his stupid man muscles on me. No fair.
“Because if you think I’m done with you for tonight, I clearly haven’t been doing my job properly.”