Chapter 24
The second my eyes welled with tears, Ransom panicked.
Well. Panicked more. He’d started to panic way before that, but it got worse when I cried. His tan skin went ashen and he took a step toward me before immediately retreating again.
He thought I didn’t like it, but he’d made me a gift? No one had ever made me anything like this before.
I choked out a sob and threw myself into his arms, burying my face at his neck. His arms came around me and he held me tight.
“Fuck, Little Reaper. I’m so sorry. I’ll get you something else. A million of them.”
He rumbled with a purr, a desperate attempt to soothe me—but that was all wrong.
“N-no, I… I love it,” I choked out.
Ransom’s purr stuttered. “Um… can you… could you say that again?”
I drew back, lip quivering embarrassingly. “It’s so perfect.” I said, staring up into his pretty jade eyes.
A wedding gift?
I couldn’t even… I blinked back more tears. Sometimes I had to shove away the thought of the marriage. Even a fake wedding, in winter, that never happened was… Well, it was so much more than I thought I’d ever get.
I was gold pack. Broken. A pack was too good to be true, let alone a wedding.
And now Ransom was making me a wedding gift?
“You… don’t want it gone?” He was half-bewildered.
I growled on instinct, shifting to the side until I was standing between my mate and my gift. That shelf could never leave this room. Ever. Well, until my nest moved.
“It’s mine,” I said adamantly, hackles raising like I might have to fight. “You already… You already gave it to me, so you can’t take it back.”
That’s how it worked, right?
Ransom’s sad panic faded from his eyes as I pout-glared at him. His lips twitched into a smile as he stared at me in awe.
“I love you so fucking much.” He kissed my forehead, then my nose. “No one has ever…” He paused, throat bobbing. “You’re just… perfect Shatter.” I turned back to the bookshelf. I didn’t understand why he was anxious.
Maybe because he’d been bringing something into my nest without me knowing. But it had been destroyed, so I was in a transition period anyway.
But the gift was so far beyond perfect. A bookshelf for all my textbooks that was crafted all… not straight, exactly how I liked it—not a tangent line in sight.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip.
He must have worked so hard on it, too. Ransom was rich and smart and good at stuff, so it must have taken a lot of effort for him to make it all not straight for me.
His grip on me tightened and suddenly I couldn’t ignore how close he was, and my scent started to rise, slick gathering in my core.
“When I went feral, Shatter, I barely had anything. No family except Umbra and Dusk, and I didn’t know if I’d wake up, or if I did, they’d even still be there. They shouldn’t have been, you know? I owe those two so fucking much, but the best thing they’ve ever done is find you.”
I whined, reaching up to wind my arms around his neck.
“Waking from hell to find you was more than I ever deserved. You’re my omega, Shatter Kingsman. My beautiful wife.”
Before he could move, I surged up and my mouth crashed against his. His scent spiked around me, cool rain in a forest, lily of the valley drowning me.
I needed him.
Our tongues tangled, and I moaned against his lips while spinning us and walking him backward until his back hit our wedding bookshelf.
Shatter deftly got my pants undone.
“Shatter—wait, you don’t—shit, I wanted to be the one to show you how much?—!”
My wife cut me off with her lips on mine. She was up on her toes to reach, fist squeezing my cock roughly and getting another groan from me.
Nightshade was heavy in the air, and my growl made her shiver. I wove my fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat, kissing along the soft skin and along the bite Dusk had left.
Her grip on my cock faltered as she grew distracted, but with a disgruntled little whine she focused on it again. She glared at me when I flashed her a grin.
“I want you to claim me right here,” she whispered, breathless, grip on my cock bordering a threat.
The hold I had on her hair was useful to push her down—and she didn’t resist. Shatter dropped to her knees, immediately kissing the side of my length. I groaned but didn’t let her engulf my length with her hot mouth yet.
“Tongue, Little Reaper.” I hadn’t intended to use the bond, caught in the moment, but she was just so goddamn sexy. I felt a rush of lust from her and decided not to drop the command like I’d been about to.
Her golden eyes glittered as she looked up from her knees, waiting for my cock.
She was my angel, and I was in fucking heaven.
I could stare at her like that forever, but she let out a little whine, reminding me that the dark bond far from meant I was in charge.
I’d also seen her take a punishment from Dusk enough to know that she did not want me being nice about it. I dragged her lips to my tip.
“Choke yourself,” I growled. Dusk was playing with fire when he used that as a command. So I didn’t go quite that far, but my head fell back against the shelf and I grit my teeth with pleasure as she drew my cock into her mouth.
Shatter’s instincts were riding her harder than I’d thought because she didn’t waste a fucking second.
She whined as I gripped her hair, already so close. I held on, letting out a growl, a rush of pleasure sending reverberations down my spine.
This was fast. Way too fucking fast.
There was a moment when she gagged and I almost pulled back, but she forced me deeper on her own. Her nails dug into my thighs through the jeans and I couldn’t have gotten my cock out of her mouth if I tried.
Not that I was going to.
She could swallow me down like this every minute of the day if she wanted to.
I wanted to hold out, avoid coming so I could savour this, but she wasn’t having any of that.
With a glint of determination in her eyes, Shatter took me deeper and deeper until she was swallowing around my tip, eyes watering.
For the love of?—
She whined deep in her chest as she took me deeper, like she was trying to take my knot into her mouth too.
That was it for me.
My grip tightened in her hair and my vision flashed white as my orgasm overtook me and my seed spilled down her throat. Too rough, I thought, as each shallow thrust pushed my knot against her lips.