Chapter 30 Angel
Angel
It had been so long since I slept next to another person. Hell, it wasn’t like Gaven and I had done it even once—but somehow, after my wedding night, I’d gotten used to the idea of him near me, especially at night. Sleeping alone for the last five years hadn’t made it go away.
So, when I woke sometime later, surrounded by darkness, the naked heat against my back didn’t startle me.
In fact, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, my body sank back against Gaven’s chest. His arm encircled my waist, and he pulled me against him, the crinkle of gauze and padding sounding against silken sheets.
I opened my eyes and looked down to see that though my body was devoid of clothes, my wounds had been dressed and wrapped.
Gaven’s lips touched my throat, the stubble on the lower half of his face scraping against the sensitive flesh.
Instinctively, I lifted my chin, giving him access.
My lips parted as he set his teeth to my flesh and bit down.
“Ah!” I arched against him but found myself unable to move as his hand slid up from my middle to my chest and he anchored me to him.
“If you weren’t wounded, I’d tie you up and spank the absolute shit out of you,” he said darkly. The pain of his bite slid through my insides, wetting my pussy and pebbling my nipples.
“If it makes it any better, just know that I’m sorry,” I whispered back.
It felt like an eternity passed before he released me and I collapsed onto him and the bed, shuddering as my heart beat an uneven rhythm in my chest. “I had a doctor insert a tracking chip beneath your skin while you were being treated,” he said.
Somehow, that didn’t bother me. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I felt him stiffen against my back.
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s okay. Track me, Gaven. Claim me. Hell, break my legs if it’ll make you feel better. I’m yours, and now that Jackie is gone, I’m done fucking running. I want my life back.”
The world turned, and suddenly, I found myself with my spine against the mattress and a massive hunk of angry male flesh hovering above me. “After all the shit you’ve put me through, you’re going to stop fighting me? Just like that?”
“Yeah,” I said with a solid nod. “Just like that. I meant it when I said I was done. I’ll be whatever you want, Gaven—Master.” I reached up and brushed my fingers along his jaw. My shoulder twinged, but not much.
Midnight blue eyes narrowed on my face. “And if I say I want you pregnant and carrying my heir?” he prompted.
I shrugged lightly. “That was always something you wanted,” I reminded him. “If it weren’t for Jackie, then you would’ve gotten me pregnant years ago.”
“You resisted it before,” he said. “You wanted to go to college.”
“I think what I really wanted was freedom,” I admitted.
“I think I’ve had enough freedom in the last five years to last me a lifetime.
Now, I just want you.” I inhaled. “Oh, but if you want a baby, you should know that we probably need to bring the doctor back. I wasn’t planning on having sex with anyone while I was away from you, but I got an implant a while back. ”
Gaven’s gaze bore into mine. I waited for his reaction, sure he’d be angry, but after several beats, he did nothing but sigh and lower himself against me. Shockingly careful, he spread my legs and settled against my chest, turning his cheek so that his head was right between my breasts.
“I knew about the implant,” he said a moment later.
I blinked in confusion. “You did?” Why hadn’t he said anything?
“Yes.” He nodded against my skin, and I shivered at the feel of his beard growth scraping me. My insides were growing hotter. He had to know what he was doing to my body—even as beat up as it was. “It was removed when I first captured you.”
It took a few seconds for his words to fully make sense. “You … had it removed?” I repeated. A mixture of shock and confusion swarmed me.
He looked up at me. “I told you, love,” he said. “When I fuck you, there’s nothing between us.”
I knew he was telling the truth. He had no reason to lie. Regardless, I reached across to my arm where the implant should have been. I felt around the area and found it empty. How the fuck hadn’t I noticed? I shook my head. Sneaky fucking man.
Another thought occurred to me. “Oh my God,” I pushed him back and felt my stomach. “Was I—”
“No.” Gaven sat up and shook his head. “No, the doctor said you’re not pregnant. I thought I’d managed to do it back at the club, but it appears not.”
Relief flooded me, and I relaxed back into the bed. My arms arched up around him, pulling him back into my embrace as well. “That’s okay,” I said. “It’s fine now. We can practice as much as possible until it happens.”
“Oh, we will,” Gaven said, his voice darkening. His eyes met mine and I saw the same hunger rising within me reflected in his irises. He gritted his teeth and turned away. “Later,” he said, “when you’re better.”
“No!” Grabbing a hold of his shoulders, I tugged him closer, back down over me. “I don’t want to wait,” I said. “I want it now. Please … Master. Please fuck me?”
“Angel…” Gaven’s voice was tight with barely repressed restraint, “You’re hurt.”
“I’ll heal,” I assured him. “And don’t act like you don’t like seeing me in pain anyway—it turns you on.”
One finger trailed down the front of my thigh, where a long patch had been placed over the cut there. “I like seeing you writhe under the pain I give you, Angel,” he said. “Seeing my marks on your skin is different from seeing someone else’s.” His expression turned murderous.
“Did he get away?” I asked.
“I’ll find him,” was Gaven’s response.
I nodded. “I know you will.” Another thought occurred. “And Ron? Is he safe?”
Gaven’s mouth pulled down. “Your client was placed into a safe house. I’m having my men look after him until he decides his next course of action. He’s been taken care of, so you’re not to worry about him. You just focus on healing.”
My lips twitched. “Yes, Master.” I loved the way his body responded to that word. His shoulders tightened. His stomach muscles sucked in, and even if he tried to turn his lower body away, I saw the way his cock thickened and grew erect.
“You don’t know what that means, do you?” he asked.
“What? Calling you Master?” I smiled. “I know I want to find out—really find out.” I touched his hand and then pulled it up my body over my stomach. “I want you to give me what you need, Gaven. I want to be everything to you. Your wife and your submissive.”
“We’ve been playing at it thus far, Angel,” he said. “What we had isn’t real BDSM. It's a facade.”
“I know.” I touched his finger to my lips, parted them, and sucked it inside. His cock twitched. “I want the real thing,” I confessed.
“That requires trust,” he said.
I nodded, curling my tongue around the digit in my mouth.
“Do you trust me, Angel?” he asked.
I popped his finger from my lips. “More than anyone else in the world, Gaven. No more lies. No more running. I want to be what you need. Your wife. Your Queen. The mother of your children. Please…” I shifted my hips, lifting them. “I need you.”
A beat passed. Tense silence cut through the space around us as I waited for his response. Hope bloomed in my chest and then swelled, growing larger and larger until I feared it would burst inside me and send pieces of my body flying around the room.
“Open for me,” he commanded. That single order deflated the balloon in my chest and made butterflies take flight.
Gaven turned me onto my side and took the spot he’d occupied earlier at my back.
His hand slid around me and down as my legs parted.
His cock, already hard and ready, prodded against my asscheeks before slipping between my thighs and moving for my entrance.
“So wet already…” he murmured as his finger flicked at my clit, making me cry out again before he delved further down.
“Are you hungry for my cock, Angel? Do you want me to take you?”
I hissed as his fingers touched my opening. “Yessss…” I couldn’t deny it. It was right there, and I wanted it.
Gaven’s low growl of approval rumbled against my spine.
Please, I begged silently, hoping he would hurry up and slide inside of me.
My insides coiled with need. Every awful thing he’d ever said to me—about me—was right.
I was a deviant woman, cock-hungry, and such a fucking whore for him. Only him, though.
“Spread your legs,” he said. “Hold yourself open for my cock.”
I did as he ordered, reaching down and lifting my leg up with one hand under my knee as it bent and he shifted closer to my back.
Gaven slid it over his hip gently, careful of my wound.
He pulled back and adjusted his cock, pressing the head of his shaft against my pussy, slipping it inside the barest of inches.
I whimpered in the back of my throat, needing more.
“Shhhh.” He hushed me. “Don’t be so impatient, love.” But I was impatient. I couldn’t help it. I arched my ass back against him, trying to take him in further, only to be met with a sharp slap to my cunt with the hand that was still playing between my folds.
I nearly let my leg slip from my grasp as I cried out. “Needy little sluts don’t get what they want, Angel,” Gaven warned me. “Be good for your Master; good girls get all that they deserve.”
As much as it pained me, I knew he was right.
If I was a good girl, he’d reward me, and oh, how I wanted that reward.
I wanted his cock in my pussy. I wanted his hand wrapped around my throat.
So, as hard as it was, I remained still as he slid the barest of inches further into my channel.
It was painful to keep myself in place when with one shift, I could have him impaled in my cunt in an instant.