Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
WREN
I rest on Sire’s chest, tracing my fingertips over the ink hiding the burn scars on his pecs. I’ve memorized them.
“Did you really mean it? That I should start a war?”
“Yeah.” He holds me tighter, his voice low. “If I don’t come home with my nephew, tell Axel. Tell The Queen. Tell everyone. They’ll start a war for Lev and—”
“But that means you’ll be…” I swallow, suddenly silenced, tears biting at my eyes. I know my husband. Sire will die for me, for his family.
He rolls on top of me, caressing my curls. Kissing me, it’s like he has no fear, only faith. “That means we’ll start our family before I leave.”
We just made love. It’s all Sire wanted to do when we got home. Hold me. Kiss me. Live inside me. Come inside me. Even though he can be so dark and kinky, sex is sacred between us; sometimes he fights tears, too.
I want a family with him. Sire is my family. But he’s been making us wait.
Until now.
I know why, and it terrifies me. It conjures my ominous instinct, making me plead, “Don’t. Don’t leave me. Please…” Tears blur my vision. “Let me go with you.”
“No. You’re my answered prayer, Wren.” He gazes down at me as if I’m his only treasure, pecking my lips. “I’ll do anything to protect you. So, I need the kings to keep you safe, because I don’t trust him. For some reason, Ruslan actually gives a shit about your safety, and—”
“Because he wants to take our child … if we ever have one.”
A knowing grin crinkles the ink by his eyes. “That’ll never happen. My wife is a badass. No matter what, she’ll protect our child.”
I sniff, “Don’t say that as if you won’t be here, protecting us, too.”
“He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will—”
“Do not quote the Bible to me when we’re talking Bratva bullshit.”
I cup his handsome, whiskered jaw with his hard, naked body over mine. He’s a feral distraction, but I’m serious. Tears leave, and my determination sets in.
“You will get me pregnant, Sire Rutledge, then give a kidney to the Devil, and bring your nephew home, and get me pregnant again. Five kids and fourteen grandkids; you can’t die until we’re surrounded by them. That’s our deal.”
“Five of my babies?” He smiles, letting his swelling erection answer, his knees forcing my thighs open. “Deal. We’ll have your IUD taken out tomorrow.”
My smile mirrors his, our emotions and bodies fused. I wriggle under him. “Shouldn’t you save your seed until then?”
He grabs my wrists, pinning them over my head, his gaze trapped by my stigmata tattoos before he locks eyes with mine.
“I get so fucking hard for you, Wren, I have plenty of seed to pump inside you.” Pressing his swollen tip to my wet entrance, spilling from minutes before, he can feel it.
It makes his eyes blaze. “Your pussy is so perfect, dripping with my cum. It wants more, doesn’t it? It wants my baby.”
“Yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, getting wetter at how his ass cheeks flex beneath my feet, his obliques straining against my thighs. “Breed me, Pastor. I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll stay full of your load forever.”
“Fuck, Wren.” He loses it, growling with a thrust inside me, making me cry out. “You want this dick, Angel? You want my cum?” He starts fucking me hard and not holding back, the friction against my clit forcing moans up my throat.
“Good girl,” he grunts. “That’s it. Take this dick. Let me fuck you and fill this tight pussy.”
Our sex gets loud, wild, and sweaty before a bang on our bedroom door.
Sire stills inside me, his jaw clenched. “Go. Away.”
“Sorry, bro,” Loch calls through the door. “Just thought for the second round, you’d want to use your new breeding bench.”
Planked over my body with his hungry dick buried inside me, Sire looks like a killer, crazed by kink. “My what?”
Is he asking me or Loch? Should I moan or giggle? I told Loch to do this. To cockblock. I just didn’t know it’d be on a night like this.
A night when everything’s changing.
“Your breeding bench,” Loch answers. “That’s what it is. Right, Wren? The sex store delivered it today. No way it goes in your living room, and it wouldn’t fit in your bedroom, so I had them put it in mine. But maybe you should get a place with a third bedroom, cuz it barely fits.”
“I’m gonna kill him,” Sire snarls.
I stick with my plan, rolling my hips. “But you have seed to spread, Pastor.”
“Not when my brother’s at the fucking door.”
“Since when has that stopped you?”
Suspiciously, Sire slants his eyes. Pulling out, his dick glistens, suspicious too. “What did you do?”
“She got a sex bench and it’s kinky as fuck,” Loch taunts. “You can strap her to it and fill her with your seed all day. But you should really get another place for it, Pastor. Your visiting parishioners will clutch their pearls if they see this perverted thing.”
My lips roll over my teeth.
I’m busted and don’t care.
Neither does Sire. Jumping up, he storms to the door. Angrily ripping it open, he stands nose-to-nose with Loch. “I’m about to clutch my fucking Glock and kill you if you don’t go home right now and make up with Alena.”
“Whoops,” Loch smirks, glancing down at his brother’s fuming erection. “Did I interrupt the God Rod?”
“You know you fucking did, and it’s time to leave. Now.”
“Don’t make him leave. It’s not his fault.” I sit up, clutching the sheet over me. “I told him to do this. I just want us to get a—”
“I know what you want, Angel.” Sire and his erection point my way. I swear that thing is like a giant compass, and I’m its true north. “And surprise, I’m already working on getting us a second place near Nash and Vale.”
“You are?” I beam. “But you didn’t tell me.”
“Hence, the surprise.” Only his eyes soften. “I always know what you need, Angel, before you even feel it. But you…”
He turns back to Loch, leaving butterflies bursting in my heart.
Sire knew.
He always knows me.
How did I finally get so lucky? And why is it so innocent and hot that these brothers can stand buck naked around each other? And why am I clutching the sheet? It’s not like Loch hasn’t seen my goodies, too.
“So help me, God,” Sire warns him, “if you don’t leave and go home and get Alena back, I’ll drag your ass there.”
Loch snarls, the humor leaving him, “She said to give her space.”
“Three hundred fucking miles of it?” Sire deadpans. “No. Go home.”
“It’s time you resume Operation Grovel For Alena,” I add.
Loch counters, “Groveling annoys her.”
“Okay. I’ll just say it…”
I flit my hand at Loch in jeans and a black T-shirt. The man has giant muscles popping everywhere.
And I flit at Sire, my jacked, inked, hot AF husband, who’s still hard; Viagra should take notes.
“You brothers are way too hot and blessed with beautiful, big dicks. You’re never annoying, even when groveling. We’re just making you work for the pussy when it’s already yours.” I stab my finger at them. “And don’t tell the queens I told you that; I’ll get kicked out of their Cunty Club.”
Sire smirks, crossing his beefy arms and leaning against the doorjamb. “So, I never annoy you?”
Oh fuck.
I’m gonna regret that confession.
Sweetly, I huff, “I love you, but don’t test my theory. Just stay hard. We’re not done. And you?” I aim my orders at Loch. “You love Alena, and she loves you. Grovel and make it hot. Use that big dick and smile. And if you need our help, you know we always will.”