Chapter Nineteen
As I pack my bags in a rush, Soren and Mickey hover nearby, their smirks practically audible in the dimly lit hotel room.
“You’re really sneaking out in the middle of the night?” Soren jokes, his grin widening.
I shoot him a wry glance, zipping up my bag with fervor. “You bet your ass I am,” I reply, my tone determined.
Mickey chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “Never thought I’d see Sawyer Perry whipped,” he teases, his amusement clear.
Rolling my eyes, I sling my bag over my shoulder. “Call it what you want,” I retort, feeling a surge of determination. The truth is that I can’t control the part of me that’s desperate to be with Lucia, to be inside her. It’s an addiction only she can satisfy and I’m done fucking fighting it.
Soren claps me on the back, grinning. “You really like her, don’t you? I mean, this is more than just the contract.”
It’s so much more than the deal I made with Tom. In fact, I don’t care about that anymore. “She’s my wife,” I answer simply.
“Fucking caveman,” Mickey chuckles.
“Well, better hurry then,” Soren says, barely containing his own laughter. “Don’t want her to forget who she belongs to.”
I punch him on the upper arm. “Dick.”
“We’ll tell Coach something urgent came up,” Mickey says.
“I never thanked you for being witnesses to our marriage,” I say, looking between them. “Thank you.”
“Was it real?” Soren asks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“It is now,” I admit. “So thank you.”
Mickey chuckles. “Don’t mention it.”
With a nod, I stride out the door, driven by an intense need to be with Lucia. As I head to the airport, I feel a sense of urgency pushing me forward. I need her, and I need her now.
Flying from Vancouver to Minneapolis feels like an eternity. Restlessness gnaws at me throughout the flight, my thoughts consumed by Lucia. I spend the hours in the air glued to my phone, religiously watching the security cameras in my home.
Lucia’s sleeping in my bed. Naked and starfished, which gives me a pretty fucking spectacular view of her body. Every now and then she mumbles in her sleep, but it’s never anything that makes sense. She says something about a wolf, mentions her friend Gail, and then… she says my name. Pride swirls inside me, and I love knowing I’m starring in her dreams.
“Not long now,” I mumble to the screen, wishing she could hear me.
As soon as the plane touches down, I’m out of my seat, practically sprinting through the airport. I completely ignore the fans calling out my name. Hailing a taxi, I throw an obscene amount of money at the driver, urging him to speed to my destination. Every passing moment feels like an eternity, my impatience growing with each second. All I can think about is getting back to Lucia. To my wife.
Call me whipped, call me emasculated… I don’t fucking care about anything but burying myself in Lucia.
Finally home, I sneak into my apartment, careful not to wake Lucia up. As I enter the bedroom, a low groan escapes me when I see her lying naked on her stomach on my bed. My heart races at the sight, desire stirring within me. I quickly undress and approach her, unable to resist the pull she has on me.
As though she’s sensing my presence, she lifts her hips slightly, showing me her perfect cunt. Fuck me, she’s wet. Her lips are glistening with her arousal. The need to eat her out, to have her juices coating my tongue is strong. For a moment, I deliberate whether or not I should cross that line. The last thing I want is for her to wake up afraid, but on the other hand… fuck it. There is no other hand.
I slowly stroke my dick while watching her. I could just fuck her, she’d love that. No, I have to taste her first. Crawling onto the bed, I move closer until I can smell her arousal. I wish I fucking knew what she’s dreaming about. It better be me.
Running my nose through her slit, I inhale sharply. Fuck, she smells as good as she tastes. She moans and lifts her ass higher when I lap at her pink opening. Her taste explodes on my tongue, making me groan in pure ecstasy.
“Fuck, bunny,” I rasp. Licking the length of her perfect cunt, I harden my tongue as I reach her clit. My face is practically being smothered by her ass cheeks, and I fucking love it.
“Mhmm… Sawyer?” Lucia’s tone is thick with sleep.
“It’s me,” I growl. I don’t stop licking her. Pushing my tongue into her cunt, I greedily fuck her, loving the way my saliva and her juices mix.
“What are you… oh fuck!” She arches her back, pushing her ass more firmly against me. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Huh, that’s not the reaction I was expecting. I thought she’d be pissed I went down on her. “Is this okay?” I ask, needing to know. Then it hits me. “It’s the position, isn’t it?”
“Shut up and eat my cunt like you mean it,” she demands. “Bury your tongue inside my tight pussy.”
Fuuuck, I love the way the filthy words fall from her lips. She isn’t asking, she’s demanding, and right now, there’s nothing I want more than to obey her.
I slap her left ass cheek. “Spread your legs wider, wife.”
She immediately shuffles around on the bed, widening so I can slide under her. I move so I’m lying on my back, and then I grab her hips, using my hold on her to push her down until she’s smothering me with her dripping cunt.
“Ride my face,” I groan. I’m unsure if she’s heard me until she rotates her hips. “That’s it, bunny. Fucking use me.” Moving my hands to the soft globes of her ass, I squeeze them tight.
“Sawyer,” she cries.
“I want your cream, baby,” I growl. “Give it to me.”
Hardening my tongue again, I swirl her swollen clit. Her thighs around my ears muffle her sounds, but I can still hear her moans and cries for more. I continue to eat her like a starved man, and I don’t stop until wetness gushes into my mouth.
“Sawyer! Fuck… I… I’m… Sawyer!” She screams my name so loud I’m glad I don’t have any neighbors. Those sounds are for my ears only.
When she’s no longer shaking, I lift her off me and throw her onto her back on the bed. Before she can protest, I hover over her. One knee between her legs, grinding against her soaked core. Lucia looks up at me through hazy eyes. She blinks once, twice. Then she rears up, winding her arms around my neck.
“Welcome home,” she purrs.
I chuckle when I feel her tongue licking the wetness from my mouth. “Missed me?” I grin.
Instead of answering me, she claims my lips in a kiss that tells me everything she won’t; she definitely missed me. “Lucia,” I growl, breaking the kiss. “I told you I’m greedy. Use your words.”
Laying back down, she gives me a coy look and bites her plump bottom lip. “Yes.” Well, I can’t say I was expecting her to be that honest. “I missed your cock,” she purrs seductively.
“Only my cock?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.
Her cheeks flush a pretty red. It almost matches her hair, which is spread out beneath her. “Can you just fuck me already?” she snarks, making me laugh.
I feel like beating my fucking chest and roaring in satisfaction. Knowing my wife missed me as much as I’ve missed her is an incredible feeling. But, sadly she’s not ready to admit that yet. I can be patient for a little bit longer.
“Sure,” I agree. I lean back so I’m resting on my heels. Then I wrap my hands around her quivering thighs and drag her closer to me. Sliding my hands down her smooth legs, I throw them over my shoulders. I angle my hips so the head of my cock prods against her pink hole. “Hold on tight.”
Before she can do or say anything, I slam all the way inside her. I groan as her warm, wet cunt squeezes me. “Fuck. Wife.” I feel her stiffen when I look down between us, but I don’t stop. I fuck her harder until the sounds of skin against skin and our moans ricochet off the walls. “Do you like me fucking you without a condom?” I rasp.
Before I went away, I fucked her three times without rubbering up, and neither of us have commented on it. But fuck if it hasn’t played on my mind. How much better her cunt feels with no barrier. It makes it harder to hold back, all I want to do is rut into her like a feral animal.
“Yes,” she cries, her back bowing off the bed as I lean forward and squeeze her nipples. “It feels fucking amazing. You feel amazing.”
I slam into her over and over, loving the way she feels. She’s so pliable when my thick cock’s filling her up. “I’m never using one with you again,” I grind out, tweaking her nipples. “Do you hear that, bunny? Never.”
Lucia pulls her legs away from my shoulders and twists away from me. “The fuck,” I growl.
She sits up and gets on her knees, moving closer until our foreheads are touching. “I want to be on top.”
I chuckle breathlessly and slap her tempting ass. “Okay,” I agree, laying down on my back again. Wasting no time, Lucia straddles me. She grabs the base of my cock and angles it toward her wet pussy. Then she slowly, painfully fucking slowly, sinks down. “Fuck,” I groan.
Once she’s taken all of me, she tilts her head to the side and looks down at me. “Do I please you, Sy? Do you like feeling my pussy squeeze your big dick?” Her tone is low, tempting.
“You do, bunny, and I fucking love my cunt.” She moans at my words.
“Yours?” She moves her hands to my chest, gently caressing the skin with her long, sharp nails. “It’s mine. I’m just allowing you to use it.” I look down as her fingers trace my skin all the way to my nipple.
I groan when she squeezes my nipple with her nails. “It’s my fucking pussy, baby.”
She moans again. “Is your cock mine?”
“Of course,” I groan. “All yours.”
“Okay. My pussy’s yours then.”
Palming her hips, I hold her still as I begin to thrust into her. “It’s mine,” I snarl like she disagreed with me. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
“Yes,” she pants. “All yours, Sy.”
I grin, which probably looks deranged. But I like that she’s giving me a nickname, even if she is fucking butchering my name in the process. “I want to hear you moan that,” I say as I buck under her.
“Stop being so bossy,” she scolds. “Let me ride you.”
Tightening my hold on her hips, I say, “I don’t think so. You wanted to be on top, baby. So that’s how I’m fucking you.”
Her lips twitch in amusement while she simultaneously digs her nails deeper into my skin. I feel the moment she breaks through, and it causes me to let out a guttural groan. “Fuck yeah.”
“You like pain with your pleasure?” she asks curiously.
At the mention, the scratches from Sunday itch on my back. She wasn’t gentle, and the skin back there shows the proof. “I like everything you do.” I punctuate my words by slamming up and into her, hard and unforgiving.
Sitting straighter, she lets her hands fall away from my chest and licks her lips. “I want to try that,” she says, hesitantly. “I want you to h-hurt me while you’re inside me.”
I lean up and gently brush the hair away from her face so I can see her eyes. The green emeralds shine with determination. “Are you sure?” My gaze automatically drops to her thighs, to the scars.
She nods. “I want to know if it feels as good as you make it sound like.”
We both look down at the crescent moon shapes she’s left on my chest. They’re red, and there’s a little blood, but nothing serious—nothing like my back.
“Okay,” I rasp, nodding. “But you have to tell me what you want.”
Her breathing becomes labored, and she lifts herself slowly, easing off my cock. “I’ll be right back.” With those words, she turns and runs to the bathroom.
Lucia emerges only seconds later, clutching her pink razor. With a deep sigh, she hands it to me before she climbs back on the bed, immediately taking my still hard dick inside her. I fist the razor, turning it this and that way, which is a bit fucking stupid considering the darkness covering us.
“This won’t do,” I rasp, stretching so I can reach the bedside table. Opening it, I carefully feel my way around until I find the pocketknife I have in there. Bingo. I hold the knife up so Lucia can see the blade. Without moving her, I sit up so we’re nose-to-nose. “Wrap your legs around me and sit still.” She whimpers as I move my hand to her throat, squeezing until she stops moving.
“Will it hurt?” she asks, sounding so innocent my cock swells inside her.
“Yes,” I rasp. “But if I do it right, you’ll love it.”
“How do you know?” she challenges. I chuckle and press my lips together. I’m not about to tell her how I know while I’m balls deep in her pretty pink pussy.
It’s been years since I’ve had this dark need fed by anyone. Fuck, not since I entered the NHL. But before then, I frequented a whorehouse only one town over from where I lived. The women there charged a lot, but they also let you do whatever you wanted. Whatever. You. Wanted. I’ve been too scared to go anywhere since I became a public figure. Having the press find out about my kink isn’t high on my to-do list.
Licking my lips, I let myself feel the dark anticipation running through my veins. Holding the sharp blade must be what it’s like to smoke after taking a break. Or getting a steak after swearing off meat.
Lucia looks at me with so much trust I can barely stand it. “Are you sure?” I ask again, needing her to say the words. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want to try it with you,” she whispers. “I-I trust you. At least I think I do.”
With a growl, I claim her lips in a bruising, all-consuming kiss. Our tongues tangle, stroking each other while I flex my hand around her throat. Her breath hitches, and then she moans into my mouth.
I wait until her pulse under my thumb isn’t running a million miles per second. With the other women, I loved watching my knife glint between their swollen cunt lips. But given Lucia’s past, I keep the pocketknife in my hand. While she’s distracted by my mouth, I move the tool to her collarbone. I don’t need to look to know what I’m doing, I’ve done it so many times my hands are practically my eyes.
“Sy.” She moans my name sweetly as I add pressure, creating a thin line in her skin.
Unable to keep my need to watch the blood well to the surface at bay, I rip my mouth from hers and look down. “Look how prettily you bleed,” I rasp.
Lucia takes a shuddering breath, gyrating her hips. Then she looks down. “Oh,” she gasps. I don’t know if she likes what she sees. “Mhmm, do it again.” Throwing her head back, she arches her back, pressing her chest against the knife, and I’m not stupid enough to deny the invitation.
This time I slide the blade lower, cutting the skin at the top part of her left tit. I growl possessively when we both watch the blood seeping down her skin. “You’re so fucking pretty,” I groan. “So. Fucking. Delicious. Perfect in every sense of the word.”
My cock throbs deep inside her wet heat. At the same time, my balls tighten, begging for a relief I’m not ready for yet.
Panting through parted lips, Lucia looks down, almost cross-eyed as she follows the blood slowly making its way down her skin. Yeah, she likes it. The evidence is right there in her hooded eyes and heavy breathing.
“This is honesty,” I mumble, feeling something stir in my chest. “Blood doesn’t lie, sweet bunny. This is the most honest a person can be.”
She nods. “I can be honest.” Looking up at me through her thick, dark lashes, I feel like she’s looking into my soul.
“Give it to me,” I rasp. The air around us is thick, and my skin is practically buzzing with anticipation. “Give me a truth, sweet bunny.”
“I-I…” She pauses and straightens her spine. “I know Fabian. He’s not a good person.” Pain coats her words, and I feel it vibrating inside me like I’m absorbing her truth.
Though I’d already worked that part out for myself, I feel honored that she’s choosing to tell me this. I lock down the part of me that wants to rage at the fact he’s clearly hurt her, and instead I push the pocketknife into her hand. “Your turn,” I say. “Claim your truth from me.”
Lucia tightens her grip on the knife handle and hesitantly brings it to my chest. She chooses the spot right above my heart. My breath hitches when she rotates her hips, and my cock throbs in anticipation. I barely feel the cut, but I watch it, mesmerized as she parts my skin and blood flows down my body. She’s cut me deeper than I did her, but not enough to do any real damage.
“Fuck,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
Before Lucia, I’ve never wanted to be the one shedding blood or the one hurting. But the way she makes me fucking ache for her with a single look makes this oddly perfect.
“Give me your truth,” she moans, her green eyes sparkling with determination.
I take a moment to consider what to tell her. Even though her truth wasn’t a surprise, I know it was a big step for her to open up to me—one I want to reciprocate. I need to be smart about it. She might think I call her bunny as an insult, which I get considering the women looking to score with hockey players are called puck bunnies. But that’s not why. It’s because she’s so fucking skittish, and the last thing I want to do is scare her off. Especially when my dick is inside her.
Taking a deep breath, I run a finger through the blood on her skin. I draw a small heart, grinning when she rolls her eyes. “You’re the only person I’ll ever bleed for,” I answer, the gravel in my voice making it sound as sincere as it is.
Her eyes widen. Lucia holds my gaze for so long, I wish I knew what was going through that pretty head of hers. Then she lets out an almost animalistic sound; a mixture of a howl and a growl. Even though we’re already tangled around each other, she lunges at me, knocking me down on my back.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever bled for by choice,” she mutters.
Before I can answer, she slams her lips to mine. Her tongue delves into my mouth in a kiss that’s more bite than sweet. Her teeth knick my bottom lip, and within seconds the taste of blood hits us. Fuck me, this woman—my woman—is beyond perfection.
I pull my feet up, bracing myself so I can better fuck her from this position. “I need to fuck you now,” I rasp. My hips piston, but it’s not enough. I need another position, one where I can fuck her, so I’m as deep inside her as her blood is in me. It’s not logical, it’s pure fucking need, animalistic and raw.
Moving my hand up her torso, I close it around her throat again. I don’t give her any warning before I throw her off me. “What the hell?” she screeches.
“Shh, I’ll be back inside you soon,” I growl. “Lie down on your side for me, sweet bunny.”
I position myself behind her, hooking one arm under her leg so I can lift it up nice and high. She arches her back, wiggling her ass as though she’s seeking my cock. My naughty bunny.
“Smear your blood on my cock,” I demand as I nuzzle against the crook of her neck.
Doing as I say, she runs her hand down her bloody chest and wraps it around my hardness. Spreading her red essence all over me before guiding me to her entrance. As soon as the tip grazes her folds, I move my hips, sheathing myself inside her heat. Her cunt greedily squeezes me, trying to suck me deeper into her.
“Sy!” The way she screams her name for me, is music to my ears.
“Yes, sweet bunny?”
She pushes back against me, and it doesn’t take us long to find a perfect rhythm. While our hips work in perfect tandem, I snake my hand between her legs, finding her clit. She moans and rotates her hips desperately.
“I need more. Don’t hold back,” she hisses, like she’s annoyed by the mere thought.
“Are you all mine?” I ask, lazily rolling my hips.
“I… no… well—”
My hand around her throat shuts her up. “Hold your leg up,” I say, flexing my hand. When she lifts it, I move so my lips touch the shell of her ear. “You are fucking mine, Lucia. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
“No… I…” I tighten my grip on her throat.
“You. Are. Mine,” I growl, punctuating each word by pushing my cock in and out of her. “Admit it.” Her pussy squeezes me tighter, and I groan, loving the feeling.
“Fine,” she spits. “I’m yours, Sawyer. And you’re fucking mine. Don’t make me regret it.”
I chuckle at her words. There she is, my red-haired spitfire. The woman I’m lucky enough to call my wife.
Our fucking turns frenzied, our moans primal. It’s fucking beautiful and I can’t wait to show her the security recordings one day. This, right here, is our claiming—and I’m completely fine with belonging to her as much as she does to me. Lucia Carter—one day to become Lucia Perry—is sinfully perfect, and now mine.
“I want you to come with me,” my sweet bunny moans. When she places her hand on top of mine, I realize my grip has become slack.
My balls tighten at the same time as a warm sensation spreads across my lower back. “Come for me, baby,” I groan.
“Sawyer! Yes! I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come. Your dick is filling me so good I’m gonna—” she cuts herself off with a guttural moan. Then her sweet pussy squeezes me, milking the cum from my balls.
“Fuck! Bunny!” I slam into her over and over, prolonging both our orgasms until I can barely move. That was, without a doubt, one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. And it feels like it’s going on forever, as cum keeps spurting from my spent dick.
As soon as I can move, I turn her on her back and slide two fingers inside her, eager to keep my cum there instead of leaking out. “What are you doing?” she asks lazily.
I smirk at her. “Until you’re ready for me to either clean you with my mouth or watch my cum leak out, I want it inside you.”
“Jesus,” she murmurs. “Filthy fucker.”
Grinning, I lean down and lick across the cuts on her chest. “You have no idea, baby.”