Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
RONIN
J esus.
Fucking.
Christ.
Her scent makes my head spin. And since my wee wife is so incredibly irate, and currently trying to wash her anger away under a scalding hot shower, the steam has made her peachy scent so much more fragrant.
It makes my cock hard as steel.
She knows she’s not alone, but she does a stellar job of pretending I’m not here. But, see, two can play at that game.
Undressing takes no time at all, and I leave my suit over the vanity, my guns resting in their holsters on top of everything. Grabbing her toothbrush and putting it in my mouth so my hands are free, I waltz into the shower, acting like it’s just me, myself, and I.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses.
“You’re talking to me?”
The brat gives me her back and goes on pretending she’s alone again.
I give her a couple of minutes to ensure she’s set on this path of not talking or even acknowledging me. While I wait, I start brushing my teeth, reaching past her to adjust the faucets with my other hand. Keeping my cock away from her body is near impossible.
All I’m doing is reminding us both of our undeniable pull to each other when I scoop in behind her and then stand up to height, my cock nudging into the soft crevice between her silky inner thighs.
She twists around, glaring angrily. Goddamn, it takes all my control not to lean down and suck on her nipples until she comes. But in the next moment, she goes back to looking right through me.
I take a step, giving her space but also so I can reach for the water to rinse my mouth. I spit the minty foam all over her chest. Accidentally, of course.
She looks down at the mess I made on her. “What the fuck?”
Then I let the last of it dribble down my chin, watching it as it slides down my chest.
She falters in her anger, getting distracted by the foam bubbles as they wash further down my chest. But that’s why I’m here to help her deal with her emotions, so we can move on to the good part—our fucking future.
The steam fills with her interest one moment, then her cold anger the next. So, I do what any self-respecting Alpha should, and I perfume, influencing her.
Instantly, the steam saturates with my warm chocolate and pepper scent, twisted by my obvious desire. Her eyes flash to mine, as if to confirm her nose isn’t doing her wrong, and it’s no shock to find them sparkling like jewels. A clear sign her anger is temporarily abated by her growing interest.
This time, I watch her, no longer content with making her think she can simply ignore me, us, and the situation we’re in.
Shuffling forward, I reach an arm up, and without looking, I adjust the showerhead, pointing it into the corner so that she doesn’t get cold as I cage her in. I grab the soap and hold it up so she can see what I’m doing, letting the soap bar bubble up in my hands as it spins around.
“You can’t ignore us forever, Tally.” Keeping my eyes off hers, I let the soap drop from my hands and then I cup her tits, my thumbs brushing over her tight little nipples, swiping away the toothpaste I spat on them.
“I vividly remember the last time I saw these, they were painted white by Kee’s come and mine.
Do you remember the night we consummated our vows like I do?
I was in you so deep, my knot smelled like your pussy for days. ” I groan out each word.
Her breathing takes off like a rocket. And she doesn’t tell me to fuck off or stop touching her. No, she takes a step closer, wanting more.
“There’s no need to be angry that we opened up the door to check on you.”
I get a feral hiss that turns into a moan.
Leaving one hand exactly where it is, squeezing the fuck out of her stunningly perfect tit, I suck on two fingers on my other hand, wrapping my tongue around them.
Her eyes somehow get blacker. And when I hold up my fingers, to show her my intention, she doesn’t utter a word telling me to stop.
Fuck me, I would if there was any doubt in my mind she wasn’t into this.
“Gonna put my fingers back in your body again. Now’s your time to tell me no.”
The look on her face… I thought she was pissed before, but if I don’t finish what I started, it seems she’s going to use her bare hands to kill me.
“Last chance, Tally girl.”
I get a snarled yes . And the second I hear it, my fingers are up so deep in her cunt, I can feel her pulsing need. Her body consents and submits, now I just need her to vocalize that permission for me to hear.
Her slick drips down my fingers and her eyelashes flutter, making her look like an angel. A very tired angel, who’s wound up tight and needs her Alpha’s attention.
I make a point of not thinking too hard about the wound on her side; it would have me out of here on a rampage. That will come, but right now is about reminding Tally who she is. Fierce. Fucking perfect. Ours.
Dragging my fingers slowly free of her incredible pussy, I can’t help but smile when her hips roll as she whimpers quietly in argument.
“We owe you a lot, but it isn’t tit for tat. You’re our wife to love and cherish in sickness and in health.” I thrust them back in, rendering her quiet for a few moments while I finger fuck her some more.
“Not your wife,” she growls eventually, but her hand covers the top of my cock as she spreads my leaking precome over her hand to lube it up.
She could jack me with sandpaper, and I’d enjoy it. Her getting my cock ready for her is unnecessary too. We’re always going to be ready for each other with little more than a look required, like nature intended.
“Debatable,” I mumble, twisting her nipple hard and feeling her flutter around my fingers in response. But now I need to feel her need pulsing on my tongue, her peachy scent dripping down my throat.
Nearly pains me to stop fingering her, but I free myself before gently turning her, then guiding her hands up to rest on the wall. She twists around to watch, those eyes still shining in their lust, and they flare when I drop down behind her.
Spreading her cheeks nice and I wide, I rub my nose along her seam a few times before dragging the flat of my tongue from slit to crack. Her arms nearly give out, and I stop to check she’s good. The sway of her hips in my face is proof enough she’s got her body braced again.
Returning to the feast in front of me, I bury my tongue as far up as it will go, her pussy juices covering my chin. Each swipe I take, she rocks back, dipping down lower, opening herself up wider.
I’d be happy to spend hours doing this. My teeth drag over her swollen clit, and her whimpers get louder as she gets more turned on, but I keep fucking drowning. And I’d rather suffocate.
“Fuck this,” I growl before lying on my back, pulling her down so she can’t go anywhere, and then I eat her out with as much fucking gusto as I can. Her taste on my tongue is fucking divine, and the little sounds she makes as she rides my face faster and harder are music to my soul.
“Oh god, oh god, ohhh…” Her voice pitches out as her come gushes down my throat.
Sitting up, I spook the shit out of her, making her jump, but I hook an arm around her side, guiding her until she’s hovering over my cock.
“Yes or no?” I ask for a final time, the tip of my cock nudging at her entrance.
And she doesn’t answer using words. Shuffling her feet, she sinks down, making her pussy take my cock in one move without any prep. She hisses. Her cunt is so fucking tight I see stars, and I have to hold her still with one hand while I toy with her clit to loosen her up with the other.
Leaving hickeys all over her luscious breast until I can wrap my tongue around her nipple, I bite down hard, not breaking the skin but making her gasp just the same. She loosens up and takes more of me.
The noises she makes as she gets those titties jiggling on my lap have my balls tightening up.
“God, this pussy of yours owns me. Soak my knot,” I bark into her ear, and she sinks down further, slowing the way she grinds herself over my knot.
She’s so close, I can feel it the way she’s spasming around my cock.
Reaching down, I suck on her scent gland, her taste dripping over my lips, and I go off like a fucking bomb, filling her cunt and driving her to vocalize her second release right into my ear.
Tally doesn’t even give herself a chance to catch her breath; she’s off my lap like her arse is on fire.
Chasing right after her, I step on the soap bar I’d dropped before and go down like a sack of shit. The thud when I hit the tiles echoes in the bathroom. My knee hurts like a bitch, but when I hobble out of the shower, the bigger pain in my fucking arse is my wife.