29. Begging for Him
T his is a bad idea. Right?
But with Luna looking up at me like this? For the life of me, I can’t remember why.
My wife kneels before me in the firelight, every bit a sinful angel worshiping her devil.
Embers cast her silhouette in gold and smoke.
Her full pout glistens, tongue peeking out to lick her lips, and her cherry cola hair burns in a hellfire halo around her flushed face.
My leather jacket drapes over her shoulders, its shadows darkening her stained, feathered bodice, while her dirty tulle skirt spreads around her.
She’s my black swan on her knees for her black-hearted Fury.
I don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve her, but somehow she sees me for the villain I am and still finds me worthy.
Fuck, I’m about to lose every ounce of good, goddamn, gentlemanly sense I’ve ever had.
She told me to trust her, and she does seem better, the symptoms having eased before my eyes since the graveyard.
So if my wife says sucking my cock is what she wants, then my cock is gonna be what my wife fucking gets.
She finishes unzipping my jeans but doesn’t free me yet. Instead, her nails drag up my abs, scratching over my ribs, pecs, and teasing me until I rip my shirt off over my head. The night air prickles goosebumps across my skin before her warm palms smooth them down.
Her hands pause on the tattoo at my side, nails tracing the dancing skeleton ballerina.
“This one’s for me, isn’t it?”
The quiet question comes out unsure even though she has to know the truth by now. She’s always been mine. Her eyes are wide with awe, softening in a way that cracks me open.
My voice comes out deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Everything’s for you.”
She bites her lip, and the sight makes me throb at the base of my cock. Emboldened, she digs her nails into my skin harder, dragging them lower, somehow already knowing I like the pain. The fact that she’s learning me, reading my body like a dance she’s rehearsed in secret, damn near undoes me.
Her touch trails the lines of my Adonis belt to the edge of my boxer briefs. Delicate fingers tremble over my hard bulge as she curves them around the elastic. The tremor is slight, but it reverberates in my veins and ricochets doubt in my mind. What does hesitance mean? Anticipation? Fear?
I catch her hands. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Are you kidding ?” She huffs a laugh that releases the tension in my chest. “I need your cock in my mouth, or I’ll perish this very instant.”
But then she adds sheepishly, “I’ve… never done this before.”
Relief washes through me, with overwhelming desire flooding in right on its heels.
Of course I knew that, but god damn does it still sound good.
I’ve already claimed her, but something about this being entirely her decision?
It hits differently. It’s trust and vulnerability all wrapped up in one gorgeous, stunning, breakable piece she’s never given anyone else.
Another gift, and I’m going to treat it with the reverence it deserves.
My heart pounds so hard I swear it echoes through the forest as I take her hands, steadying us both.
“Remember, neither have I, birdie. Anything you do will blow my mind, trust me on that.”
She licks her lips, and my cock jolts behind my briefs.
“Can you… show me what you might like then?”
Christ. If I could lay her down and devour every inch of her, I would, right fucking now.
But that’s not what she wants, and with her hands in mine, familiarity teases my mind.
I’ve held them like this before. Once when I led her across a shimmering lake dance floor at Masque, and again on the worn, firelit floorboards at the cabin.
I’ve always led her in our dance. It makes every sense to lead her in this too.
So I nod.
“I’ll show you everything.”
My fingers guide hers, tugging my boxer briefs down over my painfully hard length. Her eyes widen when I spring free, glistening at the tip. Firelight licks every vein and ridge that wrecked her yesterday, making her come over and over again during my claiming.
It takes me a minute to remember she’s never seen me this close, never even held me. The way she takes me in right now is a heady sensation, making me feel like I’m actually worth a damn. Maybe with her, I can be.
Her tongue slips out to wet her lips again, and she lets me circle her careful fingers around my hot length, one hand stacked over the other.
Her fingertips don’t quite meet as I stroke them up and down my cock.
I hiss when I round her palm over my crown, sparks ripping through me already.
Her eyes flick up to mine, watching me, no doubt mentally noting every muscle twitch of pleasure, just like I do with her.
I don’t look away as I show her exactly how to give me what I want.
“Stroke me like this. Don’t be gentle,” I murmur, tightening her grip. “Fuck, that’s it. Almost as tight as your pretty cunt was for me yesterday.”
“Only for you,” she breathes.
My pulse stutters, and I grit out. “You’ve got that right.”
She takes over, and I gather her curls in one hand. They slide like silk over my knuckles as I twist the mass of them around my fist at the base of her head. My other hand cups her jaw.
“You ready to take me, sweet wife?”
She shivers, then nods.
“Good girl. Hold me at the base… open for me.”
My thumb presses her chin down and she obeys, lips parting as her hands shift lower on my shaft, waiting for my lead. Her trust in me builds heat in my chest, pulsing through every vein, already full to the brim with need for her.
“Tell me again you want me, Luna,” I beg.
“I want you, Orion.”
No hesitation, just like when I claimed her.
But the eagerness in her eyes is also like the time I came inside her under the waterfall, when I feasted on her in the dressing room, and when I kissed her on her birthday.
She was telling the truth. She’s wanted me in every single moment we’ve been together.
And now? I’ve dreamt about those words for so long, and she’s finally brought them to life. Making me believe that maybe, maybe I didn’t fuck this up beyond repair. Maybe she can love me too.
The last bit of concern leaves my body on an exhale.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter.
I cover her hands, angling myself into her mouth. Her lips close around the head, and the first wet heat of her tongue?—
“Shit. Wait—” I choke out, pulling her off too abruptly, but I was about to lose it.
She sucks in a breath, uncertainty tightening her features. “Did I do it wrong already?”
“No,” I groan. “Hell, no. It’s just that, last night? It was all I could do not to blow the second I slid into your perfect cunt. The only reason I lasted more than two pumps was because I needed to make it good for you.” I shake my head. “I won’t make it tonight unless you go easy on me.”
She blinks in confusion. Then challenge sparks in her eyes, and her smile slowly shifts into something absolutely, positively wicked.
Oh, fuck.
“Luna,” I growl in warning.
Her lips latch around the head of my cock, and I fucking whimper , my whole body jolting like she’s a live wire. I hiss through my teeth as she sinks down, stopping where her fingers cover the base of my shaft. My head tips back with a moan I don’t bother holding back.
“Shit, shit, shit, Luna .”
My fist tightens in her hair, my other hand flying to the back of her head as I surge forward, unthinking and overwhelmed. But my girl takes me, her mouth made for my cock. She breathes steady, tongue twirling over my crown, and my thighs lock beneath her.
I try to pull away, I need to pull away or this will be over before it’s started, but she’s not done. She cups my balls, massaging them with tenderness I didn’t know I needed, while her other hand claws into my upper thigh. The sting is electric, shocking every nerve, pulsing in sync.
She teases this sweet spot I didn’t even know I fucking had, and I nearly black out.
“Jesus Christ, little bird,” I groan. “Where did you learn to do that?”
She only shrugs, like she doesn’t realize she’s making me come undone just by instinct. That thought alone almost does me in.
I force myself to slow her, gently pulling her off. Her lips slide wetly along my length, tongue teasing the underside all the way up until she comes away with a pop . I’m shaking as I keep her in place, my fingers firm on her chin.
“Okay, baby. You gotta slow down. You’re making it too good, too quick. I don’t want to spill down your throat. My cum only goes in your pussy, got it?”
Her eyes flare, but ultimately she nods.
“Got it,” she agrees hoarsely.
I swallow then guide her back down. She goes eagerly, eyes locked on mine, her hand back to gripping my base while the other continues teasing everywhere else.
We find our deliberate, tight, mind-blowing rhythm, and I massage her scalp as I set the pace.
“There you go, that’s my good fucking girl,” I murmur, almost mindless, the praise coming so easily. “Nice and slow, just like that. You’re so good at sucking your husband’s cock, aren’t you?”
She gazes up through long lashes, lust-filled pupils swallowing the irises surrounding them.
Instead of pushing back, my sassy vixen stays submissive, finally letting me worship my wife while she worships me.
The sight steals my strength, my legs trembling and my breaths quickening.
If she wasn’t before me right now, I’d be in her place, kneeling at her altar in one stuttering heartbeat.
In the eyes of everything that truly matters to me, this forest, these mountains, the Fury legacy, she’s not just finally home with me, she is my home.
Anyone from here feels the roots deep in our bones, no matter how far we wander. The blue mountains are a tether, pulling us back with the same certainty as the river running through these hills. The fact my home is where her instincts led her to safety yesterday told me all I needed.
“You ran to me yesterday, to my land,” I whisper, brushing her curls back from her temple.
“All on your own, you found Dark Corner like it calls to you the way it calls to me. Fury territory was your safe space. And when I found you here, goddamn, I was proud. Your soul knows where it belongs. With me .”
Her eyes soften, and she hums her agreement around me, her throat opening as my cock nudges the back. She tries to slide down further, but gags, and I still her movements with a light tap to her jaw.
“Easy. You don’t have to take all of me. Even this is already about as much as I can handle.”
I know fuck all about directing this show, but like everything else between us, we’re acting on instinct and raw, desperate need.
Which is exactly what ignites when her whole body relaxes, even her throat, and she sucks. Me. Down . All the way to the base.
Both my fists now grip her hair as I barely hold still. My girl somehow knows how to deepthroat, and I’m out of my damn mind.
“The way you worship your husband’s cock is sinful, wife.”
Her moan vibrates around me as I lose it, panting, trembling, teetering on the edge. My hips jerk forward, thrusting into her as she works me faster, every tight muscle in her throat squeezing the life out of every inch of me. My body begs to finish in her mouth. But I can’t. I refuse.
“ Fuckkkkk . Okay, that’s enough. I need your pussy.”
I try to pull her off, but her lips tighten around my base, and she swallows against my head.
“ Luna ,” I choke, every muscle locking against the pleasure as she bobs her head faster and faster, my abs seizing until I’m left with no choice but to give in.
I drive deeper, mouthfucking my wife like she was made for it. She’s my first, I’m hers, in everything , and primal possession pumps in my veins, desperate to mark every inch of her inside and out.
Tears well at the corners of her eyes, dripping down, and I love the sight of her crying for my ecstasy. But when she fights me mid-thrust, I stop instantly… only for her to swallow against my tip one… last… time.
“ Luna! ” I roar, plunging into her, filling her throat with my length.
She can’t breathe. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that. But neither can I.
Hot jets of cum pulse through me, and I feel each drop as it spills down her throat. My hips stutter every time she swallows, my vision fading at the edges, my muscles losing all strength as I become helpless under my wife’s power over me.
When my locked muscles finally release, I zero back on Luna and find her face darkened in the firelight, her features strained from lack of oxygen.
“Jesus.”
I tug her off me, and she gasps, my slick cock popping free from her swollen lips.
The chilly air envelops my hot length, making me shudder, but I’m already lifting Luna and straddling her over my lap, savoring her warmth.
Spent or not, my cock twitches against her heat, bare for me since her panties became nothing but a memory after I tore them off in the bog.
“You broke the rules,” I tsk, only half-pissed. “I said my cum goes in my wife’s cunt.”
“Better punish me then.” Her voice is roughened from taking me so deep, and her giggle vibrates against my chest as I pull her flush to me. “I couldn’t resist drinking you down. Guess all those shots taught me something.”
I chuckle, sliding my hands up her thighs and past the garter that’s somehow held on through everything.
“My reckless, bratty little bird, what am I gonna do with you, huh?”
She licks her swollen lips, eyelids heavy as she meets my gaze. “Fuck me… husband .”
“Anything for you, wife,” I vow and stroke her clit with my cock, her words alone hardening me for another round.
Her breath hitches as the head circles that sensitive bundle of nerves, then I position myself at her entrance, teasing her.
“You feel me? You feel how fucking hard I get for you? This is what happens when your husband waits for you. I already need you again. Hell, I’ll never get enough of you.
But let me make sure you’re ready for me, hm? ”
I plunge two fingers into her soaked cunt, making her moan. My mouth closes over my deep purple and blue claiming mark at her collarbone, sucking hard. She grinds against my palm at her clit, and I murmur against her skin.
“Patience. I’ll take care of you.”
I drag my fingers from her channel, line my cock at her core, then grip her hip to guide her?—
I freeze.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight.
I don’t know how I know, but something’s not right.
No… it’s not just that.
Something’s out there. Something that doesn’t belong.
Something watching .