36
REARRANGING THE FAbrIC OF MY BEING
HENRY
I scrub myself clean, refusing to let any of that fucker’s filthy blood linger. For my own sanity. To protect my mate from the vile stench of the offensive waste splattered over my body.
It’s seeped through my clothes and it’s at risk of contaminating every inch of me. It’s blackening my already dark soul and the only light offering me the hope of salvation isn’t here. She’s curled up on another’s lap, seeking comfort from their warmth, and every second I spend in this fucking shower is a moment stolen from us.
From me.
My need is too great to go without and Ivy’s the comfort I need. She’s taken hers from Matt and I need the release she’ll provide. The fucking relief of her mind and body centered on me. Only me.
I dry and throw a pair of low-hung trousers on, ignoring the casual attire that usually irritates me. The sweats won’t be staying on for long and I make my way from the gym to my room, aware Ivy will still be cuddling Matt when I arrive.
My more aggressive instincts demand I lash out at him for being so fucking bold and brash. More so because it’s Ivy and my temper is still running hot after my conversation with the cunt in the dungeon. I’m on edge and dangerously close to careening over it, crashing into a catastrophe from which there’ll be no return.
But I’ve made this mistake before. I’ve assumed the worse and overreacted, and it fucking terrified Ivy. I can’t do it to her, not again, and especially not tonight. Not when she’s had to fight for her fucking life, and the last thing she needs to deal with is a possessive and jealous outburst.
The door opens and she’s sitting next to Matt, wrapped in a blanket on the sofa. It’s not the shitshow I feared and although they're close, it isn’t nearly as intimate a hold as I assumed it would be. Matt’s eyes flick to mine and he has the fucking good sense to lower his head, offering his submission and accepting his fucking place.
Those amber eyes fire a warning at me. A silent scream that Ivy’s not as solid as she appears and a plea for patience. I’m pleased he and Ryan are close to Ivy and she’s finding her way in my life and the coven. But this kind of behavior isn’t going to fly and I’ll be fucked if I let it continue. Even tonight. He doesn’t need to give me a silent lecture on how to care for my wife, and his unsolicited advice is unwanted and unwelcome.
“He’s here,” he says, whispering to Ivy. “He’s safe, Ivy.”
She sits bolt upright, roused from her daze, as her head turns to face me. Her eyes are bright but brimming with tears and her hand trembles almost imperceptibly as her bottom lip quivers.
“I’ve got it from here, Matt.”
He nods and squeezes Ivy’s upper arm before he rises. It’s a fucking affront and I snarl as he edges past me, reminding him of his goddamn place. In my coven. In my fucking life. In Ivy’s too.
The door shuts and Ivy exhales, relieved. Presumably, because we’re alone and I’m safe, and the steady beat of her heart suggests she’s perfectly calm.
“Are you alright?” she asks.
“Master.” I almost regret my correction when her eyes widen and she recognizes the harsher version of me she’s facing. “I had to take care of something in the dungeons. Now that’s done, we can spend the rest of the night together.”
Ivy nods and her emerald eyes flicker, nervous and unsure of herself.
“We need each other and I cannot be soft tonight, lea. Not this evening.”
She snatches some deep breaths, making her chest heave and her tits move in a way that excites me. Ivy’s so fucking perfect and it’s taking all my remaining control not to march over there and claim her when her lips part slightly. Their slightly reddish hue catches my attention and a slight swell remains, left behind after her tears have dried.
“You were upset.”
Ivy nods and fidgets, shifting her weight nervously. She’s worried about what happened more than what’s coming if the way she plays with her fingers is an indication of her thoughts.
“Eyes on me, lea. This will help. I promise.”
She nods and her body relaxes, her mind releasing its anxiety as she gives up control and accepts her place .
“Strip.”
The slightest gasp escapes her lips before her slightly shaky fingers pull her top off and her arms bend around her back, undoing her bra. Ivy’s not confident enough to perform the tease I’d hoped for, but she’s not resisting, and her compliance is all I need. As long as she follows, I can lead her and she’ll meet my needs. All of them. As I’ll meet hers if she obeys.
Her fingers slip under her trousers and she shuffles out her clothes. Ivy’s skin shimmers in the light as she rearranges the clothes, searching for something to silence the thoughts whirling through her mind. She’s looking for stillness, for a calm that helps her settle—and she won’t find it. Not on her own.
I’m the center of her storm and she needs to stop. Ivy needs to surrender and let her mind clear, and I’m chasing the calm of control. I want the power and control that connects me to her. I crave the euphoria and need to ground myself in and with Ivy, in and with us.
“Crawl to me.”
Ivy’s hands freeze and her eyes snap to mine. She’s questioning if I mean it and my eyebrow leaves no room for doubt.
Her heart rate jumps as she lowers herself to the floor, awkwardly kneeling as her eyes fix on the space between us. I wait, increasingly irritated as Ivy takes her time, finally acquiescing and lowering herself onto the floor. Her tits hang from her chest and sway with her hips as she crawls toward me.
“Arch your back, lea. Eyes on me.”
Ivy lifts her head and a spark of defiance meets my gaze, shining as bright as the rubies in her collar. Her ass lifts as her waist drops and the sight of her crawling toward me is a fantasy come true. One I’ve long desired and I plan on repeating this. Often.
“So fucking hot,” I rasp, giving her some reassurance. “On your knees, lea.”
Ivy crawls to her mark and lifts her chest, sitting her weight back as her head tips up to face me. My perfect wife is kneeling at my fucking feet, staring up at me in adoration, and I meet her gaze with just enough affection to satisfy her.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty little face.” I reach my hand into my pants and pull out my rock-hard cock. “Open for Master.”
My hand slides over her head as I spread my fingers across the back of her skull and pull her closer, thrusting my cock into her mouth. I’m not gentle and my cock slides deep into Ivy’s mouth. She’s warm and soft and gagging as I thrust further and I ignore her protests, fixing her in place as my grip tightens.
“Good girl.”
Her mouth feels so fucking good and my cock weeps precum into her as I glide in and out, taking the pleasure I desperately need. Ivy’s gagging as her throat struggles to accommodate my dick and its rhythm, and her eyes plead for relief as she gazes up at me.
Not tonight.
Tonight, I need her to submit, and I need to unleash. She needs to accept her place and give me the control I’m craving. The release I need and the high I’m searching for as I fuck her mouth, pushing my cock further down her throat.
Saliva drools down her face as she tosses her head and tries to pull back. She’s fighting for breath, fighting her submission, and fighting me. I tighten my grip again and slide my other hand across her face, forcing her jaw open as I continue, using her mouth as I damn well want .
She moans a protest and I shake my head, thrusting all the way in and holding her face against my hip.
“Accept this, lea. Stop fucking fighting me and suck my fucking cock.”
Ivy gags and her neck stiffens as her body tenses, still fighting. It’ll be easier for her if she relaxes, but I’m prepared to force the issue tonight. She needs this as much as I do, even if she doesn’t fucking know it.
I move again, thrusting deep and catching the back of her throat. She pulls away again and I lose my goddamn mind, slamming my cock in hard and deep, deliberately making her gag.
“Stop fighting and suck my fucking cock.”
The smell of her arousal catches my attention and Ivy’s weight shifts almost undetectably. My aggression is turning her on and I move freely, certain her protests are playacting. At least in part.
She gags again, but it’s softer, less brutal. Unlike my strokes. My hips collide with her face as I chase my climax, enjoying every jerk my cock makes as her mouth wraps around it. Her lips press on the shaft and her tongue arches as I slide over it, enjoying every goddamn second as the smacks of my skin hitting hers sound out.
The heat rising from the pressure building is more than I can resist, and the thought of my come overwhelming Ivy's mouth sends my arousal soaring. My rhythm becomes deranged as I lose all control, thrusting hard and fast as the pleasure heightens until I explode. My orgasm is fucking intense and I'm still fucking Ivy's throat as come spills out of her mouth. The heat of my climax washes over me and I relax, finally releasing her head to let her catch some air.
I withdraw and Ivy frantically swallows, spluttering as her saliva mixes with my come, covering her chin and dripping onto her perfect tits. She's filthy and fucking beautiful. Too stunning for words and I smile, certain she's mine.
Her eyes widen as their green shines brighter while I scoop the trails of come back into her mouth.
“I'm far from fucking finished, lea.”
Shivers spread through her as goosebumps fly over her skin. Ivy’s aroused and the smell of her wet cunt hardens my cock as I lick my lips, anticipating the honey and amber I’ll savor when I taste her pussy.
“Crawl to the bed, lea.”
Ivy pouts and her puffy lips make my dick jerk, and I’m tempted to roughly fuck her mouth again for being fucking disobedient. But she flutters those pretty eyes of hers and I melt, watching her lower herself and crawl toward the bed.
My bed.
And her ass is fucking spectacular.
Her pussy glistens as her arousal drips from her and her asshole looks so fucking divine it's unbelievable. Ivy just earned herself a different kind of training and my dick throbs again, excited to find out what her tight ass feels like.
It’ll feel like heaven. Like everything else about the girl who holds my heart in her hands as she crawls across the floor to my fucking bed. I follow behind her, hauling her onto it as my excitement overwhelms me and I spread her fucking legs.
“Scream my fucking name when you come.”
I dive between her legs and suck her clit into my mouth. Ivy screams and I don’t stop, giving her fuck all time to adapt as I lick her like I’m fucking starving. I’ve lost my goddamn mind, and the taste of her arousal drives me on. Ivy’s breathing falters as she tries to wriggle away, and I yank her back onto my face, refusing to give her a second’s pause.
“Please,” she screams .
I fucking ignore it, sliding my fingers inside Ivy and curl them forward. She’s soaked and I drive her forward, demanding her body give me the orgasm I refuse to let her withhold.
“Henry…”
Her voice trails off as her body breaks apart and her muscles tense. Ivy’s on the verge of climax and I flick my tongue over her clit, circling it as I tease her on the edge, enjoying her writhes and moans as her legs stiffen and her body begins to shake.
Her pussy clamps around my fingers and I grate my teeth over her clit, forcing her to come. She screams and shatters, consumed by the fire I’ve ignited. Her contractions spread through her core as Ivy screams my name and the entire fucking coven knows she came on my goddamn face.
I lift my head and stare at her flushed body, watching the flickering of her carotid artery as the pink color spreads and her sweat makes her skin glisten. Ivy claws at her chest and I move onto my knees, teasing her perfect pussy with my cock.
“I’m not ready…”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
I slam into my wife’s perfect cunt and relish her agony and ecstasy as it clamps around my cock. Ivy’s pussy is gloriously warm and wet and I sink into it, enjoying the way it practically strangles my dick.
My hips rock as I thrust into Ivy, hard but slowly making sure she feels every fucking stroke at the back of her throat. She cries and moans, wrapping her tiny, precious hands around my wrists as she clings on, fighting with me instead of against me as she rides the crest of another wave of pleasure.
Ivy screams as another orgasm breaks her, and she’s fucking magnificent as she shatters. Her back arches and her tits heave as her nipples darken and the flush spreads. Her breathing sounds her joy and her heart races with her pain, and the mix between the two lets me prolong her climax until she can’t take another fucking second.
I slow and Ivy settles, staring up at me like I’m her fucking world. She’s given me everything I asked for, submitted to my will and more. She trusted me and set aside her doubts and fears, and she tried—fucking tried—because I asked her to.
My strokes ease and her smile widens as I stare into my wife’s beautiful and perfect irises and fuck her. Make love to her. As soft and sickly as that sounds, it’s a pleasure we’re both taking and giving, renewing our connection as we enjoy this moment. The closeness and the intimacy of two souls as they meet and merge, unsure where one ends and the other begins.
“I want more,” she whispers, running her fingers up my chest.
If I had a beating heart, it would have stopped as terror spreads through me, causing me to lose my rhythm and control. Ivy smiles and her finger digs into my chest before she runs her nail up my body, scratching my skin before her hand reaches my mouth. She pulls my lips apart and plays with my teeth, sending shivers down my spine and setting my soul on fire.
“Ivy…”
“I want this,” she says. Definitive. Certain. Fucking sure.
She places her wrist over my mouth and her eyes beg me to bite her.
I hesitate.
Despite all the longing and the need and the desire surging through my vessels as my craving becomes unbearable and the need to taste her almost consumes me. I’m agonizingly close to having the very thing I’ve longed for and the only thing preventing me from acting is the need to protect my mate .
It trumps every other thought, every other reason.
More than anything, more than everything, I need to keep her safe.
Ivy’s everything and I won’t risk her safety. Not now, not ever. Not with anyone, even if it’s me.
“Ivy, I’ll know…”
She nods and her finger silences my mouth.
“You’ll know me. All the bits of me you find and some of them might be those I hate. The dark and twisted pieces no one else sees, no one else knows.” She lifts herself, pushing me back as her knees slip either side of my thighs. “You’ve shown me yours, Henry. It’s about time I showed you mine.”
My hands cup her ass and I lift her onto me, slipping my cock inside her again. I move her, helping her hips roll as we fuck, eyes almost level and connected with every fucking beat.
“If you’re sure, lea. Only if you’re sure.”
She nods and bites her lip nervously. “Please don’t hurt me, Henry.”
It’s a cry of vulnerability that exposes all of Ivy’s fears and weaknesses, and I smile, promising her what she already knows. She’s mine, as I am hers, and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe. No limit to my protection. No end to my devotion and nothing I will not do for her.
“I adore you, Ivy. For all you are.”
I drag my finger down her neck, pulling her collar down as my mouth plays with her neck.
“I will always love you, lea. Always cherish and protect you. Always worship you with my body and my soul.”
Ivy whimpers and tilts her head back, exposing her neck as she offers it to me. Her carotid pulses so fucking fast it’s impossible to resist its thrall and my fangs pierce her velvet skin, tasting amber and chocolate, honey and cinnamon. Ivy’s blood is heaven and I drink it slowly, savoring every fucking drop and all the memories that pour into me as my cock worships her cunt and we careen towards ecstasy.
It's perfect. She’s perfect.
And her memories mix as they flow into me.
Joy, elation and hope. A childhood playing in parks and eating ice cream. A mother who adored her daughter but vanished and the agony of losing a parent who worshipped their child. A descent into chaos, a journey towards darkness. A distant father who became bitter and angry, her hours hiding from a drunken man who railed against the world’s injustices.
It’s a snapshot, but it’s all I need to know and the anchor I needed rests in the person who’s my home. She’s my salvation and my savior. My hope and my light. All of my fucking reasons and then some. She’s calling me to her, as she’ll always call to me and her trust is a gift I’ll never abuse.
Our souls connect and our bond strengthens as Ivy’s pleasure grows and the venom seeping from my fangs sends her hurtling toward oblivion. I let myself go, allowing her to take me with her as she chases our climaxes and our pleasure builds. Hers merges with mine, and mine drives hers forward and she screams as she comes on my cock while I’m savoring her orgasm as it almost overpowers mine.
I come so fucking hard it rearranges the fabric of my being and I pull Ivy against me, needing her perfect little body to ease the sensation overwhelming mine.
“Perfect, Ivy.”
She smiles and her eyes glaze over as the warmth of her orgasm carries toward sleep. I lower her down, gently. Lovingly. Patiently. Easing out of her as I kiss her chest and moan when she sighs with pleasure .
“Henry…”
Her voice wavers, and it breaks my fucking heart.
“You’re perfect, Ivy. Nothing’s changed. If anything, I love you more.”
She smiles and slips away, sleeping peacefully in my arms. Ivy’s comfortable and at ease, content and reassured. I pull her closer, holding her against my chest as I stare up at the ceiling, forcing myself to be calm as I bite back the anger rising inside of me.
Ivy’s father deserves my attention and he’ll be feeling the extent of my wrath as soon as I’ve finished dealing with these meddlesome priests. Ivy might not understand why her father abandoned her and she doesn’t realize the extent of the damage he’s done, but I do, and I refuse to let him live when he’s hurt my wife so fucking badly.