Sin - 2 Years Later #2
Pulling her up, pulling his cock from her mouth, he lifted and slammed her against the opposite wall of the alley, making the entire building shake.
She laughed until he thrusted inside her. “Fuck yes,” she whined, swearing with each thrust, “Fucking, fuck, yes!”
He let out a groan of satisfaction at the feeling of her.
They didn’t need any games this time, any toys or restraints. Just the unbridled desire to feel him so deeply inside her that she never stopped feeling him.
His calloused hand rubbed the side of her face, moving her hair before claiming her lips.
Come for me, Sin. His voice sounded in her head, and moaned his name into his mouth as she came, her pussy spasming violently around his cock. She could feel him shifting inside her, could feel hardened scales that made pleasure soar.
His eyes were wide as he took her in, watching her climax before his followed.
The only sound in the alley were their shared pants, and noises of the festival came back into focus. The guilt of her hypocrisy flooded her system. Fucking mates, she silently cursed herself.
Max licked his lips before he said, “I want you to meet someone.”
Sin’s brows rose as her head leaned against the brick wall. Not ready to stand yet.
He smirked as he gripped her hips, slowly pulling out of her. He gave a knowing smirk as she groaned in frustration.
One fuck wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
He helped her put on her clothes, zipping his pants before grabbing her hand. “Come on.”
Sin’s mood instantly soured. She was so happy to see him, but she was ready to chain his ass to a bed with her for a month before speaking with anyone else.
Zips of warmth filled her chest, like he knew.
They reached the sandy beach, coming across a bonfire surrounded by pirates. They were all drinking as the sun was setting, their voices quieting as soon as they saw her. One of them looked at her with an intensity that made her flustered.
Max gave her a flat look, like he knew that too. Not that she could be bothered to feel ashamed. Only blind people wouldn’t notice this man was hot.
He had a trimmed beard, piercing blue eyes, chestnut skin, and dark braids that were pulled back into a ponytail. His tunic was open at the front, revealing his muscular build like he wasn’t comfortable wearing a shirt.
As they came closer, she realized it was likely her imagination that had her flustered, and he likely just wondered why she looked so much like Iris.
“Wolcott,” Max looked back to her. “Meet Sin, my mate.”
Max’s eyes didn’t leave hers, and she could sense the immediate restraint of auras, making her relax. He smiled as if he felt it too. Don’t enjoy being desired?
Sin’s eyebrows rose. Do you enjoy me being desired?
He looked at Sin with a look of pure bafflement. Absolutely.
Wolcott approached them, not taking his eyes off Sin. “How is this possible?” he asked, to which sin realized wasn’t directed at her, but she was going to answer it anyway.
“My birth name was Ella.”
Wolcott’s eyes widened, meeting Max’s gaze, who nodded in confirmation. He gave them a dazzling smile that turned into a joyous laugh, bracing his hands on their shoulders. “Please join us,” he urged, stepping forward, forcing them to follow. “I’m certain there are many stories to tell.”
Max met her gaze, shrugging, before they each sat on the trunk of a fallen palm tree.
Drinks were passed around, and so much food that Sin could barely eat. Turns out having a ravenous desire to fuck someone into oblivion can ruin an appetite. The rum, however, sin was grateful for.
They spent the night listening to stories of Iris, and Sin couldn’t believe them. She was a legend, known across kingdoms for her strength in bravery, and willingness to put herself on the line to help others.
Sin met Max’s gaze, her eyes watering as he smiled at her softly, knowingly. Those stories made her realize that one day, far into the future, she wanted to be a mother. So that she could pass on her mother’s legacy.
Thank you.
His face slackened at her words, making Sin stand. Max took her outreached hand, pulling her into his lap. Their kiss made others make mocking oohs and aahs, but they couldn’t care. Smiling against each other’s lips, grateful for whatever their future beheld.
* * *
Sin awoke in an unfamiliar bed, her head pounding in pain.
Turning her head as far as her headache would allow, she found a naked Max beside her. The room rocked, making her stomach churn.
She ran and opened all the doors until one revealed a very naked Wolcott. “Good morning,” he said with a voice filled with gravel.
She saw there was a toilet behind him, and before she could question why the fuck he was there and naked, she emptied the contents of her stomach.
She gripped onto the sink to keep herself from falling, struggling as the room kept rocking. There was a circular window in the chamber, and looking out, Sin quickly realized they were on a boat.
“Stars,” she rasped, turning to search for the outside.
There was a sliding door that led to the outer deck of the ship, and there was no landmass to be seen.
“What the fuck?” she nearly shouted.
A deep inhale of surprise sounded from inside the room, followed by Max’s voice. “What’s going on?”
She turned to look at him with an incredulous look. “Yes, please explain exactly what’s going on!”
Wolcott raised his palms in surrender before reaching for loose pants, slowly making his way out of the room.
For several moments, she and Max stared at each other.
His mouth twitched just the slightest.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” she demanded, though there was a growing smile on her face.
He bit his lip to hold it down, but it didn’t work.
“Max, what the fuck!” she shouted that time, then pressed her fingers to her temples, seething in pain. “Why are we on a ship, Max? Let’s start with that question.”
Max pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing it while squinting his eyes shut. “We’re headed… somewhere. to help the pirates with… something.”
Sin’s eyes widened. “Something?”
He smiled, finding her reactions humorous. “As if you had any plans. I’ve known you haven’t done anything for weeks now.”
She narrowed her eyes, frowning.
Max rolled his. “Of course I’ve been tracking you, little blade.
It’s as I’ve said. I could’ve caught you, but I didn’t.
I’ve never stepped into your business, but you are my mate.
Nothing will stop me from ensuring that wherever you are, wherever you go, whoever you’re with,” His jealousy flared at those words, ironically, considering what Sin assumed they all did last night.
A question brewed within her, but she didn’t want to ask.
“No Sin,” he cut off her thoughts.
Their gazes met, and she saw nothing but sincerity in his.
“There’s no one else for me.”
Sin crossed her arms. “So then, who exactly was Wolcott for?”
Max bit his lip as he looked around the room, trying to remember.
Images of her between the two of them flashed in her mind.
“No,” she breathed, unbelieving the images were real.
One after another, including one of her and Wolcott, both sucking off Max.
A giggle bubbled out of her, like the first time she found a smutty novel.
“You let him do all that?” she asked him.
“Sin,” he sighed. “I would do anything that pleased you, so long as at the end of the day, it’s me you come home to.”
Another image flashed. One of Max on top of her, with piercing blue eyes behind him. Sin’s jaw dropped, gaping at him for answers.
He laughed loudly. “Oh Sin, surely you must know the only first I ever experienced with you is love.”
Her breath caught, since she didn’t know that last part.
They shared a heartwarming smile before Max changed the subject. “So decide. I’ll take you wherever you need to go, or you can embark on this adventure with me.”
Sin bit her lip, considering.
“Wherever the fuck we’re going,” he mused, making her laugh.
Crawling back into the bed, ignoring the scent of another male, she straddled her mate. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“We already did.”
Sin smacked his chest, making him grumble with laughter that vibrated through her. Neither of them had gotten dressed yet. And she didn’t think they would soon, since she felt him hardening beneath her.
He cradled her face in his hands, and she pressed her forehead to his.
“Our future is waiting for us,” he said softly, slowly rubbing her arms.
Her face slackened, eyes glistening as she answered against his lips, “Then let’s not keep it waiting.”