EPILOGUE PART TWO
CARA *ONE WEEK LATER*
“I love the flowers,” I say sweetly, admiring the array of red wildflowers in the vase on our dresser.
“Consider me still very much obsessed, sweetheart,” he retorts, breathless, his grip of my loose waves tightening when I take his thick length all the way into my mouth.
On my knees at his feet with my hands bound in my lap has quickly become one of my favourite ways to show my husband my gratitude.
Six months of practice with his impressive length, and my gag reflex is practically non-existent.
I reach up, slender fingers cupping his balls as I explore his taint.
Well-acquainted with what will drive him crazy.
Gin Wigmore’s HBIC thrums in the background, low enough that he can still hear the suction of my mouth as I hollow out my cheeks.
My eyes open and zero in on his pinched expression; I watch him creep towards his building release.
His jaw is tense, his lower lip pulled between his teeth.
My eyes watering as I swallow down his tip, and his broad tattooed chest shudders with the vibration of the groan that bursts from his throat.
He fucks my face, using me how he needs me, stilling on a hard thrust as he tries to restrain the pull to use me roughly.
Goading him isn’t going as well as I had hoped.
I love his soft touches, but I need his harsh ones too.
Well, two can play the teasing game. I work my way back and roll my tongue up his slit, and his hips snap back.
He pulls out of my mouth and bends, so our faces are inches apart, his brutal grip on my chin coaxing out the brazen smirk I’m trying to hide.
“Cheeky, Red. While coming down your pretty little throat always feels so damn good, I’ve spent the past two days fantasising about watching you fall apart—while I’m buried balls deep inside you. You want to show me how much you’ve missed me?”
I lick the taste of him from my swollen lips and nod impatiently.
My core throbs at the prospect of being filled.
Ezra and Jax had more ‘business’ they had to sort out, which took them two towns over, holed up in some shitty hotel room.
But I think it was worth it—they were as thick as thieves at lunch.
I enjoyed spending some quality girl-time with Suzy, but when I saw the truck pull up in the driveway this morning, I knew I needed my husband to satiate the ache between my thighs more than I needed to breathe air.
I get to my feet, enjoying the view of his bare tattooed chest as I go.
My gaze locked with his, I plant a kiss on the edge of his mouth.
Cupping my cheek, he holds me there, his eyes dipping to my lips as he whispers the words, “How do you want it, sweetheart?” His warm breath fanning over my face has goosebumps skittering up the length of my spine.
I don’t hesitate with my answer, “Rough and relentless, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Who am I to deny my wife?”
I climb up onto the bed, resting on my knees with my bound wrists lifted above my head.
Using the loop of the buckle on the cuffs he made me to replace my gloves, he attaches my arms to the wrought iron chandelier he fashioned, tethering me in place.
The moment Ezra proposed, I knew I’d never want to cover my hands again, the platinum ring with the small heart carved from the matching onyx band that Ezra wears glints in the setting sun that pours in from the barless floor-to-ceiling arch windows of our bedroom.
My hips roll, my swollen clit desperate for his touch.
Admiring me like this, he walks around the bed to my side, rolling my nipple between his fingers, tugging on it and stepping away.
A needy whimper tumbles from my lips, ready to beg him if he continues torturing me.
EZRA
I tap my foot along to Kaleo’s No Good. Unhurried in my stalking, winding my beautiful wife up like a Jack-in-the-box as she bares her teeth at me. If she wasn’t tied up, I wouldn’t bet on my chances of a quick escape.
“Ezra, I swear to God, if you don’t climb on this bed and get inside me right now, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
I swipe my fingers through her folds, bringing them up and pushing them between my lips, savouring the sweet taste of her. “So bossy. So insatiable.”
“Pregnancy hormones do wicked things to me.” Her cheeks flush, and fuck, if it isn’t my favourite shade of pink.
I kiss her lips but pull away before she can get what she needs, the murderous promise of a maiming darkening her eyes telling me as much.
I’m walking on a knife’s edge if I think my taunting her won’t leave me with a bloody mark or two once she’s done, but that’s exactly what I want—and the twist of her smile lets me know she’s perfectly aware of what I’m doing.
I climb on the bed and settle on my knees, lifting her onto my lap.
She groans as I push her thighs apart, stretching her to accommodate me.
Nudging the slick tip of my cock at her entrance, I hold her steady with a hand gripped on each of her arse cheeks, running my thumb fondly over the raised scar of my name that’s there.
I watch her eyes roll back as I slide my way inside her, her walls clenching around me as I fill her up.
A knock at our door has my head whipping around, but I don’t pull out of her warmth.
“Fuck,” she barks, pouting when she realises that I’m not about to move my hips, her forehead resting on my shoulder.
“Time’s ticking, mate,” Jax calls through the door.
“I’m enjoying my wife; business can wait.”
“You sure? I think we’re finally getting somewhere with our friend.”
“I’m sure,” I growl out.
“Want me to get started without you?”I know he’s fucking with me on purpose; I can hear the levity in his voice.
“Jax, if you’re still outside that door and hear my wife come, I will hold you down, carve your ears off with a rusty knife, and shove them down your throat.” My wicked temptress grins wide, contracting around my cock.
Another knock comes at the door, and the beast in me rises to the surface. I growl out his name in warning through gritted teeth as I pull out of Cara, climbing off the bed and reaching for my axe from where it’s leaning beside the fire, the blade scraping across the floor as I cross the room.
“Did he just arm himself, Cara?” Jax calls through the door.
“Yes,” my wife giggles. Standing there buck naked, I hear Jax’s laughter and his hurried footsteps as he heads off back the way he came.
“I owe him ￡100 now,” Cara says as I put the axe back where I found it.
“Why?”
“We made a bet over lunch that he couldn’t rile you up and not get a punch in the face for his efforts. Seems he knew exactly when to strike.”
“I’m all about delayed gratification; I’ll accidently side-swipe him later. Now where was I?” I comment, my cock still hard and standing to attention, begging to be nestled back inside her.
“You were about to order your wife to ride your cock until she was so blissed out, she forgot her own name.”
“I wouldn’t want to let my wife down now, would I?”
“No, you certainly wouldn’t; she gets stabby when she hasn’t had her orgasms.”
“Carrying my child agrees with you, Mrs. Wolfe. You’re glowing.”
“If you don’t give me what I want and fuck me like I need, I’ll combust, Ezra Wolfe,” she presses, that frustrated stomp of her foot implied.
“You double-named me. It must be serious.” I laugh, leaning against the bed post as I admire her bare flushed skin and beautiful round belly. I’m desperate to give her what she wants, but I’m enjoying this back and forth between us too much.
“How about this—if you tell me you love me, I’ll give you everything you want,” I reason.
“I love?—”
I tut and shake my head, not letting her finish the sentiment. “Sign it to me,” I rasp cockily while signing the words with my fingers. My brow arched and a boyish lopsided grin on my face.
Her lower lip trembles as she lets out a frustrated whimper. Her eyes shooting up to her bound hands as she tugs on her restraints. “You are not playing fair.”
“All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart—you know that.”
Done with the games, I climb onto the bed and get back into position, manoeuvring her so I’m lying beneath her, my hands caressing her hips as I pull her into position.
“How can I deny that face?” I chuckle, lining myself up with her entrance.
I thrust up inside her with abandon, both of us groaning as each of the eight barbells of my pierced shaft massages her as she takes all of me to the base inside her.
I settle for a moment to let her adjust.
“Fuck me like you mean it, and make it count, Wolfe; I’m not made of glass,” she whisper-cries through shaking lips, trying and failing to apply the right amount of authoritativeness into her tone.
I don’t hesitate to give her exactly what she wants. The stacks of baby books piled high around Blackwood means I’ve done my research, and I know the limits.“Such filthy words from such pretty lips, what did I do to deserve you?”
She flicks her hips forward and back, meeting every one of my thrusts, allowing her body to fully depend on her restraints as she picks up momentum and takes what she needs from my body.
It belongs to her—she can do whatever the fuck she pleases with it.
“Ezra, fuck…don’t…don’t…stop!”
“You’re doing all the work, sweetheart, and it’s the most beautiful sight to be seen.”Twisting her nipple and reaching down between us so I can rub teasing circles against her clit—I take the reins and slam up inside her as she begs for more. Chasing our collective releases.
“Yes, just like that…” she cries, whimpering as her orgasm crests. She bites her lip, her face reddening, her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. I grind my pelvis against her, my cock jerking and swelling inside her.
The tingle at the base of my spine builds.
Her pussy strangling my cock so beautifully as sweat beads on her collarbone.
I haul her up, seating her on my lap, my knees braced beneath me.
I clamp my fingers around her swollen clit between us as I hit her with a bruising kiss, my other hand wrapped around the nape of her neck to keep her steady, hitting deeper inside her in this position.
“I’m…Ezra, I’m…fuck.” I swallow back her cries greedily as she tips over the edge. Mouths and teeth colliding. Her head lulls back, her face tipped to the heavens when she clenches around me and lets out a ragged, mewling cry that I feel in my soul.
“You’ve got one more, sweetheart,” I grin as I angle her face to meet mine, needing her this close so I can see the moment she dives over the cliffs edge again.
Resting her full weight against me, our foreheads pressed together, I pump my hips.
She shakes violently, screaming out my name as the second orgasm hits in quick succession.
Two more thrusts and I’m right there with her.
Losing my ever-loving mind as I empty myself inside her, my vision spotty, my thumping heart threatening to lurch right out of my chest as I cradle her the best I can to my body.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.”
CARA
“Yours.”
Still semi-hard and nestled inside me, he crashes his lips against mine, losing himself in me as our tongues dance. My lungs scream for oxygen, our hearts beating frantically in time, but I don’t pull away until he breaks the connection.
Panting exhales fill the air, our sweat slick bodies warm as he holds me against his chest in a tight embrace. I could sleep for a week, my body boneless as I slump in his arms as much as the restraints will allow.
Ezra reaches up and unbuckles my wrists.
I groan at the loss of him when he pulls out of me.
Resting my cheek on his shoulder when he carefully lowers me beside him on the bed.
The aftershocks of my release spark in every extremity—my brain wanting more, my body playing catch-up.
He dips and dots featherlight worshiping kisses down my face, neck, and collarbone, lapping at the scarred tissue of his bite mark that has almost faded to nothing.
“When this baby comes, I want a fresh mark from you,” I order, kissing his nose and breathing in his familiar scent mixed with a hint of frantic sex.
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Wolfe.” He runs his hand through my loose curls, massaging my scalp with deft fingers. I mumble incoherently, lost to the sensation. “Let’s do it again,” he chuckles against my lips.
“You’re psychotic.” I slap a hand against his chest when I pull back for air.
“Caring and possessive too—I’m like a fucked-up Care Bear—all the emotions wrapped up in 6’3 of dangerous tatted muscle.
” He raises his arm and flexes his muscles theatrically, and I can’t hold back the chuckle.
“I like rainbows, but I won’t hesitate to cut a prick,” he adds, bonking me on the nose with his finger before diving in for my ticklish spot on my hip with a beaming grin.
I laugh so hard, I almost wet myself. He leans back and pulls me across him, the metal of my prosthetic caressing the patch of skin tattooed with my name over his heart as I rest on his chest.
Is he unhinged? Certainly.
Deathly protective? Always.
Quick to grab a blade? Morning, noon, and night.
But under it all—my Ezra Wolfe will always be adorably playful with an unhealthy side order of crazy.
And I wouldn’t have him any other way.