Extra Epilogue
VIPER
Ibarely held it together through Harvey’s first grade back-to-school night.
It took every ounce of control I had not to reach over the little table and snap the fucking neck of the prick sitting across from me.
The asshole couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my woman, smiling and complimenting her in ways that had my fists clenching so hard under the table that my knuckles cracked.
Rhiannon pretended not to notice. She smiled sweetly, her hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her belly, glowing with that soft beauty that only came from carrying my baby.
But I knew my wife well enough to recognize the mischief dancing in her dark eyes.
She knew exactly how close I was to losing my shit.
And judging by the little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, she liked it.
By the time we walked out of the school, my patience was hanging by a thread. It was a damn good thing the kids were at dinner with their godfather because I needed some alone time with my wife.
I helped her into my truck, my jaw clenched the entire drive home. Rhiannon wisely stayed silent, but I caught her casting amused glances my way from the corner of my eye. She was playing with fire, and she damn well knew it.
I’d barely slammed the front door shut when I turned on her. Pressing her back against it, my palms landed hard on either side of her head, caging her in. Her startled gasp only fed my desire, her wide eyes locked on mine.
“Think it’s cute, baby?” My voice came out edged with jealousy as I dragged my thumb roughly across her full lower lip. “You like teasing me, making me think about breaking some fucker’s neck for daring to look at what's mine?”
She shivered visibly, her breathing quickening. “Dean—”
“You’ve been begging for a spanking all night, Rhiannon.” My fingers curled beneath her chin, lifting her face toward me. “Outta patience, baby. I’m gonna remind you who you belong to.”
Her breath hitched, and I knew from the heat in her gaze that she was soaking wet already. That was my woman—sweet and innocent to the world, even a little sassy, but wild as fuck when it came to me.
Not wasting another moment, I hoisted her into my arms, loving how she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, hands clutching my shoulders.
My boots echoed heavily on the hardwood floors as I carried her swiftly into our bedroom.
She barely had time to breathe before I had her stripped bare, my own clothes hitting the floor behind us.
“Dean—” she whispered again, a plea trembling in her voice.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” I ordered gruffly, my cock hard as steel at the sight of her naked curves. “Right fucking now.”
A needy whimper escaped her lips as she moved quickly, positioning herself on all fours at the edge of our bed. The image of her spread out and waiting, pregnant and beautiful, was nearly enough to break me right then.
I stepped up behind her, gripping her lush hips, the softness of her skin branding my palms. I leaned forward, covering her with my chest, one hand sliding protectively around to rest on her gently rounded belly.
“Nobody else gets to admire this glow, Rhiannon. No one else gets to see how fucking beautiful you are carrying my baby,” I snarled against her ear, my teeth scraping her skin as I pressed my cock against her slick entrance. “Only me.”
“Yes,” she breathed out, her voice barely audible.
With a single deep thrust, I plunged into her, burying myself balls-deep in one stroke. My jaw clenched tight against the velvet grip of her pussy, and I felt her shaking beneath me.
I gave her no chance to adjust, setting a rough pace immediately. Every stroke was punishing and possessive, driving deep enough to mark her as mine again. My hand tightened on her belly, reminding her exactly who she belonged to.
“Mine,” I growled into her ear. “Every damn inch of you, baby. Mine.”
“Dean, yes,” she gasped, her fingers clawing desperately at the sheets beneath her as I fucked her harder. She arched her back, pushing against me, begging without words for more. And I gave it to her, my hips slamming brutally, branding her with every stroke.
“You feel how fucking perfect you take me?” My free hand twisted gently into her hair, pulling her head back so I could bite down lightly on her exposed shoulder. “Tell me, baby. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You.” She trembled beneath me, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. “Only you.”
“That’s fucking right,” I rasped, losing all restraint.
I drove into her, feeling her slick pussy tightening around me as she approached the edge. My thumb found her clit, pressing roughly as I growled, “Come, Rhiannon. All over my cock. Mark me back, baby.”
She shattered beneath me, screaming my name as her pussy clenched, pulsing wildly around my shaft. It took every ounce of willpower I had to hold off my own climax, determined to prolong her pleasure. But when I felt her muscles spasm again, the sensation ripped away my control.
I surged deeper, burying myself at her womb as I came with a guttural roar. My cock pulsed, spurting jets of hot come deep inside her, claiming her thoroughly.
Spent, I slowly eased us both down onto the bed, pulling her carefully against my chest, one hand still firmly on her rounded belly. My cock was still buried inside her as I pressed rough kisses along her neck.
“Mine,” I murmured possessively, teeth grazing her skin. “Don’t ever forget it, Rhiannon.”
Her soft laughter vibrated gently through her chest. “I couldn’t forget it if I tried.”
I squeezed her gently, a low growl vibrating from my chest. “Good. Because if that asshole looks at you again, they’ll be dragging him out of that school in pieces.”
She turned her head, dark eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to my jaw. “I love you, Dean. Jealous, possessive streak and all.”
“Damn right you do,” I rasped, though I was grinning as I gave her hip another squeeze. “Because you belong to me. Forever.”