Chapter 33 #2
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good girl.” She licks at my piercings, groaning. I up the pace, holding her head with her hair wrapped around my fist as I fuck her mouth.
“You like taking your husbands cock, don’t you baby. Look at you,” I pant. “Sucking me like a fucking pro. God, you feel good.”
If she sucks my cock like this for the rest of my life, I’ll die fucking happy. My hips buck forward, making her gag. My balls tighten.
“Baby, if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, you better tell me now.” I moan, rocking my hips as she sucks me deeper into her perfect mouth.
Jesus Christ.
Don’t think about him, while a nun you stole is sucking your cock bro, bad form.
My moans echo around us as she looks up at me.
So brave.
So fucking beautiful.
So mine.
I thrust faster, deeper, as she relaxes her mouth for me. I swipe the tears leaking from her eyes with my thumb as she gags and chokes.
“Fuck—” My balls tighten as I feel the intense pleasure build in my lower spine, jetting cum in her mouth, and watch as she swallows every drop before licking me fucking clean. I shake my head, a smile ghosting my lips.
“Jesus, baby. If we weren’t already married, I’d wifey the fuck out of you.” She releases my cock with a pop, her cheeks flushed, breathing as heavy as I am.
“I want to do that again.”
Marry her.
I Already have.
Marry her again.
She smiles, a shy glimmer in her eyes. “Having you fall apart from me…it was…”
“Fucking beautiful.” I cut in, my voice rough as I lift her from the ground. Our mouths collide—hot, deep—her lips still taste of me, and the sound that leaves my throat is a deep growl of approval.
“What are you doing to me, Trey?” she breathes against my mouth. “I want you so desperately, all the time. I don’t even recognize this version of myself.” Her hands trace down my chest, over the ridges of muscle, making them tighten beneath her touch
“I just set you free, baby,” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers. “Now you have a voice. Make your own choices.”
Her gaze softens, lips hovering inches from mine.
“I’ll always choose you,” she whispers.
There’s a chance I just had a spectacular blowjob…so yeah, my heart’s fucking pitter-pattering at that proclamation. But honestly? Her words hit me.
“Good,” I rasp, sliding my hand into her hair. “Because I don’t think I could ever give you up, Dove.”
I don’t even notice the way the dress slips from her shoulders until it’s falling loose around her.
My hands find the fabric, peeling it down her arms, over her back, letting it drop to the ground like it never existed.
Her skin glows in the dim light, and I can’t stop myself from tracing every line, every curve as I press her close.
“Come with me,” I murmur, my voice low, husky. She doesn’t hesitate. She just lets me guide her, one breathless step at a time, until the bed swallows us.
Her head finds my chest, her hair falling in waves against my skin.
I wrap my arms around her, and for a few stolen moments, the chaos of everything else—the world outside, the expectations, the fame—melts away.
All that exists is the steady drum of her heartbeat under my hand and the quiet hum of the peace between us.
Before I can repay the favour, and show my wife a glimpse of heaven, the intruder alarm shatters the calm. I tense, muscles coiling instinctively, my arms tightening around her.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, though my voice carries the edge of warning. “Let’s go.”
Her body stiffens against me the second the alarm blares, and I can feel the tremor running through her. Her eyes snap wide, pupils blown, and my chest tightens at the raw panic I see reflected there.
“They’re here,” she whispers, voice tight, shaking. “They found me…”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. My heart hammers, not with fear, but with protective fury.
“It’s probably fuck face from the club with his bandmates or roadies.
They’ll be scared off now the alarm is set off.
” But she’s not listening, she looks lost, trapped.
“Sera,” I murmur, pressing a hand to her cheek, tilting her face toward mine.
“Hey…look at me. It’s okay. I’ve got you.
I’m right here. Nobody’s touching you, not now, not ever. ”
She jerks away for a fraction, panic still etched into every line of her body, before I tighten my arms around her, holding her close.
“Dove, breathe with me. In…out…slow. You’re safe. I promise. We’re together.”
Her lips quiver, and for a moment I think she might break, might bolt, might collapse into terror—but then she leans into my chest, tiny and trembling.
I brush her hair back from her face, brushing soft kisses against her temple and whispering over and over, “I’m not letting anyone hurt you. I’ve got you.”
I hold her for a heartbeat longer, feeling the tremor in her body slow just enough for me to breathe.
“I’ll take you to Logan and Mac,” I murmur against her hair, voice low, firm.
Before we head out, I grab the fluffy dressing gown hanging on the hook, wrapping her in it.
We hurry into the living room where everyone’s already gathering—Sam awake but confused, Logan shuffling around with a bleary-eyed Mac in his arms, and Chace…
fully dressed and looking like he’s been waiting for trouble all night.
“What’s going on, Baker?” Sam asks, rubbing his face.
Before I can answer, Logan mutters, “My angel does not like being woken.”
Mac proves his point immediately. “Fucking kill whoever it is,” she snaps.
Logan gestures at her. “See?”
I shake my head. “Guys, stay with Sera while I go check.”
“Nope. I’m going with you,” Chace says, already moving like the decision was his to make.
“Fine. But Sam, Logan—”
“We’ll wait,” Sam says. “Mac can protect us.” He jokes.
Mac glares.
I turn back, my gaze catching Sera—my Dove—small in that oversized gown, eyes wide but steady.
“Alright, whatever. Come on, Chace. Sera… baby…I’ll be right back. Nobody’s getting to you.”
Her hands clutch at my chest, eyes wide, but there’s a flicker of trust in them—just enough to make me believe she’ll wait. I press a kiss to her temple, then shift carefully, sliding off the couch.
Her gaze follows me, searching, panicked.
“Be careful.”
“We will be.”
We step into the hallway, muscles coiled, senses straining.
The alarm pulses through the house, the red warning light slicing across the walls.
We move silently, shadow to shadow, checking every corner, every doorway.
My fingers brush over the sleek lines of the furniture, every sound magnified—the fridge humming, the faint tick of a clock—but nothing moves.
Nothing breathing but us. Chace however is moving with purpose.
I probably look fucking stupid, almost rolling from cover to cover.
Heart in my mouth. The door opens, and I almost slip as I recognize the security members, they immediately switch on a set of screens in my office, checking feeds.
“What happened, who is it?” I ask. One of the guards look over to me, before cycling through my on-site cameras. “Is it the guy with his friends from the club?”
“I have no real information for you at this time, sir, just that they’re heading toward the north end of the gardens. ”
I feel my jaw tighten, my fingers curling into the edge of the console. My pulse spikes.
“I got a text from Dune, he’s out there with the dogs, and thinks they’re not here for you.”
“Hey, big guy, can I use your radio?” I ask the security member. He says nothing, passing the radio over, unhooking an earpiece.
“Captain Dune,” I mutter, tapping the comm. “What’s happening?”
The Captain’s calm, steady voice comes through, clipped and precise. “Dogs have deployed. They detected the intruders before the alarms. I’m approaching now.”
I lean back slightly, exhaling, watching the chaos unfold on the screens as the dogs move with lethal precision. My fists clench. I want to be there. I want to tear across the property, but Sera’s my priority.
I don’t answer. I can’t. My focus is on the cameras, on the dogs, on the intruders, on Sera. Whoever these guys are, they just woke the hornet’s nest—and they’re about to regret it.
The dogs are a blur of motion—Artemis low, poised, tail stiff. Klause’s stance rigid, ears flicking with perfect focus. They move faster than I expect, circling, barking a warning that makes my skin crawl and my blood run hot.
“Intruders are contained.” Watching the dogs heard the strangers is surreal over the cams.
“Chace, however much you are paying them, we need to double it.” Chace snorts.
“He is fairly compensated, but I will let him know you approve.” You can see there is some discussion or argument going on between Captain Dune and the intruders.
My jaw clenches as I watch the Captain move toward them, flanked by the security team. Each step measured, precise, military-grade. My chest hammers with the adrenaline he’s exuding, and I can’t help but feel both awe and fear.
The comm crackles again. “Police en route.” One of the intruders reaches for something, and in a blur—Artemis or Klause, I can’t tell which—snaps to them, grabbing their wrist and bringing them down hard.
My breath catches, adrenaline spiking again. Good fucking dog.
The rest of the team moves in. Captain Dune grabs thick cable ties and secures the two standing, while one of the dogs gets distracted with the third, turning it into a chew toy until ordered to stop.
“Secured. Local authorities are a few minutes out.” I feel the tension in my shoulders ease, just a fraction. “Good. Keep it tight. Do not let them move.”
“Chace, let me know if anything changes, or if the police turn up.” I brush my hands off, itching to do more—wanting to inflict violence on the fuckers who dared violate my home.
The cameras show the intruders squirming against the wall, the dogs trained to anticipate every move. Part of me wants to tell them to send a message—but is it wounded pride over my territory, or just dark thoughts? I don’t give them voice. I head out instead.
I move down the hallway as fast as I can, every step echoing in the quiet except for the distant alarm fading into normal hums.
I round the corner and see Seraphina on her knees in front of the toilet, hands gripping the rim, her body shaking, tears sliding down her cheeks. My chest tightens and I drop to one knee beside her, hands on her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles.
“It’s okay, baby. They’ve been secured. You’re okay. You’re safe.” My voice is low, rough with tension, but steady.
She heaves, her body wracked with panic and fear, and I tighten my hold, pressing my forehead to the back of her neck. “I’ve got you, Dove. I’ve got you.”
Her sobs get louder, spilling into full, uncontrollable crying, and then she throws herself into me, arms clinging tight, shivering in my lap.
Mac hovers near the door, giving us space, her voice soft. “If you need me for anything, come and get me, okay?”
I nod, not taking my eyes off Sera, and she relaxes slightly against me, her tears soaking into my chest. I pull her closer, rocking her gently, whispering, “It’s over, baby. You’re safe. I’m here. Always.”
Her hands clutch my body, trembling. I press a kiss to her temple, then the crown of her head, letting her cry against me as I silently fume.
How the fuck can I make sure that no one will ever make her feel this terrified again? I am powerless to the whims of those with ill intentions.