Chapter 38 – Vanessa
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Vanessa
Magnum is probably going to strangle me, but my stress level is high.
Making sure he’s safe and comfortable keeps me focused.
That way, I don’t worry about Moretti and how the cleanup is going.
It’s always possible that someone in the warehouse district heard the barrage of gunshots and called the cops, but many of the buildings in the area are owned by the families.
All I can do is pray that the Boston PD doesn’t get brave and investigate.
Hawk seems amused by my never-ending hovering, but he’s smart enough that he doesn’t say a word. He just lets me mother hen Mag while keeping his mouth shut.
“If it’s okay with you, I think I’m going to run down to the gym for half an hour, then shower,” Hawk says, rolling over to face me as we lie in the nest.
My bottom lip pokes out, and I want to beg him to stay in here where it’s safe, but I’m pretty sure that would be my instincts talking.
The mansion is as secure as we’re going to get.
Magnum and I showered right after we got home, and Hawk supervised to make sure there were no shower-related accidents. Then I made them both come into the nest.
He probably does want a shower and a change of clothes.
I’m not a monster.
He thoroughly washed the blood off his hands while Mag and I were showering, but I can understand he wants to burn off some of his energy and get clean.
“I’ll survive an hour or two without you, as long as you don’t leave the house,” I say, grabbing a handful of his shirt to pull him closer.
My lips push to his, and I smile as I’m engulfed in his fluffy beard. He manages to grin into the kiss, and it’s just a very sweet moment. My stomach flutters with those monster-sized butterflies.
Well, damn.
I don’t think I can deny it anymore.
I’m falling in love with Hawk.
Yeah, it’s fast.
The thing is, with a bond, I can feel his emotions toward me, and it makes everything way more intense.
Plus, he’s just really easy to trust.
He nips at my lower lip and pulls back.
My silly heart races as he climbs off the mattress. It’s tempting to go with him, but I’m allergic to the gym, so it’s probably best I stay here and snuggle with Magnum.
Speaking of Mag, he’s softly snoring on the other side of the bed.
It’s been a long day, and that’s on top of the whole healing from a gunshot wound thing. I roll over toward him, snuggling up to his back. It’s kinda funny that he’s my little spoon, but I breathe in his lemon and honey scent and try to will my mind to relax.
“Mmm, you gonna come all over my hand, princess?” Magnum asks, nipping at my ear.
My eyelids flutter as the most incredible dream slips away. I’m soaked with sweat, which can’t be sexy, but Mag has his fingers buried in my pussy. I’m also on my side, facing the opposite direction I was when I fell asleep.
My clit throbs, and I grind back into him. Except my brain finally turns on, and I gasp. “Holy shit. You’re not supposed to lie on your arm.”
“It kinda sucks, but I’m dealing with it.
” He stretches his fingers and applies firmer pressure to my swollen nub.
“Looking on the bright side, I’ll probably be ambidextrous before my gunshot wound heals.
” He chuckles, and his warm breath fans over my neck.
“You were dry humping me in your sleep, which was a whole new experience, since I was your little spoon. I wanted to see if I could make you come without waking you up, but apparently, I’m not as talented with my non-dominant hand. ”
I clench around him, focusing on the stretch. “That’s really hot, and I have no idea why.”
He scratches his teeth over my neck, licking Moretti’s bondmark. It sends a pulse through the bond that echoes in my clit, and I almost come. “It’s the danger of knowing I could do anything I wanted to you while still being safe enough because I would never hurt you.”
Oh fuck me, that is hot.
The idea of him edging up to the line, but not actually crossing into anything I’d be uncomfortable with is strangely arousing, and I have no idea why.
I’d be okay with a lot of leeway as long as he stayed away from my ass. I eventually want to work up to trying anal, but I’ll never be down with anyone touching my asshole while I’m asleep.
I guess I found my first hard limit.
Magnum pulls his fingers from my core, and I whine.
Why?
I wanted to come.
“Don’t worry, princess,” Mag says. “I’m going to roll over onto my back, and you’re going to climb onto my cock.”
“Okay,” I agree, nodding.
He gets settled on his back, and I roll over and hit my knees before ripping Hawk’s T-shirt off over my head.
I got smart and didn’t worry about a bra or panties when I went to sleep. My nipples tighten in the cool air, but my skin is still tacky from sweating while I slept.
Mag plants his feet on the mattress, pushing up enough that he can shove his sweats down.
I get myself in gear, leaning over him and helping. Once the material is around his ankles, he kicks out of them completely.
The bandage on his shoulder is clean.
No blood.
That’s a good sign, but I hate that he’s still in pain.
Shaking away that thought, I climb over his legs and stretch until my mouth is close to his cock.
“I really enjoyed sucking you off tonight,” I tell him, gripping his hard length. Bringing his tip to my lips, I give it a quick swirl with my tongue. “I want to get even messier and dirtier next time.”
My cheeks heat.
Do I suck at dirty talk?
I’m trying here.
That’s probably something I’ll get better with over time.
Hopefully.
“Yeah? I did too,” Mag says. “Coming down your throat was hot, but I want inside your tight little cunt this time, princess.”
“I want that too,” I agree, crawling up the rest of the way.
My nipples brush his chest as I reach between us and bring him to my opening. I don’t hesitate to impale myself on his thick cock.
My clit pulses, and my skin heats.
Whatever teasing he did while I was asleep left me aching to come all over him.
“Jesus,” Magnum grunts, his hand landing on my hip. “Fucking hell, Vanessa.”
“I didn’t want to tease you with more of just the tip.” I smile as my hair falls around my breasts, and I pick up my pace. “Worth the wait for the full experience?”
“Hell yes,” he growls, slapping my ass. “Holy fuck. I love the way your tits jiggle.” His blue eyes are hazy, and I hope the pain meds or the natural pain relief holds out long enough for him to come. “Mmm, your stomach too. That’s so fucking sexy.”
I’m soft, but I’ve never had anyone address that while I’m naked, and I like that he’s attracted to me, even with a few extra pounds.
My teeth dig into my lower lip, and I move to tease my clit. Riding him without causing him any pain is a delicate balance. I bounce over him, making sure I’m taking him deep, but I also don’t want to jostle him around too much.
His lemon and honey scent mixes with mine, and I only get hazier as I breathe in his pheromones.
He’s so hard, and the slide inside me feels incredible.
Leaning closer, I rest my free hand on his non-injured shoulder. He tilts his face to mine, kissing me as I clench around him.
My head is a foggy mess as his tongue teases mine. Kissing while fucking really ups every sensation, and I was close before I even woke up. I get a little frantic as my orgasm builds, and I shove my hips back when he’s already brushing my cervix. The move wedges his knot inside me, and I lose it.
Pleasure rips through my nerve endings, starting in my clit and working out through the rest of my body. The tighter I get as my core convulses around his swelling knot, the more disconnected I become with reality.
“Fucking hell, princess,” Magnum growls. “I’m fucking done for.” It’s only when he speaks that I realize I stopped kissing him.
He captures my lower lip, and his teeth dig into the tender flesh as his cock swells inside me.
My body wracks with trembles, like I’ve lost all control of my bodily functions, and every movement drags his knot along my inner walls.
It clicks in my mind that I can either accept or deny the bond, and I pull myself together enough to accept the link.
He groans, and his cock kicks, jerking inside me almost violently.
I’m smacked by his euphoria radiating through the bond, and I come all over again. Hell, maybe my orgasm never fully ended.
It’s confusing and amazing all at once.
Retracting his canines, he licks the bite to clean and seal it. His hand digs into my lower back as I swivel my hips in a circle. He’s still hard, and every tug of his knot sends a warm, fuzzy feeling straight to my chest.
It’s almost like I’m high, or maybe I’m losing the battle against the fog.
Either way, I need to come again.
My soul is content.
My pack is complete, and I’m safe, so I give in to the haze and chase another orgasm.