Chapter 33
EIGHT WEEKS LATER
Dean watched his wife laugh with her grandparents across one of the palace drawing rooms. They’d postponed the wedding until she completely healed.
He’d offered to marry her in the infirmary, but she’d insisted on waiting.
Today, as they walked down the aisle, she confessed why.
“I want to fuck my new husband any way I want,” she’d said, causing him to go impossibly hard in front of everyone.
Then he’d had to sit through their wedding dinner, and now their reception.
It was a small group of their family and friends gathered in an overly extravagant room, drinking and laughing the night away.
Fawn looked across the room, and when her grandmother turned to speak to her grandfather, she poked her tongue into the side of her cheek in rapid succession.
“That’s it,” Dean announced, jumping off the settee. “Thank you all for a lovely evening, but I would like to take my wife to our rooms.”
Fawn’s cheeks burned, and she refused to look at her giggling grandmother. They said their goodbyes, and Dean scooped her into his arms.
“I’m going to make you pay for that,” she threatened.
“Darling, I promise your grandmother knows we’ve had sex.”
She whacked his chest. “That’s not the point.”
“If you hadn’t been a little tease, I would have minded my manners.”
They approached their rooms, and he cradled her with one arm, opened the door with the other, and carried her across the threshold. “Are you ready to bless every surface, wife?”
“Fuck me, sweetheart,” she taunted with a wicked grin. Dean stalked into their bedroom and gently tossed her onto the bed. She sank into the soft mattress with a giggle and went up on her elbows.
He backed away, never taking his eyes off her, and pulled his desk chair to the middle of the room. He sat and crooked a finger. “Strip for me until there’s nothing left but the silk between your thighs.”
Fawn sat up slowly and stood, that salacious smile spreading. “You like to watch as much as you like to be watched.”
“Only you, darling.”
After kicking off her sandals, her slim fingers reached behind her and unfastened the golden rope at her waist. With slow, practiced movements, she pushed the sleeves off of her shoulders until they fell away, the material pooling at her feet.
“You didn’t wear a breast band,” he said, roughly.
“I’d hoped you’d touch me, but you didn’t,” she pouted, twisting the gold wedding band on her finger. “I had to slip away to the bathroom and touch myself.”
Dean’s breaths came out ragged, and his cock surged against his trousers. “Come here.”
His mate obeyed, sauntering with a deliberate sway of her hips. “What will you do with me?”
He reached and tugged her the rest of the way and sucked one of her dark pink nipples into his mouth. Nails dug into his shoulders, and her body leaned into him for more. Switching to the other breast, he grazed a bite over the taut peak, and she moaned. “More.”
Dean released her and sat back. “Dance.”
Her lust-filled gaze held his. “You’re a tease,” she complained and spun around. He thought she’d walk off and demand he finish what he started, but her upper body disappeared behind her legs as she bent forward. He couldn’t resist running his hands over her silk-covered ass.
She slapped his hand away. “No touching.”
Chuckling, he raised his hands and leaned back again.
Her spine unfurled as she straightened; her hips rolled.
Fuck, his wife was sexy. She lowered to hover above his lap with her back to his chest and moved in a way he’d never seen before.
Her ass grazed his stomach, his cock, his thighs, threatening to snap his resolve to keep his hands to himself.
After the sweetest torture, she turned herself around and straddled his lap, looping her hands over his shoulders as she continued to move. Her hips swayed to a music only she could hear, and her head fell back as she lost herself in the rhythm.
His knuckles whitened against the side of the chair, the need to touch her overwhelming him. One of her hands drifted down until she slipped it in her underwear, the red silk hiding her cunt from view. Why did I tell her to keep them on?
Her hand moved in rhythm with her hips, and he cursed when she ground herself against his cock to press her fingers deeper. “Dean,” she breathed, her sultry moans snapping the last of his restraint.
He slid a hand down the back of her underwear and skimmed across her flesh until he met her hand. “Hands off,” she rasped.
“If you think I’ll let you fuck yourself and not join, then you don’t know me very well.”
Dean pushed a finger into her wet pussy and pumped in counter-time to her rhythm. She bucked against them and leaned forward. “Gods.”
The roll of her hips ceased in favor of bouncing, her tits jiggling in his face.
He buried his face in her flesh and ravished them as they fucked her with their fingers.
Short cries burst from her in rapid succession, and her walls throbbed around them until she screamed and fell forward to bury her face in his neck.
Fawn’s orgasm spread through him, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming in his pants. He’d never seen anything more erotic.
They pulled out, and he caught her hand, lifting it to his mouth. He slipped both of their fingers between his lips and sucked them clean. “Fuck, baby.”
He cradled her in his arms, rose to his feet, and laid her out on the bed to feast on her body. Fawn lifted to a sitting position. “Wait.”
“I don’t think I can,” he answered truthfully.
Placing her hand on his chest, she guided him back and dropped to her knees in front of him. “Hungry for my cock, darling?”
His mate hummed and stripped him bare, running her hands up his thighs until one wrapped around his thick cock. It jumped in her hand, and she licked her lips. “I’ve wanted to taste you all day.”
Dean plucked the pins out of her hair and threaded his fingers through the loose strands. “Then let me hear you gag.”
Warmth wet the underside of his cock and licked the pre-cum from the tip of his head. He sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed her hair tight. “Open up, wife.”
Her pretty dusky rose lips parted and ensconced his cock. A shudder racked his body, and he flexed his hips on instinct. “I can’t hold back,” he groaned. “I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours, and you’re going to swallow me like a good little whore.”
Fawn hollowed out her cheeks in answer, and he surged forward until she gagged. “Relax your throat.”
Her defiant eyes lifted, and he knew she would end him with pleasure. Grasping his hips, she yanked him forward, swallowing as his head hit her throat and swallowing him down. “Oh, fuck.”
His breaths came in quick pants, and his vision blurred as his wife worked him like she was born to suck cock.
Her hot mouth possessed a magic of its own, working him to the fastest release of his life.
The tingle fired at the base of his spine, and he tipped his head back, thrusting his hips faster.
He couldn’t speak or think as his orgasm ripped through him.
He moaned her name, and her lips trembled around him. Fawn’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her body twitched with her own release. She swallowed every drop he emptied into her mouth and released his cock with strings of drool still connecting them.
“The bond,” she panted. “Holy shit.”
Dean crouched in front of her. “Now you know how I feel all the time.” Marrying Fawn had strengthened her magic to that of a royal, letting her feel the bond in full—his orgasms included.
“We should have married sooner,” she declared, ripping a laugh from him.
“I would have married you at Rennick’s coronation,” he murmured. His cock thickened, and he kissed her lightly. “On the bed so we can consummate this marriage properly.”
Fawn scrambled onto the bed and spread her legs, showing him her perfect, dripping cunt. Dean crawled over her and rubbed his cock through her slick folds until she squirmed under him. “I need you inside me,” she begged.
He hooked one of her knees over his shoulder and drove into her. The blankets slid with her body across the bed, his hold on her thigh and hip the only things keeping them connected. Together they moved, their bodies coated with sweat and the smell of sex thick in the air.
Dean removed her leg from his shoulder and leaned over her so they were face to face. “I’ll love you for eternity. Not even death will stop me.” He slowed and ground his hips so every stroke dragged across her clit.
Fawn cried out and matched his movements. “For eternity,” she breathed.
Their mouths collided with desperation, hungry to fuse themselves together until they didn’t know where one of them stopped and the other began.
The climax built between them—his, hers, both .
A fiery pleasure burned through him, and he yelled her name, thrusting into her to empty himself into her cunt.
They lay there panting, looking at each other with enough love to satiate them for every lifetime.
For eternity.