Chapter 46
Zogar
Rosomon’s cries of pleasure carry through the forest, and I stop moving. If I approach them right now, the overwhelming possessiveness building inside me might lead to my third murder of the day.
It wasn’t me who dropped that traitor Roule onto that spike, I didn’t force Nyx to fly into that mountain, but I laughed when she suggested that she should murder her rider, and I must take responsibility for both of their deaths.
As I listen to the sounds of Saxon and Rosomon fucking—their moans and cries, the sucking and slapping sounds of his body rutting into hers—I draw long breaths, fighting to calm myself.
Soon, her obvious enjoyment tempers my jealous rage.
As much as I’d like to be the man delivering it, I love knowing how greatly she’s feeling pleasure.
My wife loves this man. And he loves her. And because I love my wife—deeply—I must learn to accept that she wants him in her life, not to mention in her cunt.
Earlier, when she raised the subject, I told her I wanted to discuss it when we were all together again, but in truth, I wasn’t ready to face the topic.
At least I’ll only have to accept my wife having one lover outside our marriage.
Based on what I’ve been told, I plan to kill Tynan the moment I see him.
That will be my next murder, but one that’s completely justified.
Tynan is a traitor in every sense of the word.
A quick death will be too good for him. Rosomon will object but will come around once she hears everything he’s done.
Drawn by the two lovers’ cries of pleasure and the slap of skin against skin, I continue forward until I find them. Saxon is taking her from behind, driving himself repeatedly and forcefully into her softness as she braces herself against a rock face.
She cries out, and her body’s movements and sounds make it clear that she’s exploding in a massive climax. Saxon joins her at the top of that crest, shouting as he thrusts, no doubt spraying copious amounts of his seed inside her.
I growl. This is an aspect of our possible future I find difficult to accept. I can learn to deal with Rosomon loving Saxon, with him giving her pleasure, far easier than I can face the idea of him planting a child inside my wife.
Saxon turns sharply, looking over his shoulder. Like most stag shifters, his senses are better than most human’s, even when he’s in this form. Even while fucking, he most certainly detected me long before I arrived here.
He nods toward me, then leans over Rosomon, telling her that I’m here with a soft whisper against her ear.
Her body visibly stiffens, and his cock slips out of her as their bodies straighten. They turn toward me.
Rosomon steps forward, worry filling her eyes above deeply flushed cheeks. I wish my cock could claim responsibility for raising so much blood to her skin’s surface, but I love seeing her this way—well fucked and happy.
“Zogar.” She takes a tentative step forward as if trying to remember how her legs work. “We. I—”
“All is well, my love.” I stride toward them. My cock is so stiff every step both hurts and increases my need. I didn’t realize the extent of my arousal until I moved. After I shifted, I should have conjured some clothing to cover myself.
“It seems you’ve recovered from captivity,” I say to Saxon, trying to sound indifferent.
He nods. “I heal quickly.”
“Shifters do.”
Turning my gaze back to Rosomon, I discover hers is now focussed on my cock. Her eyes lift to meet mine, and the rouge in her cheeks deepens further.
“Thank you,” she says to me, and then turns to Saxon. “Thank you both.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I ask. He’s the one who just fucked her so well she can barely walk.
“For…” She shakes her head. “For not being angry—” She gestures toward Saxon. “Zogar, I know we agreed to discuss this first, but—”
“It’s fine.” My words come out rougher than I intend, my tone laden with envy.
When she’s riding my pommel, I try not to listen to her most deeply personal thoughts—especially not those about me, but I know she’s at least considered whether or not she might love me. But she never seems certain. When it comes to loving Saxon, she is very certain.
I can live with that. Whether or not she ever loves me, Rosomon is my wife. Even if she doesn’t love me, it won’t dampen my deep love for her. And I’m grateful she has found a man she does love.
There’s so much compassion in her eyes right now. She’s concerned for me, wondering how I felt watching Saxon fuck her, and that only amplifies my deep love for her. She knows it hurt me to see them together, that it triggered my possessiveness.
I draw a deep breath. Rosomon can so easily read me. Rosomon knows me. She sees me like no one else has ever before. She sees every part of me, the best parts and the worst. And my worst parts are egregious.
She not only saw me incinerate a large group of mages while we were in the Darkness, she knows I caused the deaths of Roule and Nyxarious today. And she’s heard me threaten the lives of others—including her lovers and her family.
No wonder she can’t love me. How could anyone so pure of heart love such a brutish killer. How could she love me, after seeing the depths of my cruelty, the magnitude of my thirst for vengeance.
I shake those thoughts from my mind. It’s enough for me to know that she’s happy. All I can do is work to be better and hope that someday she’ll want me in her life for reasons beyond our vows. Beyond my cock.
I know she loves that part of me, but I’m no longer so arrogant to believe that only my cock can fully satisfy her.
Seeing and hearing how much pleasure she felt with Saxon just now was a shock to my system.
Especially because the act seemed rushed and impersonal.
I’m sure he can fuck her much better than that.
“Zogar.” Stepping up to me, Rosomon slides her hand onto my chest.
The tip of my cock taps her belly, and I groan.
She shifts slightly back. “I’m sorry we didn’t discuss this first.”
“My love.” I cup her face. “Don’t worry. I have no plans to come between you and Saxon. I see how he makes you happy.”
Her perfect breasts rise on a deep inhale of relief, and her tiny hand slides up to caress my cheek. “Thank you, Zogar. Thank you, again. That means so much—” Her body brushes my stiff cock again.
I grit my teeth. “No need to thank me. I told you the day we wed that you were free to have lovers outside our union.”
“But you also said that the meaning of our vows had changed after you told me…” Her head tips to the side instead of saying the words. Clearly, she doesn’t want to divulge our private conversation in front of her lover.
“That isn’t what changed.”
“Then what?” Her body brushes my hardness again.
“Stop that,” I say far too loudly.
She jerks away from me, and Saxon leaps up to stand protectively beside her.
“Sorry,” I say more softly. “I didn’t mean to speak sharply, but every time your body brushes my cock…” I shake my head. It’s my fault I’m not wearing clothes. It’s my fault I got aroused watching Saxon fuck her.
A soft smile breaks into her violet eyes, and her tongue darts between her soft lips. My already painful cock and stones pound. I don’t think she fully understands her effect on me—on most men, I expect. And I can’t bear the pain of my need any longer.
“I shouldn’t have intruded. I’ll leave you two alone.” I’ll go into the woods and seek relief in my hand. I turn away.
“Don’t go,” Saxon calls out. “Not on my account.”
I turn back to face them. He’s looking down into her eyes, clearly asking her what she wants. Another wave of jealousy rumbles through me. Rosomon knows me, but Saxon knows her. And he doesn’t need to use the cheat of reading her thoughts, like I can when I’ve knotted her onto my pommel.
Saxon turns back toward me. “I didn’t last long, and I won’t be hard again for a while. So, if Rosomon wants—”
“I want,” she says. She steps toward me, and her tiny hand closes around my thick cock.
A deep groan growls out of me. It’s loud, but instead of jerking back in fear this time, Rosomon tightens her grip, and her eyes fill with obvious need.
I’m beyond happy that she’s willing to have me inside her, after everything I did today. But after seeing the way she looked at Saxon, I don’t think I can bear to see her eyes while I take her. And there’s a risk that she might suddenly remember Roule’s and Nyxarious’s deaths.
I need to avoid looking into her eyes. If I take her from behind, the strong emotional reunion with Saxon can continue.
“May I fuck you?” I ask, and a smile washes over her face as she nods. She likes when I ask her permission.
“I’ll give you two some privacy.” Saxon turns away.
“Don’t go,” I say, sharply. I turn Rosomon to face him and lean in close to her ear. “Put your hands on his shoulders.”
She braces her hands on Saxon, as I lift her ass and split apart her legs. Saxon takes some of her weight too, as I position my cock at her warm entrance, wet with both her juices and Saxon’s.
At the contact, she moans and quivers, and Saxon’s hands stroke her as he softly helps to support her torso, and they look into each other’s eyes.
This is just as I intended. This feels right. I’m confident in my cock’s ability to give her great pleasure, but it’s Saxon she loves. It’s Saxon she wants to connect with while receiving that pleasure.
Her body opens for my girth, and I push the head of my cock slowly inside her, loving how easily she can accept me now. Adoring the sounds she makes when I breach her entrance, I pause just inside her, waiting to be sure she’s ready to tolerate more of my length.
She tips her hips back, as if asking for more, so I press in further. Moaning, she leans forward and Saxon swallows her sounds with his lips. This is what I planned, but now that it’s happening, I’m less sure.
Jealousy roils as I thrust slowly, trying not to disturb their kissing, trying not to think about how she feels about him. She breaks their kiss and moans as she looks deeply into his eyes.
Jealousy wins the battle of my warring emotions. I lose both my mind and control. Tugging her back against me, I drive hard, hitting her capacity in a single, brutal stroke.
Her sharp cry is captured by Saxon’s mouth. And this time I don’t even pause for her channel to expand. It will in time.
Instead, I firm my hold on her hips and drive as deeply as possible, over and over and over, feeling her body consume me, feeling her squeeze me so tightly I truly might lose my mind.
I close my eyes. Hearing her pleasure, feeling my own is enough. I don’t need to torture my heart by watching the intimacy between them.
Over and over her tightness swallows me, and I vary my speed and angle, loving how I can hear and feel her response to each change.
“Feels. So. Good.” Rosomon cries out, in time with my thrusts, and I open my eyes.
Saxon has one hand around her head, the other resting on her back and the love and admiration in his eyes is so clear it might as well be written on his forehead.
Gritting my teeth, I fight to convince myself I don’t care.