by Penelope Sky
I kept going, the sound of her voice growing quieter as I entered my bedroom. Even when I shut the door behind me, I could still hear her voice, hear the melancholy she conveyed so well.
Instead of hopping in the shower or pouring myself a drink after the long day I’d had, I continued to stand there and listen, my ears straining to hear the beautiful lyrics that resonated with my soul.
Just as always happened when she sang in front of everyone at the party, I was hard. I was hard anytime I heard her sing, both times I’d watched her sing at the opera. Something about her voice pulled at my desire. Now my dick didn’t think twice before expanding in my pants. All I needed was the melody of her voice, and I was ready to go.
Ready to fuck.
I tried to ignore the lovely music, but I couldn’t. I hummed to myself as the song instantly got stuck in my head. Images of her on the piano flooded my mind, her legs open as I thrust into her, our tangled bodies playing the keys with our passion.
I rejected her last night—but now I wanted her more than ever.
I left my bedroom and returned down the hallway, approaching the drawing room where the grand piano stood in the corner. I’d never played the instrument myself, nor did I have a particular love of music. It was simply an elegant piece to decorate this mansion.
I cracked the door and peered inside. Her chin was down and her eyes were focused on the keys, so absorbed in her music that she didn’t even notice me. Her lithe fingers moved across the keyboard, gently stroking the black keys then the white. She wasn’t reading music, playing something from memory.
I inched farther into the room, seeing the way a few strands had come loose from her bun. They hung in front of her face, the dark locks matching the color of the piano. She was in a halter top dress, deep blue and short. Her rounded shoulders looked elegant as she held herself with perfect poise. She was a musician practicing her craft, a professional that understood the notes and keys better than most people.
I grew more mesmerized by the second, entranced by her beautiful mouth and the breathtaking sounds she made. Now I was a dog just like the rest of the guys, trapped under her gorgeous spell.
I slowly approached the piano, the volume of the music growing louder. When my hand rested on the surface of the instrument, she finally realized she wasn’t alone.
Her slender fingers stopped playing the keys, the music coming to a halt and making the silence sound so ugly. With embarrassment in her eyes, she lifted her gaze and looked at me, as if she’d been discovered doing something wrong—not something magical. “Jesus…you scared me.”
I stood at the piano and watched her, seeing the beautiful glow in her eyes fade away as her concentration was broken.
She pulled her hands away from the keys and stood up.
“Keep playing.”
She held her stance as she stared at me, considering what I’d said. Then she lowered herself back down but didn’t return her hands to the keys. Arwen was never self-conscious about anything, even getting rejected by a man. But knowing I’d been watching her this entire time clearly unnerved her. It was the only time I’d ever seen her so unsure of herself. “I think I’m done anyway…”
I took a seat on the couch facing the piano, watching her and hoping she would change her mind.
The silence continued—because she was so damn stubborn.
“Did you write that song?”
She turned to me, slightly horrified I’d heard it. “Yeah…”
“It was beautiful.”
She looked down again, dismissing my comment.
“You know I don’t lie, Sheep. If I say something, I mean it.” I wouldn’t inflate her damaged ego with false praise. If she’d sucked, I would have stormed into the room and told her to quiet down. I wouldn’t be sitting there now, staring at her with new eyes, if I didn’t mean my words.
She lifted her gaze again.
“You write a lot of your own music?”
“All the time.”
“I never knew that.” I’d never asked her about her musical talents. I’d never really been interested in her, not the way most men were. To everyone else, she was beautiful, talented, and fascinating. I took her for granted. “Was that song about your father?”
Her eyes immediately filled with emotion, like I’d pressed an invisible button that made her lose her sanity. It was a touchy subject for her, losing the only man who ever loved her. “Yes…” She sniffed then looked at the piano again, like it was her safe place.
“I liked it.”
She stared at the keys for a long time before she stood up. She brushed her hands over her dress and smoothed it out before she stepped toward the couch. “I didn’t think you could hear me.”
“I like hearing you.” The second I heard the music, it washed my stress away. It made my muscles relax, made my body hum to life. It made me aroused, made me want to hear music from her lips while I was inside her.
She stopped and stared at me for a moment, like those words meant something to her. But she turned her head and stepped away, dismissing them altogether.
My hand grabbed her wrist, and I steadied her.
She still didn’t look at me.
I slowly tugged on her arm, pulling her in my direction so she would come into my lap. But I didn’t pull on her so hard that she didn’t have a choice. She could either move with my suggestion, or she could move away altogether and walk out.
She let me pull her. Closer and closer she came, her knees hitting mine once she was close to me.
My hands grabbed her hips, and I pulled her onto my lap, making her legs straddle my hips so she was directly on top of me. Her dress rose up her thighs, and I took it a step further and pulled it above her hips. Last night, my desire couldn’t outweigh my rage, but right now, I wanted this woman. The music had stopped, but I was still under her spell, still hypnotized by her voice.
I rested my neck against the back of the chair and looked up at her, my hands feeling her curves. I started at the bottom of her ass, touched the curve of her cheeks, then slid into the valley of her back. Farther up I went, taking the dress with me. I slowly pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the couch.
Her perfect and perky tits were right in my face, so round and firm with nipples made for sucking. They were pale but flushed with color as her heart brought blood to the surface of her skin. Little bumps erupted across the surface, showing her arousal as well as her discomfort.
I took a moment to look at her, to stare at this perfect woman on my lap. In just her panties, she was a wet dream. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever been with, possessing the kind of beauty that would make other girls spiteful. My hand reached up and yanked the tie from her hair, letting the strands fall across her shoulders. Still slightly curled from last night, they reached the bottom of her tits, the perfect length.
My hands cupped her ass, and I brought her close to my chest, making her face hover over mine. My big hands squeezed her beautiful globes, kneading them with my long fingers. I’d slept alone last night, and my dick was pissed. Now he was harder than he’d been the night before, horny and anxious.
Her hand slid into my hair, and she looked me in the eye as she held herself over me. Her lips descended slowly, her eyes watching my reaction as she combined our mouths together. The landing was perfect, making both of us breathe hard at the connection. My hands squeezed her ass again, and she pulled my hair until it tugged on my scalp.
Like every other time we’d kissed, it was so good. With the perfect ratio of lips to tongue, we were in sync anytime our bodies combined together. Sometimes women kissed too quickly and rushed to the passionate embraces when there hadn’t been time for it to build up. But Arwen knew exactly how to kiss a man, to make my lips yearn for hers.
My dick pressed against my zipper as it fought to get closer to her, slip inside her perfect slit. My body ached for hers. My fingers trembled at the prospect of feeling her.
I wanted to fuck my wife so
damn hard.
She pulled my shirt over my head then worked the top of my jeans to get them undone. Without taking her lips off mine, she tugged them off my hips and far enough down so my cock could come free. Her hands found him and gently stroked him, her thumb swiping across the lube that formed at the tip of my crown.
One of my hands slid into her hair, and I gripped her tit at the same time, my dick throbbing in her hands. Nothing would stop me from having this woman now. A meteorite could strike the earth, but it wouldn’t slow me down.
My hand reached into my front pocket, and I pulled out a condom. With a quick tear, I got it free and rolled it down to my base, securing it before I made the journey into her tight cunt. I grabbed her hip and pulled her down, forcing her to sink slowly until my enormous dick was inside her.
She moaned when she felt me, her eyes fading into pure lust. She wanted me with the same desire as last night, like she needed me to get the climax she craved. Her arms circled my neck, and she kissed me as she arched her back and moved up and down, slowly pushing her body down my length until her lips kissed my balls. Over and over, she repeated the same movements, pushing my length deep inside her and making her shiver.
Fuck, my wife was good in bed.
My hands returned to her luscious ass, and I guided her movements, my balls aching because I couldn’t wait to fill the tip of the condom. Before I even approached the finish line, I could feel the load deep in my shaft, feel the amount of arousal I was about to spill out.
Things got hot and heavy quickly. She breathed hard against my mouth as she worked her body to fuck me. She held on to the back of my neck and moaned loudly, grinding her clit against my body to give her that extra push she needed to turn into a writhing puddle of ecstasy.
I watched her face, seeing her in a whole new way. She was so beautiful when she was getting fucked, her cheeks red and her lips anxious. Sometimes she bit her bottom lip when my cock felt particularly good, when it was hitting the perfect spot to make her hips buck on their own. Her nails clawed at me, and sometimes a pained moan escaped her lips, like she couldn’t tolerate the pleasure. “Wolf…I’m gonna come so hard.” Her nails started to slice me as she lost her mind, as the pleasure exploded inside her and made her writhe.
My hands gripped her ass and guided her up and down, feeling the tightness surround my dick once her pussy clenched around me like an iron fist. I’d fucked this cunt enough times to understand its subtleties, the way it tightened before it released. I could feel her pleasure through our combined bodies, feel how good she felt.
Tears sprung to her eyes, and she moaned in my face, her nipples sharp like two knives. “Yes…yes.” Her voice trembled with her release, the moisture in her eyes welling up until two tears streaked down her cheeks.
Damn, she came hard.
Her hips stopped pounding into me as she slowed down, as the pleasure faded from her fingertips and toes. She caught her breath as she latched on to me, still enjoying the aftershocks of goodness in her veins.
The tears were so sexy to me that I came with a grunt, turned on by her emotional response to my dick. Every woman had a different reaction to a climax, but criers were rare. Arwen released tears like it was the biggest event of her life, the biggest climax she’d ever had. Seeing my wife in tears turned me on, made me release a load before I could control it.
She lowered her body until I was completely inside her, letting me come with my balls against her ass. “Give it to me…” Her palms rested against my chest as she looked me in the eye, watching me get off on her like it turned her on the way it turned me on.
I felt my dick shiver as I delivered my load, as I filled the tip of the condom to maximum capacity. My fingers dug into her ass as I finished, as my hips gave a final buck. The climax was enough to make all my muscles cramp with tightness. When I finished, I kept her on my lap, wanting to be inside her as my dick slowly softened.
I looked at her face, admiring the same arousal in her eyes that I knew was in mine. She was never more beautiful than when she’d been satisfied. A woman like that should be fulfilled every single day of her life. I’d always thought if I took a wife, I would always be the best sex she ever had.
And I had a feeling that was true with Arwen.
3
Arwen
Naked and wrapped in the sheets, I lay beside Maverick. My arm was draped over his waist, and my leg was tucked in between his. I wasn’t sure how we made it from the drawing room into his enormous bed. A faint memory of him carrying me across the hall came to mind, his powerful arms supporting my body as he placed me on the cloud of sheets.
My eyes opened, and his body came into view, just as tight in the morning as it was in the evening. His tanned skin had beautiful grooves of hard muscle, gorgeous cuts I liked to dip my fingers into. Sleep was still heavy in my gaze and I was too tired to move, so I lay there and stared at this beautiful man.
As I remembered last night, I could feel the memory of tears in my eyes. I remembered the way they had watered when he made me come, more than I ever had before. He was a much better lover than Henry had ever been, better than any man in my past. He was so confident in his gaze, sexy in his kiss, and dominant in his grasp. He touched me the way a man should touch a woman, full of spark.
I wanted to stay there forever.
Maverick was the foundation my life was built on. He was my closest friend, my protector, and my lover. All of those attributes combined together and solidified what he really was—my husband.
My husband.
It had a nice ring to it.
He gently reached for the phone on his nightstand and tried not to disturb me as he moved, thinking I was still asleep. He scrolled through the list of emails waiting for him, all of them pertaining to the business he ran right on his property. He skimmed over most of them, opening a couple but not composing a reply.
I wanted to stay still so I wouldn’t have to leave.
He grew impatient and started to move out of my embrace.
My fingers immediately tightened against his frame, keeping him in place because I didn’t want him to slip away just yet. He probably had to complete his workout before heading to the office, but I wasn’t ready to let him go.
He sat up and looked down at me, his sleepy gaze studying me beside him. His hair was a mess from the way I’d played with it all night long, and that only complimented his sexy look. His brown eyes looked into mine but he didn’t say a word, his chin becoming dark with the shadow of his beard.
My hand slid into his dark hair, and I pulled him close to me, getting that large body on top of mine. I pulled him gently, then tugged harder, urging him to smother me into the mattress with his size, suffocate me with his smell. “I want you…” With my lips pressed close to his, I whispered my desires, admitted my neediness. My best nights of sleep happened in this bed, with my wolf beside me. It was the safest place in the world, the one place where no one could ever touch me.
He moved between my legs as he held himself on top of me, his powerful arms flexing as he held up his frame packed with muscle. His thighs kept mine wide apart, and he brushed his lips over mine, teasing me.
My fingers fisted his hair, and I brought his lips to mine, kissing him just as passionately as I did last night. He’d found me in my most vulnerable state, my fingers striking the keys of the grand piano. I’d sung under my breath, whispered a tune from my weeping heart. My walls were down, and I was exposed for what I was—a heartbroken woman. He accepted me that way, admired me that way.
He kissed me so good, caressed my lips like I was the only woman he ever wanted to kiss. Heated breaths fell across my lips, and a sensual tongue entered my mouth. Everything he did was sexy, from the way he breathed to the way he touched me. When he was on top of me like this, it was the sexiest thing in the world, to be pinned down by this animal with nowhere to run.
Not that I wanted to go anywhere.
When my nails started to slice his back in l
onging, he pulled away and grabbed a condom from his drawer. With expertise, he ripped open the packet and secured it over his base, leaving a large tip because he expected to produce a big load. Then he slipped inside me, stretching me like he’d never taken me before. Slowly he sank, inch by inch, until his balls tapped against my ass.
How could I take another man to bed when Maverick was the best?
When every other man was a disappointment?
When no one could compare to this man?
I couldn’t focus on my lips on his because he felt so good between my legs. My mouth rested against his, and I breathed through the pleasure, feeling like a real woman when I was stretched like this. “Maverick…” I could feel the tears in my eyes already, feel the climax before it even arrived.
His eyes looked into mine, as if he was waiting for the tears to fall. “I love it when you cry, Sheep.”
I sat at the dinner table alone, hoping Maverick would join me. He’d been at the office all day, on the opposite side of his property inside the factory where he made Italy’s most exclusive cheese.
Abigail set the table—for one.
“Maverick won’t be joining me?” She seemed to be the only person who knew anything about his schedule.
“No. He’s working late.” She set the basket of bread in front of me, along with a new bottle of wine.
After the sex we’d had, it seemed like everything was fine. Our old relationship had returned, and our connection had stabilized. We weren’t enemies anymore. I didn’t want to sleep around with men who would only disappoint me, so that meant I wanted to be with Maverick more…but there were boundaries. We couldn’t be regular lovers, just casual sex. If it ever escalated into anything more, he would push me away instantly. “Have you seen Caspian?”
“Not since the day he and Maverick bloodied each other.” She poured the wine then left the bottle on the table.
“Where does Caspian live? Is he close by?”
She straightened then raised an eyebrow, confused by my question. “Why?”