Wicked Wolff
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“Looking like what?”
Sitting up on my haunches, I gaze up at him. The position I’m in has his cock on level with my mouth. I’m tempted to forget about the Asylum, stay in all night and keep my husband all to myself.
“You’re beautiful,” I say. “And you look so delicious.”
Lowing his face to mine, his chocolatey hair falls forward. Dorian’s lips hover over mine, waiting. I take what he offers, kissing him wantonly. My moans of pleasure get swallowed up by Dorian. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugs gently, separating my mouth from his.
“Don’t’ be late,” he says, winking mischievously as he leaves our bedroom.
I’ll be no more than an hour behind him, just long enough to give me time to add the finishing touches to his surprise. I have thought long and hard to come up with the perfect gift to give a man who has everything. I had to enlist Colin’s help with some of the details, and luckily, he was available to assist me. But even Colin doesn’t know the extent of my gift for Dorian.
I arrive at the Asylum on schedule. Colin spots me and distracts Dorian until I’m ready to make my entrance. A nervous rush of adrenaline races through my veins, speeding my heart. What if Dorian thinks I’m trying to top? What if he never wants me at the Asylum again? The questions race around in my head, causing me to feel dizzy. And I try to remember the last time I ate. The music changes refocusing my attention and that’s my cue. Elle Goulding’s Love Me Like You Do, begins, setting the stage for my husband’s surprise.
All eyes are on me as I stride as gracefully as possible down the makeshift aisle toward Dorian who hasn’t yet noticed me. Colin gives him a nudge, urging him to look my way. When my husband turns to see me wearing a BDSM inspired wedding dress, I see the shock in his eyes. He extends his hand to me when I reach him.
“Sunshine,” he whispers.
“Our first wedding was for me. It was my dream wedding.”
“It was my wedding too,” he asserts.
“I know, but a part of you has been missing since I got shot. I want to marry my dominant. Will you marry me, Sir?”
Dorian is quiet for what feels like hours, and everyone around us is as well, waiting for his answer. Bowing my head, I wait with them.
Strong masculine fingers lift my chin. Intense stormy gray eyes hold my gaze, and the heat between us rise to a palpable ache.
“I will marry you every day if it will make you happy.”
Before Dorian’s lips touch mine, Colin interrupts the moment.
The second time around, I’m marrying, Sir, my dominant, my wicked wolf. So, our vows are less traditional, more unorthodox. However, like the first ceremony Colin plays and important part.
“Save it for later,” he says.
Dorian eyes him questionably, and I provide the answer.
“He’s going to officiate the ceremony.”
“Ready?” Colin asks.
“Yes.” Dorian and I say in unison.
Colin performs the ceremony flawlessly, closing with a quote from Chinese Philosopher and Poet, Lao Tzu.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
“Now you may kiss your bride,” Colin adds.
Dorian claims the kiss he wanted to take minutes ago, leaving me breathless and needy. Everyone in the Asylum applauds, and my inner exhibitionist comes to life. Holding me to his chest, Dorian begins to sway with me as the music pounds in my ears. My hips move with his, finding the rhythm. Couples join us on the dance floor, no longer looking to us for entertainment. The song ends and Dorian leads me off the dance floor to a red velvet love seat in a secluded corner.
“Did I really surprise you, Sir?”
“Yes, you did, Sunshine.”
“I have another surprise for you,” I announce, placing my hands over my stomach.
“Are you pregnant, my sunshine?”
Dorian doesn’t wait for my response. He lifts me onto his lap. There's gentleness in his touch when his right-hand caresses my belly protectively.
“Mine,” he groans before his mouth descends, kissing me tenderly. I nip at his bottom lip, attempting to punish him for holding back. He pulls away, glares at me silently, reminding me he’s my dominant.
‘’I found out yesterday,” I whisper.
“Are you not pleased with the news?” Dorian questions.
“I’m ecstatic, Sir.” Although I’m sure he can’t tell by my actions.
“Then why...?”
Forgetting where we are, I cut him off. “I’m not fragile. I can take whatever you give me,” I blurt out.
“Stand up. Now.” Dorian commands.
I stand and Dorian walks away. He’s my dominant; he intends for me to follow him. This is his way of punishing me, forcing me to walk behind him instead of beside him. I follow him to the bar, taking the seat next to him. He orders a drink, scotch, sipping it leisurely. I know I shouldn’t interrupt him, but I can’t hold my tongue any longer.
“You’ve been treating me like a china doll since the shooting. I’m okay. Sure, I was freaked out for a while and I was afraid to be bound or blindfolded. But I’ve worked through all that. We’ve talked about it and I thought we were on the same page. I need all of you Dorian; my husband and my dominant.”
“Your husband and your dominant are one in the same. You will never have one without the other.”
“Then why...?”
I repeat Dorian’s words, and he obliges me by doing the same as I did, he cuts me off.
“Choose a safe word, Olivia.”
My heart skips a beat when my inner freak flag begins to fly high. We haven’t needed a safe word before. There are so many things we have yet to try. My body comes to life imagining the possibilities. Dorian once said to me, ‘this is who I am’ and I accept all of him. Now it’s his turn to accept all of me. I bite my lower lip and my husband notices, but my dominant reacts.
“Now?” Sir growls.
Bowing my head submissively, I whisper.
“Snowflake.”
Epilogue
Dorian
NO ONE IS EVER PREPARED for life altering events. Not the death of a parent, not a traumatic childhood experience, meeting your soul mate or the birth of a child. Olivia and I planned for months for the birth of our child and the loss of her father. However, when the unexpected occurs, no amount of planning truly prepares you for it.
Our son, Oliver Theodore Wolff, was born the very same day my father-in-law Jeremy Frost passed away from heart failure. Olivia’s father was able to meet his only grandchild, via a video call. Theo’s angelic face was the last thing he saw before taking his final breath.
Jeremy’s parting words to his family was simple. ‘Celebrate my life, not my death. Celebrate my legacy, my children and my grandson.’ That was one year ago, today we honor Jeremy Frost, by celebrating Theo’s birthday.
Sparing no expense for our son’s first birthday, Olivia and I have invited my family to take part in the celebration. It’s only fitting that we return to Frost Haven to honor Jeremy as well.
Making my way to the clubhouse, I find my wife and son in the pool. Olivia taught Theo to swim before he could walk. I observe them laughing and playing. Theo’s giggles are infectious, and I can’t stop myself from laughing with them. Olivia scoops our son up into her arms, and Theo holds on tight to his mother. Squatting in the pool, Olivia dips her head under the water, taking Theo with her. They pop up instantly, Olivia’s wet hair partially covers her face. But her smile is unmistakable. Theo claps his hands, ready to go again. I dive into the pool to join the fun.
“Should we dunk daddy?” Olivia says to our son.
Bright expressive eyes look up at me, radiating with joy. Theo inherited my gray eyes along with his mother’s blond hair, although his hair is more golden blond. Also like his mom, he has me completely under his spell. Theo reaches for me and I take him into one arm and Olivia in the other. Holding them protectively, I kn
ow there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep them safe.
“Dunk dadda.” Theo wraps his cuddly little arms around my neck and repeats, “dunk dadda.’
I hold them tight, plunging the three of us under the water together. Two more dunks and we climb out of the pool.
Lying on an oversized chaise lounge, Theo naps in Olivia’s arms, while she rests in mine. It still amazes me how fucking lucky I am. She has moved the earth and reshaped my world. And it’s the best thing to ever happen to me.
“I want another one,” I whisper in my wife’s ear.
She shifts slightly, turning her head to see my face. Even without makeup, my sunshine is as refreshing as a summer breeze, like a gentle wind she blows me away with her smile. My hand covers her stomach and I imagine her belly swelling, carrying our daughter. A little girl with her mother’s smile.
“I was thinking, we should have at least two more.”
Her lips brush mine and I don’t resist the urge to kiss her. The kiss is tame, but it’s enough to hold me until I have her all to myself.
“I do have one request. If we have a girl, can we name her Isabella, after my mom?”
“Isabella Wolff,” Olivia whispers, when Theo stirs in her arms.
“Bella.” I add, giving our daughter her nickname already.
“I like it,” Olivia agrees.
Snuggling against me, Olivia rests her head on my left forearm. Wrapping my right arm around my wife and son, I close my eyes. I don’t know how long we’ve been napping when I hear a distinctly male voice, speaking to my son. Opening my eyes, I see Julian kneeling by the lounge chair, making faces at Theo. He smirks when he notices me staring. Theo reaches for his uncle, and Julian grabs him up. Since Theo’s birth Julian has become more friendly toward me; not quite brotherly. However, he loves my wife and son and they love him. And that’s enough for me.
“Taking him inside for some lunch?’’ Julian announces, kissing Theo’s cherub cheeks.
“See you inside,” I say as he carries my son away.
“No rush. Uncle Julian has everything under control.” He coos to Theo.
“My brother has baby fever,” Olivia says. “I think he’s ready for a family of his own.”
“Is he seeing anyone?” I query.
“It’s complicated.”
“Because he’s in love with his father’s widow.”
Olivia sits up, staring at me as if I’ve uncovered her family’s dirty secret.
“How did you...”
“I know what a man looks like when he’s in love. I’ve known since our engagement.”
“Mila was Julian’s first love and when he went away to college, she married our father. It nearly destroyed him.”
“But he still loves her.”
“I don’t think he’s ever loved anyone else. After Mila broke his heart, it was like he shut that part of himself down.”
“Love has a way of working out,” I assure Olivia. “If they’re meant to be, I’m sure they’ll work it out”
“Like we did,” Olivia says optimistically.
“We have three hours until Theo’s party and he’s off with his uncle,” I remind my wife.
“What do you suggest we do with this unexpected gift of time?”
“Shall we play a game, Sunshine?”
My beautifully submissive wife, smiles and bows her head.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Goldilocks and her Wicked Wolff,” I tell her.
My sunshine rises, gracefully and I watch her leave the clubhouse. I wait, allowing her time to reach our bedroom. Since our wedding night at the Asylum, Olivia and I have become more in tune with each other’s needs. Her submission is a gift I will always treasure. I crave it as much as she craves my dominance. And even if I couldn’t have it, she will always be everything I’ll ever want. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good to have it all.
Thank You
I WANT TO THANK YOU for reading Wicked Wolff. I hope you enjoy getting to know Dorian and Olivia as much as I did. The Wicked Ones series continues with Wicked Pryce, Marcus Pryce and Katelyn Thorne’s story. Please take the time to review this book, it’s the best way to thank an author.
About the Author
Reese Spenser preferred the fantasy of classic movies and the happily ever after of romance novels as a preteen.
This fueled my imagination, and at the age fourteen she began journaling, collecting stories she would one day share.
The release of my debut series,the Bonded Series, was a dream come true and proof that she can write her own happy endings.
When she's not busy writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends and spoiling my grandchildren.
Read more at Reese Spenser’s site.