by Harley Wylde
“Go put your things away, butterfly. I’ll get the other two boxes and we can check out the kitchen. I’ll need to clean out the fridge since I’ve been gone for a bit, tracking you down. We’ll need to make a list. I’m sure you aren’t up for a grocery run so I’ll get a Prospect to pick up everything.”
I opened and shut my mouth, blinking at him. “Are you telling me that you’re going to send someone to gather the items we want, or that you’re going to do a grocery pick-up like a soccer mom?”
He snorted. “I’m not completely uncivilized, butterfly. I’ll use the app on my phone to place my order and ask Matt to pick it up. He’s done it before.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of Slash. Badass biker. VP of the club. Sometimes tender lover. And he used an app to buy his groceries? He was a conundrum, but hopefully, I’d have the rest of my life to figure him out. Knowing we were married filled me with a warmth I’d never felt before. My crush had turned to full-blown love, and only he had the power to destroy me. He just didn’t know it.
I went around him and back into the bedroom, seeing my boxes on the floor by the bed. I opened the first one and started unpacking my clothes. It only took a moment to find the empty dresser drawers. My underthings and pajamas all fit into one drawer. It was a bit sad. At one point, I’d had a ton of clothes and shoes. Over the years I’d been gone, I’d lost them all. The things I had now were cheap and most had come from secondhand stores. Except the shoes. Or bras and panties. I refused to buy any of those items used. But even those came from the discount store.
Slash placed his hands on my hips, his chest against my back. “What happened to all your belongings, Shell? I know you had a crap ton when you left.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Most were stolen. My places were broken into a few times in the various towns I stopped in. Another time I forgot to lock my car, and someone took anything I had left of value. Oddly, they didn’t want the car itself. Or maybe they thought it was a higher risk of getting caught.”
“If you know your sizes, we can shop online later and have some stuff delivered to the compound. You need more clothes, and a sturdy pair of boots. Not that I want you on my bike all that often right now, with you being pregnant, but eventually you’ll ride with me more frequently.”
I turned to face him. “And how are you going to explain not wanting your new wife on your bike? They’ll know we weren’t together long enough for me to know I’m pregnant.”
He leaned down, his nose brushing mine. “Then I’ll have to tell them I’m doing my damnedest to knock you up and don’t want to take any chances.”
He kissed me again. Another soft, slow brush of his lips that left me tingling.
I reached for him, grabbing onto his cut and holding on. He groaned and I felt his fingers brush my belly as he unfastened my jeans. He tugged them down my thighs before yanking my panties down too. I managed to kick off my shoes and step out of my clothes before tugging my shirt over my head.
I heard the clink of his buckle as his lips ravaged mine. Soon, he gripped my hips and lifted me, pressing my back to the wall as my legs went around his waist. He thrust deep, filling me up and making me cry out in pleasure.
“Yes!” I held on tighter.
He growled and slammed into me again and again, like he’d been possessed. He took me hard, fast, and deep. I nearly saw stars when I came, the breath leaving my lungs. My nails bit into him. When he came, he roared out like some wild beast, his hips jerking as the hot splashes of his cum filled me.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I did it again. Lost complete fucking control.”
“I liked it,” I admitted. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”
I wiggled where he’d pinned me to the wall, my breath catching when I realized he was still hard. Like, really hard. I hadn’t known men his age could have such a quick rebound, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain. I squirmed again and he pulled me away from the wall, walking into the bedroom.
He slid free of my body and before I could say a word, he’d spun me around and bent me over the side of the bed. Slash fisted my hair, tipping my head so he could hold my gaze. I felt his cock press against me before he thrust forward.
“Give me your wrists,” he said.
His voice had gone dark and deep, with a rasp to it that drove me wild. My hands shook a little as I crossed my wrists behind my back.
It’s just Slash. Just Slash. He won’t hurt you. I repeated the words over and over as his hand closed around my wrists in a tight grip. He released my hair, putting his other hand at my hip. He had me pinned to the bed, holding me still, and panic welled inside me. I pushed it down, not wanting to freak out on him.
When he started fucking me, it was raw and savage. Gone was the gentle touch and soft words. Even in the bathroom, he hadn’t been like this. My heart raced and I watched him over my shoulder. My eyes slid shut as he hammered into me harder.
A sharp slap to my ass made me yelp and open my eyes again.
“Focus on me, Shell. Just you and me,” he said. His voice was more growl than anything else. I’d heard the old ladies laugh and say their men went all caveman on them, and I’d never understood. Until now.
He worked his hand between me and the bed and rubbed my clit. It didn’t take long before I was coming, screaming out his name. His hips slapped against my ass as he came, not slowing even after I felt the heat of his release.
Slash’s breathing was ragged. He leaned over me, pressing his lips to my shoulder blade, then biting down on my shoulder. I gave a little yelp and he licked the spot he’d bitten. Was he… marking me? Like some sort of animal?
I’d read enough werewolf romances the thought wasn’t exactly abhorrent. If anything, I tried to lift my ass and silently beg for more. His weight pressed me down onto the bed. He released my wrists but they remained pinned between us. When he started stroking in and out of me again, my body lit up. Whatever he was doing, it was more than working for me. He caged me between his forearms, his chest to my back.
“That’s it, pretty butterfly. Take it. Take everything I give you.”
“More,” I begged. “Please, Talon.”
My nipples were so hard they ached and my clit pulsed. I wanted his hands on me. His mouth. Anything. Everything.
He leaned down putting his lips by my ear. “You ever let someone fuck your ass?”
Heat zinged through me. “N-No. Almost. Once.”
“You’re about to.” I bit my lip as he pulled free of my body and lifted his weight off me. “Keep those wrists right there. Don’t you fucking move, butterfly.”
He shoved two fingers into my pussy, then spread my ass cheeks wide. Using his cum, he toyed with the forbidden spot I’d never let anyone play with much less fuck. Slash took his time, working one finger into my ass, then a second. I squirmed. It burned and felt strange, and yet, I wanted more.
His fingers eased from my body and he held me open. I felt the head of his cock as he pressed against me. The cry that fell from my lips couldn’t be held back as he pushed into me. I scrunched my eyes shut tight and fought to breathe through it.
“Hurts, Talon.” I whimpered. “Too much. I can’t…”
“Oh, you can and you will, butterfly. Just need you to want it as much as I do.”
He worked his hand past my hip and over the lips of my pussy. He toyed with my clit, rubbing and pinching until the pain began to ebb and all I felt was this insane need. As he stroked in and out of me, his fingers danced over my clit.
“Talon.”
“That’s it, butterfly. Let go.”
A keening sound filled the air and I realized it was from me. The most intense orgasm I’d ever had ripped through me, leaving me shaken. Slash growled and pinned me down. He rode me hard, taking what he wanted.
“Gonna fill this tight little ass up with my cum. You want it, don’t you?” he asked.
“Y-yes. Please!”
My nipples rubbed against the bedding with every strok
e of his cock and I came as I felt the heat of his release. When he was finished, he held still, his cock twitching inside me. I felt… I didn’t know what I felt. A million emotions and sensations overwhelmed me.
“My perfect little butterfly,” he murmured, kissing my neck and shoulder.
He withdrew from my body and helped me stand. His cum ran down my thighs and heat flared in his eyes as he watched. “Get dressed. Don’t even think of cleaning any of that off you.”
He reached out to tweak my nipple and my body responded instantly.
Then he winked, fastened his pants, and left the room. Either he didn’t care if he cleaned up, or he planned to take care of it downstairs. Being a man, he had the luxury of rinsing off in the sink. I heard his steps on the stairs and figured he was checking the kitchen like he’d said he would.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. I put my panties and jeans back on, leaving his cum on my body as he’d demanded. Then on shaky legs, I finished putting my things away. After I was done, I went downstairs to find him. I saw him toss a half-gallon of milk into the trash as well as what looked like rotten veggies.
He had a pad on the counter with a pen and I saw he’d been making a list of what he needed to replace. While he cleaned out the fridge, I worked on the cabinets, checking to see what he had in them. Things I knew I liked, I added to the list, like graham crackers and oatmeal cookies. Then we sat down and discussed meal options for the week and finished off the list together. After he ordered everything through the app on his phone, and paid, he messaged Matt with the pick-up time and order number.
“So, what now?” I asked.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer until we were hip to hip. It wasn’t fair. All he had to do was look at me and I wanted him. And when he touched me… It felt like I was going up in flames. It wasn’t fair for a man to be so damn sexy.
“Now, I’m going to cuddle with my wife on the couch and watch whatever movie she picks.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He’d fucked me like a demon had possessed him. Now he just wanted to watch TV? I still felt raw and like part of my soul had left my body. Not Slash. He was completely calm.
“What if I want to watch a chick flick?” I asked.
“Then that’s what we’ll watch.”
“Did someone sneak in and hit you over the head while I was still upstairs?” I asked. “Because you aren’t acting like you. The Slash I know isn’t this agreeable.”
“Maybe I’m luring you in, showing you my nice side, and when you least expect it, I’ll strike. Besides, if we don’t watch a movie in the living room, I’ll just toss you over my shoulder and carry you upstairs. I think we both know what will happen then.”
I licked my lips. “Maybe I’m okay with that.”
His eyes went dark and he growled before lifting me into his arms. He slung me over his shoulder, smacking my ass, then took the steps to the second floor. It looked like I was about to get my wish. I just wasn’t sure which Slash I’d end up with. The one who’d just blown my mind, or the sweeter version from my apartment?
Chapter Six
Slash
I shouldn’t be doing this. Regardless of what she thought, Shella was fragile. I needed to handle her with care, show her not all men were assholes. Truth of the matter was that I was an asshole. Just not with her. Or at least, I didn’t want to be an asshole when it came to her. My beautiful butterfly was special. For one, I’d never once been tempted to keep a woman. I may have told her I was doing it for her benefit, to keep her safe, give her and her baby a home. Deep down, I knew I was full of shit. She’d fascinated me. I’d wanted her, so I’d made her mine.
Before I’d gone downstairs, I’d completely lost control. I’d taken her rough, demanded things I shouldn’t have. I’d seen the moment she almost came unraveled, when I’d gripped her wrists and held her down. I’d been a total dick and made her push through it. Then I’d fucked her ass and treated her like the whore I kept saying she wasn’t. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I kicked the bedroom door shut and eased her down until her feet touched the floor. I made quick work of stripping both of us, then yanked the covers to the foot of the bed. She’d said she couldn’t handle being held down, but my body had pinned her to the mattress, and I’d held her wrists without too much of a fuss. I wondered if she’d do okay being tied to the bed. Or handcuffed. As much as I didn’t want to push her too far, I didn’t like the idea of her past haunting her forever. I remembered Dingo once saying something about Meiling needing him to push her, make her realize what happened to her couldn’t hurt her anymore. Did I need to do that with Shella?
“You’re thinking too hard,” she said.
“I want to tie you to the bed, but I’m worried you’ll freak out. I know it was touch and go when I grabbed your wrists earlier.”
She pushed her hair back and I noticed her hand shook. Yeah, probably didn’t need to tie her up right now. Too much too soon. I decided to forgo the rope for now, or any other restraints. We hadn’t been together long, so there was plenty of time for us to explore one another and push her boundaries.
“Too soon,” I said. “Don’t ever feel like you have to give in to me, Shell. Not in the bedroom. Outside this house, or in company, is another matter. But when it’s just us and sex is involved, you can set the pace.”
She came closer, pressing a kiss to the center of my chest. “I’m sorry I’m so screwed up. I’ve had sex with plenty of guys since it happened. I just never let them pin me down, or tie me up. You already managed to get more out of me than anyone else ever has, and it’s because I trust you. If you want to tie me up, I’ll let you.”
“Then let’s see what you can handle, with or without being tied down.” I lifted her and tossed her onto the bed, making her giggle. Her breasts bounced and fuck if I didn’t get even harder. Her eyes were bright, and a sweet smile curved her lips. “My beautiful butterfly. Not sure I deserve you, but I’ll never let you go.”
I felt like a Goddamn teenager. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been able to go again so quick. I’d already taken her three times, and now, not even an hour later, I was ready for more. No one had made me feel like this. Ever. Only my sweet butterfly. Fuck, but I wanted her more than air.
I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her. Bracing my arms on either side of her, I leaned down and rubbed my whiskers against her neck and collarbone, making her squeal. I hadn’t had a full beard in a while, although, if she wanted me to grow it back, I gladly would. Shaving wasn’t my favorite thing, so I only did it every three days.
“Gonna mark you as mine.”
I nipped the side of her neck, then sucked at the skin along her shoulder, leaving little love bites. Her nipples were so fucking hard I couldn’t resist them. I licked and gently bit them, making her writhe and moan under me. I slipped a hand between our bodies and stroked her pussy, loving that she was already soaked. Even though I wondered if at least some of it wasn’t the cum I’d told her not to wash away. I felt where it had hardened on her thighs. It seemed my wife was not only sexy, but wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I trailed kisses down her stomach and left little bites along her hips before settling between her splayed thighs. I pushed them wider apart. So pretty and pink. Parting the lips of her pussy, I flicked her clit with my tongue. Her legs tightened against me, squeezing me, as I sucked the hard bud into my mouth. Shella cried out, arching her back. I slid my hand under her ass, holding her still as I ravaged her slick folds with my lips and tongue.
Slicking my finger in her wet pussy, I used it as lube and worked my finger into her ass. I grinned, feeling my cum still inside her as I stroked my finger in and out of her tight little ass while I sucked on her clit. I bit the hard bud, then licked away the sting.
I made her come twice before I settled over her and sank into her tight pussy. She gripped my cock like she was made for me.
“So Goddamn perfect, butterfly. And all mine.” Her eyes went wide, and I hesitated only a second. “Cleaned up downstairs, baby. I promise. Not taking chances with you getting an infection or something.”
I may have always used condoms, but I knew better than to fuck her ass, then stick my dick in her pussy without washing up first. And yeah, I’d fucked more than one club whore in the ass over the years. Far safer than risking getting one pregnant. But with Shella, it was totally different. She was mine, and only mine. Even if she hadn’t been a virgin when I’d claimed her, I’d still been the first to fuck her ass.
Bracing my weight with one hand, I gripped her hip tight with the other and drove into her. Each stroke harder and deeper than the last. Her nails bit into me as I fucked her. The way she looked at me, the flush riding her cheeks, unleashed my primitive side. I pounded into her, taking what I wanted, what I needed. When she screamed out my name, her pussy tightening, I knew I couldn’t hold back. I groaned as I filled her with my cum, not stopping until the last drop had been wrung from my balls.
“Fuck!” My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. And the stunning woman under me gave me the sweetest smile. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Perfect.”
I kissed her, my cock still hard and twitching. At forty-five, it had been a while since I’d been able to go again so soon. Only Shella seemed to bring out this side of me. Any other woman, I’d have come and been done for the rest of the night. With her, I couldn’t seem to get enough.
“What the fuck is going on?” someone roared from the bedroom doorway.
I jolted, yanking the covers over Shella before facing an enraged Grizzly. His face had started to turn purple, and he’d fisted his hands at his side.
“Griz. You don’t knock anymore?” I asked, standing and reaching for my underwear. I pulled them on before facing him. No fucking way I’d give him a clear shot at removing my dick since he’d just found me balls-deep in his daughter. Probably a good thing I hadn’t pulled out any toys, like the nipple clamps I couldn’t wait to use on her.