She rides me harder. Hips slamming. Her tits bouncing beneath that barely-there fabric until I yank it down and takeone into my mouth, teeth grazing her peak. She cries out. Good. Louder. Let them all hear what belongs to me.
“Wyck, please.”
“I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you from me,” I hiss, my thrusts unrelenting. “Don’t test me. I’ll put bullets through bloodlines.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” she pants. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Then come. Right here, right now. Make a mess on your Devil’s cock.”
She shatters, screaming my name loud enough to rattle bones. I follow, exploding inside her with a curse and a groan that sounds more like a prayer.
When the storm settles, I’m still inside her, arms tight around her waist, breath ragged.
“I love you, Athens,” I rasp, voice raw. “I always have.”
She looks down at me, pupils blown, lips trembling. “I love you too. Forever and always.”
She slides off me with a soft whimper, legs barely holding her up. Her body’s marked. Claimed. Just the way I like it.
“That was... incredible,” she breathes. “I didn’t know chair sex was my new religion.”
I tuck myself back into my slacks, voice still gravel. “You’ve got work to do. We both do.”
“I know, I know.” She sighs. “But can I at least call Fred and Ryan for a girls’ night while I read those stupid journals?”
“It’s hot when you obey,” I smirk. “Obey again tonight and I’ll bend you over every chair in this fucking mansion.”
She giggles and pulls out her phone, FaceTiming the girls. I half-listen while adjusting my cuffs and watching every twitch of her post-orgasm glow.
“Y’all wanna hang out while I drown in these journals?” she asks. “Wyck’s orders.”
“Say less,” Ryan grins before hanging up. Fred just shrugs. “Be there soon.”
“You done stalling?” I ask when she puts her phone away.
“Yes, My Devil.” She mocks.
I grab her chin and force her to meet my eyes. “Careful, Little Fox. I might just make you earn that title.”
Her breath catches. She loves this game, loves the edge she dances on.
“Go on. Maeve’s waiting in the main house.”
“What about Tiger?”
“He’ll be there. Maybe even his mate and cubs.”
Her jaw drops. “He has a family?”
“We each raised one of his offspring. Safer that way. No breeders getting greedy.”
“I’m an aunt?” she gasps.
“You’re whatever the fuck I tell you to be.”
She beams like I just told her she’s queen of the underworld.
“I want to meet them all.”
