Page 36 of Battling Aries

When he finishes his day, I want it to be me who he comes to.

The thought of the possibility that, even now, I could be pregnant scares me. So many thoughts filter through my mind. All of them are of different varieties. Fear. Anguish for the child I lost already. Afraid that if I were to carry another, it too will be lost to me. Joy at the possibility of having what I thought I’d never have again. Even a small thrill of excitement. But still, could I truly do this?

A loud commotion from the other side of the door jolts me out of my thoughts, and I shut the shower off. I hadn’t been in long enough to shampoo or condition my hair. I’d guess I’d been lost just enjoying the spray of the shower on my sore muscles. I climb out and barely get the towel around me when the door is thrown open.

I nearly jump out of my skin until I realize it’s Aries.

“What in the world are you doing?” I demand, tightening the towel around me. I stare up at him, seeing the wild expression on his face. It’s a look I don’t think I’ve ever seen him have. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Aries doesn’t answer me. Instead, he steps deeper into my space and yanks me flush against him. The towel comes undoneas he does this, and my nipples bead, pressing into his chest as he tightens his arms around my waist.

“Aries.”

Still, he doesn’t say a word. But he does move. Aries shifts, twists us, steps to the counter, and lifts me until my bottom is on the edge.

“Aries,” I breathe, clutching at him with my good arm, looking up at him as he reaches between us and releases himself.

“You’re mine, Rory, fuckin’ mine,” he snarls, lines himself up, and drives inside me. “This pussy is mine. Your body is mine. All of you is fuckin’ mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp, holding on to him. I don’t know what got into him. All I can do is hold on for the ride and take the fucking Aries is giving me. It’s wild. Hot and wild. There’s no other explanation for it.

“You’re never gonna be taken from me again.” Aries powers into me, his cock twitching, his hands tight at my waist, nearly bruising. “Tell me, Rory, tell me who the fuck you belong to.”

“You.” I’ve always belonged to him, and there’s no denying the truth of that.

“Damn right.” He snarls and shoves his face in the crook of my neck, teeth biting me.

I scream as the pleasure mixes with pain in such a beautiful way that I love every bit of it. My orgasm is proof of just how much I love it. Aries groans and stills his thrusts, and I can literally feel the spurts of his release filling me.

“If I didn’t knock you up last night, there’s no way I didn’t this time, Scamp,” he rasps and licks the slide of my neck. His tongue flicks over the shell of my ear.

“Aries,” I breathe, unsure if I can handle thinking about him getting me pregnant.

Aries pulls back, his cock sliding out with a pop. I immediately feel the loss of him and wish he were still inside me.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you back in the shower and cleaned up,” he states, scooping me up off the counter and crossing the bathroom.

Aries sets me down, starts the shower, and strips out of his clothes, laying his cut on one of the towel hooks. Checking the temperature of the water, he motions for me to step in ahead of him.

In the shower, Aries grabs a loofah and soap.

“You going to tell me what that was all about?” I finally ask as he starts washing the both of us.

“Nothing to worry about now.” He tries to shrug it all off.

“Considering the way you barged in here, I think I do have something to worry about.”

It freaked me out him storming in here, filled with rage like he was ready to murder someone.

“What’s going on?”

Aries makes this aggravated sighing sound I remember far too well, and lifts his gaze to mine.

“Don’t give me that look, Aries, it’s not going to work with me,” I tell him, doing my best to ignore the hardening look in his eyes. It’s bad enough with his hands touching me, washing over my breasts and down between my thighs. I don’t need to think of how the hardened look he gets makes my stomach quiver and between my legs throb.“Just tell me what’s going on?”

“Rory,” he mutters and shakes his head.

“If you tell me it’s not anything of my concern, I’ll kick you.”

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