Page 115 of Wilds of Wonder
“Say my name again, Mrs. Von Lucas.”
I came apart completely, yelling out his name while reveling in hearing mine. He cradled me as I cried out, my release exploding, shattering, breaking me until I was nothing but a limp trembling puddle.
We finally melted into each other, laying there, bodies sticky with sweat and so completely satiated.
After a moment, Maverick slipped out of me and rolled off my body, and I wriggled my back against his chest. One of his arms lay underneath me, the other draped over my bare waist. My heart still hammered, pulse pounding, body buzzing. He nuzzled my neck, and I cuddled deeper into him.
“I don’t think I was ready to be apart from you,” I said with a smile.
“We’re not apart,” he said back, laughter in his voice.
“I mean I wasn’t ready to not have your cock inside of me.”
He choked out a laugh. “Don’t worry, little rabbit. We’ll fix that soon enough.”
And we did. Many, many times over.
Chapter Fifty-Four
MAVERICK
Emory’s mouth around my cock might have been my new favorite thing in this world. Besides my cock inside of her. Besides my mouth between her legs. Besides me behind her. Or the sound of her coming. Or the way she said my name when she was at the peak of her release. So maybe I had a lot of favorite things when it came to Emory Von Lucas.
I threw my head back into the pillow as I came with her succulent lips wrapped around my hard length, moaning as she took me, swallowed my release. Fuck, this felt so good. Even better because now she was my wife.
She crawled up my body with a smile on her face. “You ready for another adventure?” She folded her hands on my chest, then propped her chin on them.
“I’ve come inside of you six different ways. I think that’s been adventure enough. Unless you’re telling me you have a seventh way? Because I am up for that.” I cocked an eyebrow, and she swatted me.
“No, it’s something else. Our honeymoon.”
I laughed at her teasing, then the laughter died down as she stared atme, dead serious. “You’re not joking? How are we going to take a honeymoon? We have to leave the castle in a few hours.”
“Our honeymoon was never going to be traditional.” She waved her hand. “It’s going to be a honeymoon that fits us. We’re going to get that bolt.”
“And why are we doing that?” I stretched my hands to rest under my head. “El said she’d give it to us before we left.”
Emory sat up, bringing the white sheet with her, hard nipples pebbling through the thin fabric. “First of all, I don’t trust El, not when it comes to that bolt. Second of all, is that really our style? Being handed something? We don’t get anything easily. We fight for it. We risk our lives. That’s the fun of it.”
She had a point.
I leaned forward and kissed her, then tucked a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind her ear. “So what’s your plan, then? That bolt is locked in an iron cage that deflects our magic.”
She smiled, then slipped from the bed giving me a view of her smooth, pale skin, lit by the twilight sky. I sat up, admiring my wife, still in disbelief that she was all mine.
She opened the wardrobe and pulled out a hammer and a rope. “I did a little exploring while Annalee was trying to find me a wedding dress. Found this in a closet.”
I snorted. My wife was nothing if not resourceful. She set the tools down.
“We’re going to use a rope to pull the cage to us, then we’ll use this hammer to break it open.” She tugged on her trousers, now washed and cleaned by Aron, then grabbed her tunic from where it lay on the floor and pulled it over her head.
“Well?” She grabbed the pocket watch and slipped it over her neck, then tapped it. “What are you waiting for? We’re late.” She winked. “For a very importantdate.”
We arrived at the dungeon a little while later, and I held a ball of fire in my hand to illuminate our path through the dusty stone prison while the rope was slung over my shoulder and Emory carried the hammer. We passed the pile of skeletons, her hand clasped with mine.
Instead of competing, we were in this together, and it was a new kind of thrill. One I wanted to experience every day for the rest of my life.
“So you think this will actually work?” I asked as we entered the tunnel.
