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“Fuck, Wildling,” he gritted. “You’re so tight.”
Tension radiated through him while hot lava burned through me. Both of us watched our joined bodies, our desire pulled taut. My body trembled at feeling him inside me, and I leaned forward, pressing my face into his neck.
He gripped my hips, rocking me against him. Slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster. My clit ground against him, sending shudders through me.
His hands moved over my back, down my chest, around my neck, only to end back on my thighs. And all the while, I ground on him.
“You feel so good.” His words pressed against my ear, heavy with need and awe. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this.”
Dante was shaking, his control hanging by a thread. He kissed my throat, nipped my bottom lip. I felt him everywhere.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped, nipping at my earlobe. He gripped my hips, both of us chest to chest, and bounced me up and down on his erection. Hard. Rough. So fucking right. The fire inside me built and built.
My moans and whimpers echoed in the small space. My fingers clung to him like he was my life raft.
“Oh… Oh, God. Oh my God.”
I could feel him deep inside me, hitting my G-spot. With each thrust up, his pelvis ground against my clit, and another moan filled the space. He swallowed the noise in his mouth as my climax shot through me. Bright spots swam behind my eyes. The fire inside me burst, spreading through my body down to my toes.
With a last thrust, he followed me, chasing his own orgasm. He shuddered and finished inside me, his hands gripping me tightly.
His mouth softly skimmed over my neck, and I relished in the sensations that I had been denying myself for so long. Our heavy breaths filled the silence.
Content. Heavy. Full of bliss.
I should have known it wouldn’t last. Nothing in life ever did.
CHAPTER44
Dante
Another week had gone by.
Juliette and I fell into a routine. We’d have breakfast together, then I’d go to work. Sometimes she’d meet me for lunch in the city. Other days, she’d work on her St. Jean d’Arc School building project—a facility to provide education for future heathens of mayhem—in collaboration with the girls. And then we’d end the day by having dinner together. Sometimes we’d eat out, other days in.
Priest joined us today for dinner at our place.
After dinner, we made our way into the pool room and I watched Juliette attempt to play against my brother. I offered to help Juliette, but she refused it. It was her against Christian.
“Christian, just remember—” Juliette loved to taunt. “You lose and we’ll put some Irish gangster portraits around your house.” My brother gave her a dry look and she smiled sweetly. “It’s the first and last time I'm calling you by your first name. I just wanted to see how it sounded.”
“Actually, with Wynter around, I hear that name more than I have in all my life.” It was true. We’d called him Priest for so long, we rarely ever used his given name. But now, it has circulated more and more. “It doesn’t bother me.”
My wife wedged her tongue between her teeth as she positioned herself. She was fucking adorable.
“It’s a nice name.” We both glanced her way, trying to determine whether she was joking or not. She must have felt our eyes on her because she turned her head and smiled softly. “Seriously, it’s a nice name. Priest is kind of scary. But Christian… well, it’s perfect.”
“Woman, you’re married to me,” I reminded her in a growl.
Juliette grinned. “Your name is perfect too, hubs.” Hubs? It was the first time she’d call me that, and fuck, I loved it. She returned her attention to the pool table. “But your brother has to tell me what’s bothering him if not me calling him by his name.” It didn’t surprise me she picked up on it. “I… Well, I don’t want to repeat it. We’re family now and I only agitate family a certain way.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Just ask my brother.”
I didn’t think my brother would answer her. I certainly wouldn’t divulge his aversion to the Irish. It was his story to tell, not mine.
“Come on, Wildling.” I put my hands over hers, my chest to her back. It had my groin brushing against her backside and I had to stifle a groan. Way to get hard while we had company. “Let me help you get this game finished. Or my brother will be here all night.”
And while I loved my brother, I’d rather be alone with my wife. “Hubs, your brother is always welcome. Of course he can stay all night.”
I scoffed. There was nothing on this earth that would make my brother stay tonight.
