“With what?” he asks. I take his wrist and flip it over to show his tattoo.
“This,” I say. I trace the lines with my fingertips, feeling the power thrumming beneath his skin when his muscles flex under my touch. The dark, interwoven vines spiral up from his wrist, twisting like a double helix, reminding me of the genetic mutations that set us apart and make us resistant to Ossara’s control. At the center of the design is an almost glowing pink orb that emanates the same energy that runs through both of us. Surrounding the orb are two crescent moons. There are angular patterns weaving around the edges. Together, these shapes form something that feels ancient and new all at once, serving as a permanent reminder of who he is... Who we are… Who we are meant to be. It’s stunning, and soon, it will be mine too.
“I have just the person who can remove the brand and replace it. Are you sure you want this?” he asks.
“Yes. It reminds me of us,” I say, my fingers still gently moving across his skin.
“It’s from a dream I had as a child,” he says. “When I gained my abilities, I had a dream for days on end of this design.”
“It’s gorgeous,” I say. When I meet his eyes, I see a look of admiration and primal instinct staring back at me. Zev gently cups my cheek, and I sigh as I lean into his touch.
“Want me to let Juni know?” Ren asks.
“Please,” Zev says, pulling himself back slightly from his thoughts.
“Okay. Help her shower and get ready. Everyone wants to meet her,” Ren says. “I don’t mean to be a cockblock, but try not to rail her in the shower. Everyone is waiting.”
“I understand,” Zev says, still looking at me. Ren sighs heavily, and Zev smirks.
“Christ. How long does this shit last where you are hyper-focused on getting your dick wet?” Ren asks.
“Until the connection is complete,” Zev says. “As soon as she gets her abilities, it should let up.”
“Do you know that for sure?” he asks.
“No, but I’d like for you to go away anyway,” Zev says. I am completely lost in his touch, unable to speak or move.
“Yeah. Yeah. Hurry up,” Ren chuckles.
When he leaves, Zev scoops me up and carries me through the house to the bathroom. He sets me down on my feet. I immediately start taking my clothes off. I feel as though I am not in control of my body.
“Are you…”
“No,” he chuckles. “That’s hormones, love.”
“Oh,” I say, pulling at his clothes until he is naked as well. The steam from the shower has filled the room, but I am captivated by the sight of his cock. I want something, but I don’t know how to vocalize it. I do the only thing I am confident in doing and sink to my knees.
“Astra, I am your equal. You do not have to kneel for me,” he says, lifting my chin.
“I want to kneel for you, Zev. I want to give you the entirety of my mind, body, and soul. I wanted freedom, but I am giving you control. I need a sense of guidance and safety that I know you can provide. I know that you will guide me through this journey and help me emerge on the other side a strong version of myself,” I nearly beg. “Fuck me like you own me, Zev, becauseyou do. You own me because I am giving myself to you. This is the only way I know how to commit. I swear to you, I want this. I want you. I want us.”
“You are never to call me ‘sir’ or ‘master’. If this is what you want, I am your husband. That’s it. Understand?”
“Yes, si… Yes, Zev,” I say with a smile.
He grunts his approval and fists his cock before grabbing a fistful of my hair. His sudden wave of dominance is sending shockwaves to my pussy, and I ache to experience the mind-blowing orgasms that he provides me.
“Open up, Little Flower,” he commands. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
I eagerly open my mouth, but instead of waiting for him to take my mouth, I bring him to the back of my throat and suck hard. He groans deeply and pushes deeper. Not satisfied with the depth, he pulls away and moves me to lie on the shower bench with my head dangling off.
When he pushes down my throat, I am able to take all of him. It’s like my body was made to adapt to his. He allows me plenty of space to breathe through my nose, so I handle the depth well. I suck hard as he starts to move. Soon, his thrusts are near violent, and I am moaning around his cock. I have my hands on the backs of his thighs to drop onto him as he fucks my throat. His moans are simply delicious. He has his hands on my breasts, roughly kneading them as he moves his hips.
He takes one hand off my breast, and the spray of the shower moves. He pulls my legs apart with his other hand, and I moan helplessly when the stream of the shower is now a powerful jet and is aimed directly at my clit. He is holding the showerhead close to my pussy as he fucks my throat, but now, I am screaming around him. I have my feet flat on the tile, and I lift my hips off the bench. My body is searching for something. I can’t find it, but I want it.
The showerhead is dropped, and he grips onto my ass to lift me. When his mouth meets my pussy, I’ve found it. This is it. I wanted his mouth on me the way mine is for him. His tongue flicks across my clit, and I feel like my body is on fire. I try to move my head to take over his thrusts, but I don’t have the room.
Zev wraps his large hands around my hips and lifts me higher. I am suddenly upside down when he presses my back against the wall. He continues to violently fuck my throat and starts sucking my clit at the same time. I have the soles of my feet on the wall and my thighs far apart as he devours me. He is growling and grunting. My hands are on his thighs to better support myself, but I am still sucking hard.