Page 184 of Sire
“Harder.” My dick swells. The pleasure in my ass is too much. I’m at the point of no return, needing it to be our end, our beginning. The white heat in my spine, ready to burst. My dick, my voice, demanding, “Fuck my ass harder. Make me come so fucking hard inside her pussy.”
“Sire, I’m coming.” Wren thrashes, sinking her nails into my straining pecs. “Uhh. Fuck. I can’t stop it. I’m coming. Oh, God!”
She screams, crying out, her orgasm making her buck, andI lose it. All time. All place. All pain. It’s gone while I groan, letting go inside her. Only her. Only Wren. Only us. Forever.
Carefully, he leaves my body, but I don’t leave hers. I roll us onto our sides, my back to the club, her head to my chest. “Fuck, Angel,” I sigh into her curls. “Fuck, I love you. Only you.”
Panting, she kisses my sweaty chest until she’s softly laughing.
I lift her chin. “What’s so funny?”
She climbs up, reaching her lips for mine. “We need to make this abi-annualthing.”
I laugh. “Good one.”
Getting dressed, Christian laughs, too. “Damn. I hope I find my angel, too, one day.”
Wren pops her head up, answering him, “You will. Go to Dollywood. You’ll find her … or him there.”
“Dollywood? Really?” He chuckles. “Okay, I’ll check it out.”
He leaves while I nuzzle her neck. “I’m surprised you didn’t sing a little Dolly for him, too.”
She sighs, “No, I save my piña coladas and getting caught in the rain for you.”
I jerk up, gazing down at her. “Whatdid you just say?”
She bats her lashes. “Nothing.”
I narrow my eyes. “So, youdoknow the right lyrics? You just fuck ‘em up to make us laugh.”
Her fingertip shhhs my lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With a kiss, she demands, “Let’s go. I miss her already.”
Quickly, we dress because I’m missing her, too. This is our first night away from Bluebelle.
But yeah.
This will be a bi-annual thing.
Taking her hand, we work through the crowd. On a Saturday night, it’s a big one.
I’m focused on the door, but Wren halts, yanking my hand.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, and I turn to see her frozen, watching a couple with a crowd gathered around them, too.
It’s hot. It’s a big man in a black spandex fetish hood. No shirt. Just worn jeans and a jacked body.
He’s playing with a woman, standing naked and wearing a fetish mask, too. It looks like he’s using every toy to please her for their audience.
“Look,” Wren chokes, almost in pain. “It’s him!”
“Who?”
“Loch!The devil on his chest; I’d know one of my kings anywhere. Oh my God.” She shakes her head, covering her eyes. “That asshole. He’s getting his pleasure Dom kink off and cheating on sweet Alena.”
Squinting my eyes, I look closely, reading the ink down his body. The seven lions across his obliques.
Yes, I’d know one of my brothers anywhere, too. Sure, I knew Loch had his kinks. Never did I think he’d cheat on his innocent woman, though. She’s practically our princess.
