Page 17 of Change the Plan
I’ve become very accustomed to the way my husband’s behaviour will change in response to nothing more than a scent on the wind. A sharp turn of his head, the flaring of nostrils and narrowing of eyes, all indicators that he’s interpreting a language I simply don’t speak, the smell of something — or someone — communicating things as basic asthere’s a building on fire somewhere on the islandto the more pressinga fae has been here recently.
Thisis different. He stands still, the door softly shutting behind him, pupils dilated and shining in the fading light.
“Hi,” I say sheepishly under his intense gaze. His jaw clenches, nostrils flaring as he takes a particularly deep breath before removing his suit jacket in silence, his white shirt tight over his broad shoulders. The tension is thick in the air as hewalks towards me with an air of indifference that I know is all an act, dropping his jacket over the back of a chair as he passes by it. I sit up straight, my e-reader forgotten beside me, anticipation running down my spine.
The thing about me is that I very much like being prey when it comes to Van. I don’t feel powerless. It’s quite the opposite — I feel powerful every time I’m able to elicit such a response from him.
Like now.
“Did you think that was funny?” he asks, the sound of his deep voice inthat tonemaking me break out in goosebumps. He steps in front of me, between my legs, the outline of his straining cock obvious through the fabric of his pants. In this quiet, the clink of his belt as it’s unbuckled is overly loud, and I half expect him to use it in some way as he pulls it free — to bind my wrists or spin me around to use it against the curve of my ass, both things he’s done before because I asked him to, because I love it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer, though I don’t bother trying to keep the mischievous grin off my face.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I bite my lip. Not only did I make use of my vibrator, but I’d also pushed our bond wide open so that he felt it every time I came, knowing full-well that he was still on his commute home from the city, trapped on an hour-long vehicle ferry back to Motuwai. It’s a game we play sometimes; he’s teased me as many times as I’ve teased him, but I can tell now that layering such a move on top of this idea ofbreeding mehas really gotten under his skin.
“I think I was a good girl for waiting until I was sure you weren’t in any meetings,” I say as Van unbuttons his shirt slowly. He leaves it hanging open and reaches for my face, brushing my cheek with the back of his hand before swiping his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I almost came in my pants while waiting in line for coffee on the boat.”
“I think you like the anticipation.”
“Yeah?” He unzips his fly, pulling out the length of his cock, precum already beading at the tip as he pulls his foreskin back. “Open up and taste how much I liked it, then.” His other hand is already buried in my hair, grabbing a fistful firmly but gently and guiding my head forward.
It’s tempting to keep being a brat about it all, but the cock in front of me is even more enticing. I part my lips, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the smooth skin at the head of his cock, my tongue darting out to taste him, licking at the slit. I tilt my head to watch his reaction, pressing my tongue against the sensitive patch of skin on the underside of his cock, smiling around it as he tips his head back with a moan.
Seeing him like this is the ultimate turn on.
His knot is already swollen, as it always is when he’s erect. I squeeze it tight just to hear him hiss, sucking hard, my other hand brushing fabric aside to cup his balls. He curses quietly, thrusting into my mouth once, twice, pulling out after the third. I can tell he’s close already — I can’t blame him after I’ve been such a tease — and I lick a stripe up the length of him.
“Just so you know, this is the wrong hole if you wanna get me pregnant,” I quip before sucking his cock back into my mouth, pushing forwards until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,Ellie,” he whispers, sounding pained as he grips my hair once more, gently pulling me off his cock. “Just soyouknow, I’m going to ruin that pussy.”
I grin up at him.
“That sounds like fu—aah!” I squeak as he picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder like he’s a bloody caveman, slapping my ass hard as he makes his way down the hall to our bedroom. I amthrownon the bed, and if that wasn’t a sure signthat I’ve pushed him too far, the way he grabs handfuls of my linen pants andtears them in halfis all the proof I need.
“Okay then!” I say with a disbelieving laugh as he does the same to my undies.
“Fuck,” he swears, staring at my pussy, looking almost angry as he leans down, biting the inside of my thigh hard enough for it to sting. “So fucking wet,” he mutters, his long tongue licking a stripe up the centre of my cunt a moment later.
Usually, he’d settle in there, but I’m not at all surprised when he straightens up and begins undressing without a word, tension rolling off of him in waves. I do the same, pushing down the remaining linen, sitting up to yank my t-shirt and bralette off over my head.
He’s on me the moment my clothes hit the floor, all six-foot-eight of him, hands pinning my wrists above my head as he kisses me possessively, growling into my mouth. The kisses continue down my neck and over my chest, lips sealing around a nipple to suck hard, another frustrated growl as he rises to his knees between my spread legs.
“How much do you want to spank me right now?” I dare to ask.
“Too much.” Gold eyes flick from my cunt to my face, and whatever he finds there is enough to satisfy him that he has my permission. I’m flipped over in an instant, his open palm cracking against my bare ass a second later, hard enough that I know it’s going to leave a handprint behind. My yelp turns into a moan as he massages away the initial sting, his “You’re such a little slut for punishment,” gentle, filled with admiration, and not at all degrading.
Neither of us are into that.
“You know I like wearing your mark,” I whisper against the bedspread, suddenly feeling emotional in thatoverwhelmed by loveway. He feels it too, and I don’t know how it’s possible toyearn for someone so much when you spend so much time with them already, but that’s what curls through our bond, wrapping around our hearts.
“You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me,” Van whispers fiercely as I roll over once more. I pull him down against me, until his weight presses me into the mattress and my fingers dig into the strong muscle of his back. With my lips to his neck, I breathe in the scent of him, sweet and spicy and masculine all at once. Everything about him is familiar and comforting and sexy and exciting, and I’ll never get sick of any of this.
“I love you,” I breathe in his ear. “More than I can ever describe.” He’s my everything. He always will be.
