Page 53 of Devour

Hubby proved his point by squeezing my thigh under the table. Not in an angry or threatening way, but in a… very affectionate way. Extremely so. Then he smirked down at me and said, “I think I’ll hit the bar again.”

Uh, no. The minute he left his chair, I knew he would not be going to the bar. Instead of shooting from my seat, I waited a few minutes, then abandoned our table, too. Oh, hubby, where did you go? Sneaky, he was. He switched to static to test my determination. Because my dear and so very evil hubby wanted me to come to him.

Not at the bar, obviously. Instead, I went on instinct and followed an invisible trail like a scent hound. Gradually, my path drifted away from the noise and passed the bathrooms before stopping at the top of a stairwell to a basement, likely for storage. Interesting choice, hubs. I skipped down the steps and before I even rounded the corner, Eli caught me with a smirk and pulled me to him under the stairs.

Weddings. Always made people want to fuck. Always. Hubby was no exception. He swung me back into the wall, scooped me up, and brought his face to mine with a heavy breath that caressed my lips.

Bite me.

Didn’t have to ask me twice. I pushed Eli’s jacket aside and chomped down on his collarbone. Now, I would never pass up a meal. Hubs knew this. And I wasn’t exactly hungry right now. He knew this as well. I would still get fuller, but… we were not here right now for my benefit. The desire in him had kindled all evening, only intensifying the more we teased each other. And he drank just enough that he could not ignore the fire. He thrust his hips into me with a throaty sigh and… that was not something he did before.

Hubby gripped me tighter and panted right in my ear, “Harder.”

I sunk my teeth deeper, and he boosted me higher before pushing himself so close, his whole body moved against mine as if he wished he could fuck me through the wall. He absolutely thought about it too, how easy it would be to give in this one time. And him even considering that possibility meant I couldn’t stop wanting it, especially while his hard cock rubbed so much against mine.

We’d had plenty of very satisfying chomp and humps over the years. And sometimes—especially lately—I didn’t have to… initiate. Still, whatever happened would be because he let me. Eli had always set or moved that boundary. Never before had he been so actively involved, aside from letting or not letting me. Mostly because… he didn’t really need me in the same way I needed him. And I did. I had plenty of opinions of whatever I didn’t want or need, but he went past someone I wanted to someone I… needed.

The desire—the want—emanated from him in unprecedented amounts, but the need coming off him was not something I was used to experiencing. All his thoughts focused not on how much he wanted me, but how much he needed something he couldn’t have with anyone else.

Maybe he wanted to hear me getting off, since it was one of the few things he could enjoy while we were together. Or maybe he wanted to remind me that no one could satisfy me the way he could. Maybe. All I knew for sure was the relief that washed over him after and the kiss on the head he gave me while still smiling.

Well, my excuses ran out, and I couldn’t put this off any longer. After not returning home for many years because of the perfectly valid reasoning of holding morning and evening Masses (considering I volunteered for every time slot I could around the holidays), my father decided I’d missed too many family functions. I could not get out of another without causing more drama than I would have to endure if I merely showed my face. This also meant I did not want to go alone, but in all good consciousness could not subject anyone I loved to my family.

Unfortunately, the timing meant Rhory already had an interest. He noticed me stressing after speaking with my father on the phone, something that always happened. Add in seeing Ember and Asher’s loving family at his wedding only a couple months ago, and something clicked in Rhory’s head one night.

“How come you never talk about your family?”

Ugh.

“I can’t believe I never noticed, but you really have never mentioned them once. Why is that?” Rhory asked, blissfully unaware.

“If you met them, you’d understand.” With that, I snagged the remote and rolled over in bed.

Rhory plunked down on the pillow beside me and smiled. “Is that an invitation?”

Truthfully, I did not want to go alone. Even at that, Rhory would not only make an insufferable gathering slightly more tolerable… but I kind of wanted to see how they would react… to him. Maybe I’d even get lucky and be asked to leave. That would easily get me out of having to show my face for at least a few more years.

“You want to go?” I asked. “I cannot stress enough how unpleasant it will be. More than likely, they will not be kind. Maybe polite at best.”

“Of course, I want to go,” he said with a fangy smile. Then another thought occurred to him. “Can I eat there?”

“Maybe. Depends on how they behave.”

Rhory liked that answer. “Is this another event with a dress code?”

“No.”

“As in, I can wear whatever I want?”

Screw it. “Aside from being totally naked, I honestly don’t care.”

“You know, hubby… I can pull off femme really well.”

“No,” I said with a chuckle. Not that I objected, or even because I wouldn’t enjoy seeing it. I knew I would. “Don’t give them any false hope. I’d much rather them panic over you exactly as you are: unfiltered, uncensored, and very obviously a guy.”

Rhory snorted a laugh, and we bedded down comfortably to watch a movie.

Only a few days after our discussion, here we were: about to pull into the driveway of my childhood home, smack dab in the middle of suburbia. This also meant being hours away from everyone I considered a loved one, aside from Rhory, who sat in the passenger seat beside me. Rhory went platinum blond, which again seemed understated for him, yet the color appeared pale enough that it didn’t look at all natural. It suited him.

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