“Oh God, that’s pretty.” Brick’s voice is rough. He grips my hips and pulls them back until my weight is on my knees, my chest and face pressed into the bedspread.
Brick rubs the head of his cock across my soaking slit and then inches in with agonizing patience.
I try to push back to take him all at once, but he controls the movement, making me wait for it, building the anticipation. Finally, he’s seated, but he doesn’t move.
“Please, sir,” I beg. “I need it now.”
“You need my big bad boss cock?” He eases out and then slams in hard.
“Yes!” I gasp.
“You need it right now?” Another thrust.
“I do, sir. I need it right now.”
“I fucking love when you call me sir. I loved it the first time you said it.” His thrust is harder this time. “I loved it every time after.” He starts to pick up speed.
I glory in the rough movement, the way he pulls my hips back to meet his instrokes, the sound of his breath growing ragged.
The plug in my ass, my stinging cheeks, the neckties that bind me all add to the sensations. He brings me right to the brink of an orgasm and then pulls out.
“What?” I sound dazed. “What happened?”
Brick chuckles. “Nothing happened, beautiful girl. But where did I say I was going to fuck you tonight?”
I groan. “My ass.”
“That’s right.” He eases the plug out of me. It stretches me wide then pops out. “And now I think you’re ready for me. We’ll go slowly. Are you worried?”
Am I?
No. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Brick will take care of me.
“No, sir.”
“Good girl. Lower yourself back down on the bolster.” I hear the sound of more lubricant being applied, and then he pushes the head of his cock against my anus. I tense, and he stops. “Relax, baby. It’s going to feel good. You liked the plug, right?”
“Yes.”
He eases in, so gradually I barely notice it’s happening. Then he starts moving with slow, smooth strokes.
He’s right. It feels good. It’s way more intense, but also way more pleasurable. It only takes a few moments before my cries grow loud and desperate.
“Please, Brick. Please, I need to come. Please?”
He lets out a sustained growl, like he’s right on the edge and holding back. “I’m coming,” he chokes and shoves in deep, his hips bucking against my ass.
I can’t seem to come with him, though. Not while my pussy is empty. But Brick knows what I need. He reaches under my hips and roughly cups my mons. The tips of his fingers slide in. His palm grinds over my clit.
I come, my internal muscles squeezing and pulsing, my entire body shivering and shuddering out my cataclysmic release. I drop into a timeless space, replete with pleasure.
When my brain returns to my body, or when my body returns to this dimension, I find Brick’s still stroking my swollen folds in an undemanding caress. He kisses my neck then eases out of my ass.
The tie around my wrists falls away, but he leaves the one covering my eyes as he gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom. As I hear him washing up, I’m grateful for the extra time to transition. To have the darkness to absorb the tingling and buzzing running through my limbs. The slow, warm throb between my legs and ass cheeks.
Brick returns with a warm washcloth which he uses to clean me, and then I’m in his arms, the blindfold off, his warm gaze roving over my face. “You okay?”
My lids droop. “I’m perfect,” I murmur.
“Yes, you are.” He brushes his lips over my forehead, the bridge of my nose, both my cheeks. “I’m so lucky.” He leans his head against my forehead. “I wanted you the first day you showed up, but I never dreamed I’d have you, much less get to keep you. But here you are, in our bed-bearing my mark, changing my whole world.”
I smile and reach for his face to kiss him. “I thought we were an impossibility, too, Big Bad. And now here I am wearing your ring, planning an engagement party with your mom and sister, and…learning what it means to be loved.” Goosebumps stand up on my arms as I realize the potent truth of the words.
I never let anyone in before Brick. I was afraid to be vulnerable, afraid to risk being hurt or rejected, or found unworthy, like my mom was.
I swam among sharks most of my life, constantly strategizing how to meet every challenge and succeed when the odds were against me. But risking love might be the most dangerous and courageous thing I’ve done.
The most beautiful and rewarding challenge yet.
Brick brushes my hair back from my face. “Do you feel loved, Madi Evans?”
I nod. “Incredibly.”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. “Me too.”
* * *
Dearest readers, I know this seems like the end, but it’s not! Keep reading-there’s one more after-the-movie-credits kind of chapter!
After-Epilogue
After-Epilogue
Aster
Odin’s suite is the biggest and best in Adalwulf castle, but tonight it’s filled with shadows and smoke from a dying fire. Wolves line the blackened stone walls, most of them closer to Odin’s age than mine. They’re dressed in black, waiting to pay their respects when the alpha passes.
Odin lies on his enormous bed, under a giant window that showcases the endless, starry sky. Between the trickery of the moon and firelight, his satin sheets shimmer red, like he’s bathed in a pool of blood.
Or maybe it’s a vision. I blink, and the effect disappears.
Beside me, Oma’s bowed in her chair, her breath rattling in and out. I lean in and moisten her lips with a damp sponge. The last time I did this, she turned her head, rejecting my attempt at kindness.
Now she doesn’t move. She’s retreated deep inside herself. I’ll never hear her voice again.
Death lurks here. Its presence hovers over us like a poisonous fog, thickening the air.
The heavy oak door swings open and slams into the wall. Wolves jump to attention. Aiden strides into the room. His eyes are liquid mercury, flashing in the dark. He takes in the waiting wolves, and his lip curls. Since Aiden was a pup, Odin allowed wolves in the pack to torture him, in some crazed idea that it would make Aiden stronger.
Now no one dares look him in the eye. He’s become the monster Odin wanted him to be and more.
Aiden spins in a slow circle, taking in the attendants. “Where is my aunt?”
He means Catherine. “Gone,” my voice is a hoarse whisper. “She’s defected to her dead mate’s pack.”
She’s free.
A snarl bursts from Aiden’s chest. His wolf is nearly out of control. “Leave us.”
The other wolves run for the door.
I make a move to go, and he points a claw in my direction without looking back at me. “Not you.”
I halt. So this is how it will be. Once Oma and Odin take their last breath, I will ascend as seeress and Aiden as alpha. I’ll be shackled to him and him to me.
Fates have mercy on us all.
The door slams shut, and the four of us are alone.
Aiden paces in front of the bed. I thought Odin was sleeping, but his lids crack, and he watches his son with rheumy red eyes.
“The Blackthroats are made whole. They stand united as one. With a human-wolf alpha pair.” He stops pacing and raises his face to the cloud-covered moon. “Our plans failed.”
“They’re weak,” Odin whispers. The malice in his voice makes my skin crawl. “Crush them.”
“No,” Aiden sneers. “You decimated our forces, so when I faced them tonight, we were equally matched. I was so close.” He squeezes a fist. Blood drips from his palm.
I knew Aiden was dangerous and crazy, but I’ve never seen him like this. His face is the picture of serenity, even while his aura turns so black, it burns. His energy spreads outwards, turning the air to concrete. Choking, I hunch forward. In my mind’s eye, the walls of the room bow inward.
“You failed,” Odin says.
“No. You did. Your reckless scheme was our downfall. You gambled and lost.”
“A true son of mine would’ve won.”
Aiden smiles, and I cringe. His grin has razors in it. “But I am your true son. Your only son. You made sure of that. How many pups of yours did you kill?”
“They were weak.”
My mouth is open, trying to suck in air. This is all too horrible to be borne.
“My mother didn’t think so. Is that why you let her die? So she wouldn’t stand in your way?”
“She was weak. I made you strong.”
“No. I made myself.”
A vision seizes me. A young pup shivering in the snow. Its eyes blink open, bright silver.
“You dare-“
“The balance of power has shifted. You no longer rule.”
Odin’s brows rise. “Mutiny. Treason.”
Aiden strides to the bed, looks down at his father. Odin continues raving, spewing insults, but Aiden doesn’t move. He waits until Odin’s voice weakens and dies, then plants a knee on the bed.
“Your time has come, old wolf. You ruled as a tyrant, but now you will die as weak as a pup in its bed.” As he speaks, he grabs a pillow and smashes it into his father’s face, smothering Odin’s cries.
I choke back a cry. Odin’s limbs flail, but Aiden doesn’t move. He might as well have turned to stone. The moonlight gilds his fine hair, caresses his perfect face, and the taut muscle in his arm as he slowly murders his own father.
I turn away. The shadows on the wall dance like demons. One rises up, a monstrous shape, and pain splits my head like an ax cleaving my skull.
The fire flares, consuming all the shadows but one. Then it dies, and I choke on smoke. Without its heat, the temperature in the room drops. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering like that pup shivering in the snow.
Beside me, Oma exhales a long droning sigh. A minute passes, but she breathes no more.
A soft whump makes me turn. A pillow lies on the floor at Aiden’s feet. The tool he used to kill his father, now stained with red spittle.
He turns, and I freeze. For a moment, his dark shape and the huge shadow are one.
I must make a noise, a whimper that alerts him that I’m here. His gaze stabs me, and I sense him weighing my life in the balance. I’m the only witness to his deed. Am I under his control?
I force myself to sway towards him, stopping a few feet away and bowing my head.
“The alpha is dead. Long live the alpha.”
—-Volume 4—-
Madi
My breasts flatten against the floor-to-ceiling windowpane in my office where I’m pinned by over two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. Brick’s hand is between my legs, my skirt rucked up to my waist. I’m wearing thigh-highs, and his fingers are under the gusset of my panties, penetrating me.
“Brick!” I gasp.
“Not yet,” my former Big Bad Boss growls in my ear. “You don’t get to come until I come, Ms. Evans.” With his free hand, he slaps my ass. “I’ve been blue-balled all” -he spanks me again, “day” -his fingers arc inside me- “long” -he bites my neck
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“thinking about you.”
If he keeps it up, I will come on the next thrust. “I fail…to see how that’s my fault.” My tone doesn’t match my words. It’s husky, and I’m out of breath.
“Sassy, I see.” Brick’s lips are right behind my ear. His warm breath feathers across my skin. He yanks down my panties. “I’m going to take care of my rather pressing need” -he allows me to feel the part of his anatomy he wants to press into me- “and then I’m going to consider what form of punishment your daily reprimand will take.” I hear the rustle of his pants and the sound of his zipper. “Now spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”
It’s a little hard with my panties around my thighs, so I shimmy my hips to drop them around my stilettos.
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