15. My Brothers Wife

Wolfe

     

My sweet little nymph doesn't notice me when she enters the room we share. 

      

Perverse, wicked pleasure erupts in my bones at the realization that she thinks she's escaped my wrath.

      

Light spills in from the hall behind her, framing the curves of her silhouette. Even in just a pullover sweatshirt and leggings, she's so fucking beautiful that it makes my chest ache.

      

Wanton need pulses through my veins, and I clutch my knees with a violence mimicking the turmoil in my heart. As badly as I want her, I crave her apology more.

      

If I have to pull it from her tongue, then so be it.

   

   This cat and mouse game has been going on since she found out that her husband, my brother had been cheating on her. Months later, at a bar, it takes a few drinks and we end up in the same bed.

We haven't stopped since then. And I honestly don't care about my brothers feelings. She's mine. 

I watch, my entire body rigid and primed, as she closes the door and walks over to the side of the bed, letting her hair loose. She shakes it free, raking her fingers through the strands.

     

Taunting me.

      

Tempting me.

      

Shoving her arms into her sweatshirt, she pushes it up, tugging it over her head. Everything she does is plagued by slow motion, drawn-out movements that torment me, even in the half-dark.

      

Moonlight spills across her back, highlighting muscles cut from years of swimming, and I'm mesmerized by the rippling expanse as she bends and reaches for her leggings.

      

My cock stiffens as she shimmies them down her hips, kicking out of the fabric so she's standing there in just a black thong.

      

I move slowly, careful to avoid scuffing my shoes on the floor, and loom over her from behind. From this vantage point, she's so small and fragile-looking, though I know her to be anything but.

      

She sucks in a sharp breath, and I feel the intake in my lungs.

      

Slowly, I lift my hand, brushing blue locks from her shoulder, avoiding direct contact with her skin. The air shifts between us, toxins and lust conjoining and making it difficult to think logically.

      

A hiss comes from her lips, and I lean down, centimeters from the shell of her ear.

      

"You left," I murmur, inhaling her like a drowning man gasping for oxygen. The scent of chlorine and citrus are there, soft as ever and almost muddled by the stench of cigarettes and aftershave. Maybe even something else, metallic and angry.

      

Or perhaps that's just the taste left in my mouth as I bite down on the tip of my tongue, trying to stave off the beast that wishes to make her pay for leaving. The one that wants to push her into the mattress and reclaim whatever she let someone else have.

      

"And I came back." Her voice is strong, certain, but a shiver skates across her skin.

      

Four days ago, while I was out of the country. She walked out of my pent house, for whatever reason and has been avoiding my calls since then.

"A grave mistake, I'm sure you'll learn."

      

The eye roll is almost audible, even to me. "Aw, did I make you mad? What's the big bad Wolfe gonna do? Eat me?"

      

Arousal rushes down my spine. "Eat you, ruin you. The specifics don't really matter much, so long as you're of no use to anyone else."

      

One of my hands glides up her arm, over her shoulder and neck, finally tangling in her hair. Wrenching her back against me, I flatten my free palm over her stomach, sliding down slowly until I dip beneath the elastic of her thong. Her stomach flexes under my touch, caving in, as if trying to put more distance between us.

      

"Who were you with?" I ask softly, my callous fingertips rough on the smooth expanse of her skin.

      

She doesn't immediately answer, and I fist her hair tighter, relishing in the way she leans up on her tiptoes, chasing the movement.

"I don't fancy repeating myself."

     

"Then don't." Her neck pulls, trying to dislodge my grip. "Get used to not knowing everything about me, Your Honor."

      

"Cute, but I'll know everything there is to know about you one day, little thief. Mark my fucking words: you will never be rid of me because I'll know you inside and out."

      

Shifting her leg, she drives the heel of her foot into the top of my shoe; it barely makes a dent in the loafers, pressure hitting my toes, but not doing much else, and I stifle a laugh at the attempt. It's lacking the usual conviction, and I reach down as she goes to redo it, catching her beneath the knee and pulling it inward.

      

She loses her balance, and I use the change in equilibrium to push her forward, so she's kneeling on the mattress. I go with her, my front plastered to her back, so I feel when she sucks air in through her teeth, catching herself on her hands.

      

Knocking them out from beneath her, I let my weight fall on her until her chest meets the bed, and then I sit back, keeping one palm on the middle of her back while the other pulls at her thong.

      

The silk material snaps with little effort, and I click my tongue in disapproval. "Hope these weren't a gift from your mysterious lover because he has terrible taste."

      

"Actually, psycho, you paid for them."

      

"Right. Well, remind me to buy you something more appropriate. I like being able to rip clothing off you, but at least make it a challenge."

      

Tossing the shredded fabric over my shoulder, I shrug out of my suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of my button-down up while straddling her. Once my wrists are bare, I smooth a hand over one arse cheek, reveling in how soft the packaging of my little nymph is compared to the sour, tough interior.

      

A woman made for sin-the body of an angel and the heart of a bloody devil.

      

I can't imagine anyone more perfect.

      

And I'll be damned if someone else touches what I've decided belongs to me.

      

"Tell me who you were with." I thumb the dimples in her lower back.

      

She tries to squirm away. "It's none of your business. We aren't anything to each other, so this whole possessive thing is really ridic-" A harsh, guttural sound comes from her throat as my thumb slips down her cheeks, pushing between them.

      

Her head turns into the blankets to muffle the sound, and I press my free hand against my cock, gnawing on my bottom lip. As I slide in and out in slow, devastating strokes, we sit there in silence for a moment, the lewd sounds of her arousal filling the air.

      

I'm certain she's covered head to toe in a furious blush, and part of me wants to turn on the light to see, but I can't bring myself to leave her.

      

"Goddamn," I curse, feeling her walls tighten around me. "So fucking wet, but then, for who? Is this for me, or did your little date not live up to the expectations?"

      

Rolling her head to the side, she makes an incredulous sound. "You're seriously off the mark, Wolfe."

      

Humming, I shrug, adding a second finger. I creep dangerously close to blowing in my trousers as her cunt swallows me, and I have to unbuckle my belt and reach in, choking my shaft to keep from coming.

      

"You were gone for quite some time," I say, leaning off the bed to reach into the nightstand, pulling out the toy and the lube she keeps hidden there. As if I'd never think to look in the top drawer for her dirty little secrets. "Did he wine and dine you? Spend the evening talking a big game, but when the time came, he couldn't exactly deliver?"

      

"This is disgusting-"

      

She chokes as another finger slips in, and I pull her hips up, propping her arse in the air as I scissor her opening, stretching and massaging until she's wide enough for multiple objects.

A mewl escapes her throat as I lean in, swiping the tip of my tongue over the aperture in the valley between her cheeks; she almost falls forward, but I catch her around the waist, and she rocks back as I lick up her seam around my fingers, then plunge past the tight ring of muscle.

     

"Oh fuck," she cries, a slight pained sound tingeing her words.

      

I pause, pulling back slightly.

      

Her breaths come in short, sporadic bursts, and she shakes her head. "Why are you stopping?"

      

"Are you-"

      

"What's the matter, Wolfe? Scared that the only reason I'm wet is 'cause I've been thinking about my other lover since I got here, and you have nothing to do with it at all?"

      

My palm cracks against her cheek, then the back of her thigh, making my nerve endings go numb with the force. She whimpers, moving her hips as she tries to fuck back on my fingers.

      

"Don't you wanna know how good he was?" she taunts, pushing me deeper. "Or, hell, maybe there was more than one because I'm just a slut who runs off with the first people I see, right? Maybe I took it in both ends while I was gone because I'll just spread my legs for anyone. Apparently, that's who I am to you, right?" I raise a confused brow, mentally noting to question her oon this later.

      

Ripping my fingers from her, I roll her onto her back and land a series of harsh slaps to the top of her cunt, desperate to make her stop talking. Grabbing the silicone cock at my side, I bring it up, rubbing the lifelike tip over her clit, parting her lips.

      

She moans, reaching down and covering my fingers with her own, guiding my movements. I watch, completely transfixed by the sight and the sounds, and then I sit back, pushing her knees so they rest on the mattress and sliding the tip toward her entrance.

      

"Show me then," I tell her, but Christ, my throat is tight, voice hoarse.

      

I sound as disturbed and desperate as I feel, and my heart beats wildly inside of my chest. I need to keep her doing things, so I don't chase down the bloke she ran off with.

      

Every fiber of my being wants to hunt him down and skin him alive even if I'm certain she is just toying with me. Kora knows how to get under my fucking skin, and here I am, letting her because for some reason, I want her there.

      

I want her existing beneath my surface, like some sort of parasite, taking up residency in my veins. I wish to break open my rib cage and stuff her inside, so I can keep her safe from the rest of the world.

      

Keep her as mine.

      

We stare at each other, and I'm not sure why I want to entertain the fantasy she's painting.

      

Perhaps the urgency-the hurt-in her tone spurs me on, telling me something happened, and she isn't ready to speak about it yet.

      

Or perhaps it's my own penance, for wanting what I shouldn't.

      

For desperately trying to keep her here when I know she yearns to be free.

      

"Show me how he fucked you," I repeat, swallowing around the knot in my throat.

      

It burns, the image of another's hands on her skin, and as she blinks at me, I think for a moment that she won't do it.

      

She hesitates. "There really wasn't-"

      

"Show. Me."

      

Like the little brat she is, she wraps her hand around the base of the thick dildo, lubing it up before positioning and pushing it in at an angle. Her head falls back as the cock slides in partway, her wrist gliding in smooth, languid motions.

      

"Was he big?" I ask from behind my teeth. "Bigger than that?"

      

She shakes her head, and I blow out a breath, her resolve already crumbling. "Not as big as you."

     

"Yeah?" My chest swells, and I place my other knee on the bed, gripping her knees with both hands to keep her from trying to hide. "How sad for your sweet little cunt. She must've been so unsatisfied."

     

"She was," Kora gasps, gyrating her hips up against the toy.

My index finger joins the dildo, and I bite back a groan. "Did you think of me? When he had to call in a buddy and you could feel their dicks rubbing against each other from your two tight holes, did you think of how much better it would be if it were me?"

      

"Yes, yes, God." Her eyes pinch closed as she rides the toy and my finger, and I clutch the base around her hand, driving it in deeper, faster, harder. "It's always been you, Wolfe. I always think of you."

      

Arousal clings to her thighs, her lips, and I lean in to capture her clit with my teeth, flicking my tongue against the bundle of nerves as she continues fucking.

      

When her back bows, I feel her spasm around me, and I switch from teeth to sucking as she comes violently, a war cry tearing from her mouth like it's been dormant for decades. Her legs quiver, knees bouncing as she rides out the high of her orgasm, and I'm kneeling on the mattress before she's even recovered, letting my shadows fall around her.

      

"You'll spread your legs for me and me only," I growl, pushing my trousers down so my cock bobs free. "You want two at a time? I'll give you exactly that, and you'll never seek pleasure from another fucking soul, or I swear I'll hunt them down and burn them alive."

      

I give myself a stroke and run my thumb over the silver barbell at my tip, salivating over her silhouette in the bed, and then I grip the backs of her knees, holding her wide open. Her skin glistens, and she still holds the toy deep inside of her; I shift forward, catching the base of the dildo with the inside of my thigh and fist my cock beneath the head, pushing in against the silicone.

      

It slips back out immediately, and she whimpers, clawing at my neck. Her fingernails scald as they scrape down my throat and over my shoulders, and I grunt, notching myself inside just enough to retaliate. The piercing collides with the rubber, then disappears entirely along with it.

      

"Oh my God," she chokes out, digging her fingers into me.

      

Pain trickles across my chest, swirling furiously with the pleasure coming from the friction of her cunt and the rubber cock.

      

"Tight," I rasp, the veins in my forehead bulging as I struggle not to come too quickly. I slide in another inch and almost chew my tongue off at the euphoria washing over me. "So goddamn tight, baby I'm not going to make it."

      

"Please," she whines, reaching underneath us to cup my balls, massaging them as I squeeze in more.

      

"That feel good?"

      

"So so good."

      

Holding the dildo in place, I start fucking her against it, thrusting with a precision that causes beads of sweat to percolate along my forehead.

      

My balls tingle, white-hot electricity shooting through my limbs as her cunt works hard to swallow two cocks at once. God, she looks beautiful, stuffed full like this, stretched to the brim and fucking loving every second, every bite of pain as it morphs cohesively with her pleasure.

      

"Jesus Christ, look at that; look how you're taking the whole thing, even with this toy shoved up alongside it. You're such a pretty, perfect little slut for me, aren't you?"

      

"I can take more," she says, and in turn, I cant my hips harder, pulling back more and slamming in so the air whooshes from her lungs with each collision of our hips. "God, Alistair, yes. You're fucking me so good. It feels amazing... I-I'm-"

      

She cuts off, and I breathe out a laugh, her praise reaching some itch I didn't even realize I had. The vocalization that I'm making her feel good though has my balls drawing up as release pounds through me.

      

"You will take more," I promise, shifting so I'm leaning over her. The dildo slips out, and she screams at the loss, reaching down to push it back in. "I'm dumping all my cum in you, and I want your cunt sucking it all in, okay? I don't want you wasting a single goddamn drop. You won't be of use to anyone else with my baby in your belly."

      

Toxic? Yes.

Never claimed to be anything but.

      

Walls fluttering, she nods chaotically, though I'm not even convinced she's really paying attention to what I'm saying.

      

"Tell me you need it," I command darkly, chasing the high of her desire. "Say you need me and my cum."

      

Her voice is strained. "I do," she sobs, thighs quaking. "Fill my pussy, your honor."

      

She only ever says that in jest, yet, for some reason right now, it's what sends me over the edge; my orgasm rocks through me with such force that all I can do is push my hips flush against her and let it drain me.

      

"Take it, Kora. Take it all. Gonna fill you up, breed you, and keep you here, tucked into my side forever. You're mine."

      

Squeezing my balls like she's trying to milk me dry, she peals out an ear-piercing moan, and jet after jet of sticky, hot semen funnels inside her.

      

"Fuck." I cough, withdrawing slowly. The dildo slips out with me, and I collapse onto my side, taking a second to collect my bearings.

"Your brother kissed me." She whispers between heavy breaths.