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“That’s one way,” he said. “The way you melt for me under my touch. I know it’s real—that you mean it—but fuck me if it doesn’t give me a big ego to watch you fall apart when I barely even touch you.”
“S-sorry,” I said, forcing my head back up. “I’m just sensitive—”
“Don’t you dare apologize or explain yourself,” he said, equal parts scolding and assuring. “Marley, I love everything about you. You don’t have to ever apologize to me.”
I swallowed and let out a shaky breath. It was hard to focus on what Cole was saying while he was still torturing my poor nipple. I found myself craving the punishing pressure of the clamps in the lacquered wooden box hidden away in our closet.
As if recognizing the negligence of my other breast, he moved that same hand to that mound of flesh. He started with that one much as he did the first—slow, deep, rolling fondles before giving a hard focus on the peak.
“I love watching your face while you react to me,” he groaned. “I love the way you grind on my cock without even realizing you’re doing it when I have you like this.”
I started at that, looking down between us. Sure enough, as he worked away on my breasts, I’d put my arms up on his shoulders and started undulating my pelvis on his. I saw a faint change in color on his boxers where our hips met, some kind of wetness.
“Is that me or you?” I asked in reference to the damp spot.
“Does it matter?” he asked a little breathlessly. “Either way, I’m hard as a fucking rock, Marley.”
I salivated, mind going back to the last time he was so hard. To the time he fucked my throat like I was his own personal toy. My jaw went slack thinking about it, and he reached up to close it.
“Not this time, sweetheart,” he said. “As much as I love to make a perfect mess of you and fuck you like an animal, today we’re practicing, remember?”
He smiled as I met his eyes, as if he could see me coming into a moment of brief clarity after losing myself to my own arousal and memories. “You don’t have to be gentle with me,” I said, trying to sound enticing and sexy. Only, it came out sounding like a plea. I tried not to feel embarrassed by it, but I was. I’d never been like this when it came to sex with Wyatt. With Cole, it almost felt like an addiction.
He laughed affectionately, cupping my chin in his hand and nodding. “I know, sweetheart,” he said. “I think in the time we’ve been together, I’ve only fucked you gently once or twice. But I’d like to show you that it can feel just as good and just as sinful as it does when I’m rough with you. You’re my wife...and soon, you’ll have my child in your womb. I can’t very well risk fucking you unconscious when you’re pregnant, can I?”
I let out a shuddering breath before biting on my lower lip to keep a little moan from escaping my lips. Holy hell, maybe I did have a breeding kink after all. Because the idea of getting railed from behind while my belly was growing with our child was enough to render me a desirous mess.
“Right,” I finally forced myself to say.
“You’re fucking precious, do you know that?” he said. “Not just because you are, in all actuality, one of the most important parts of my life. But because of that spike of arousal I just smelled on you when I talked about fucking you while you’re pregnant. God, I love you.”
I brought my hands to my face, ready to cover it to hide my shame from him. I was so weird and gross. Why was I like this? Why couldn’t I just be normal when it came to sex?
“Don’t you dare be embarrassed,” he commanded, pushing my hands away. “Don’t you dare hide any part of your desires from me. I am your husband, and I want to make every time I fuck you feel like a dream for you. Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes,” I said, though I couldn’t deny that I was still plenty embarrassed by my own strange proclivities. Or at least, they felt strange to me.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice an affectionate rumble that was enough to make me want to melt into him all over again. “Now...I was giving you data, wasn’t I?”
“Right,” I said.
He slipped his thumbs under the hem of my shirt and started slowly working it up, letting his hands rest on my ribs, just under my breasts. “I love that you listen to me when I tell you to be brave and confident in yourself. I love watching you bloom more and more each day.”
He slipped my shirt up and over my breasts before wrapping it around his large hand, using it as a handle to pull me a little closer to him. “You know, when you grabbed Ashton by his shirt and gave him hell for coming at you, if I’d been able to, I probably would have fucked you right in the middle of the foyer.”
I felt my face warm again, all the way up to the shells of my ears.
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” he whispered. “The idea of me showing everyone just how I can worship your body? The way their alpha is wrapped around your perfect little finger?”
It was impossible not to feel drunk on the power of that. I’d heard a hundred times that behind every strong man was a strong woman, but God, when he put it that way, it was intoxicating. Cole was the ultimate authority in this pack, but at the end of the day, he was beholden to me. He was loyal to me. And I knew he would do anything to protect me and honor me.
“I’m calling your bluff,” I teased him.
“Oh?”
“I know you hate to share,” I said with a fox’s grin.
He returned the same smile, his canines almost looking more pronounced than usual. “Well, you’re right about that,” he said, lying on his back with me still perched on his hips. “Consider my bluff called. I’d much rather fuck you in privacy and just make everyone listen to how I can make you scream.”
