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I also know she can handle it, which is why she’s the only person in this world I trust. She runs my life. Knows nearly everything about every contract, business venture and the inner workings of all things Lachlan Marcus.
She takes her paycheck, of course. It’s generous, yes, but she has refused on more occasions than I can count to take advantage of any opportunities to profit from being in my inner circle. She’s refused the house I tried to buy her, the car, and so many other gestures that I thought would show her how much I valued our working relationship and her loyalty.
Turns out, monetary gifts are not what communicate gratitude to everyone in this world.
Walking back into the bedroom, I stand in the doorway and watch Teah sleep. I’m not sure how long I stand there, it seems like forever and a minute all at the same time.
When she stirs, she throws an arm up and over her head where her wild auburn hair splays out. She’s laying on her back on the white sheet, exposing her incredible breasts as a streak of warm sunlight cuts through the room and lands on her face.
A vision overtakes me and I have to put my hand out to steady myself on the doorframe.
I let it play over and over in my mind, hoping beyond hope that this vision will also come true.
Because, it’s time I make her mine in every way.
8
Teah
“IS THIS REAL?” I ASK, unsure if I’m lost in one of my visions or not.
“Yes, my Little Wolf. It’s very real.”
I reach up and run my fingers down Lock’s chest as he dries my hair with a towel. I’m sitting on the edge of the sofa, where he’s carried me after a bath to sit in front of the fire. We made love for hours again and my body is marked and sore.
“I’m beginning to have a hard time distinguishing between reality and these visions. You know?”
“I do know. Like I said before, it’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Strange? Not wonderful? Not amazing?” I smile and twist my lips to the side.
“Strange and amazing. Strange doesn’t mean bad. Just surreal.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head, tossing the towel over the back of the sofa.
He’s naked as well after taking the bath with me and whispering the sweetest, dirtiest things in my ear the entire time. When we were done, he stood me up and dried us both off, then went down on his knees and ordered me to put my pussy on his face, where he proceeded to eat me until my legs nearly gave out and I’d lost track of the number of orgasms.
Now, he’s standing here naked, his cock jutting upward and he reaches down to stroke himself in front of me.
“You look beautiful, especially with me all over you.” His hand runs up and down the thick shaft and I look from his eyes to the movement and back again. “I don’t want you to ever be without me. Marks, scent, everything. From now on, you will wear me every day.”
There are bites and small bruises that dot my flesh from his harsh grip; from his teeth as well as when he brought his open hand down on my upturned rear end while he took me from behind. I came so hard I spoke in tongues.
To my surprise, I cup my tits in my hands and look up at him. “I want to wear more of you.”
His eyes narrow and darken as his hand strokes faster and faster. “Get ready then.” He charges and I lean forward, feeling the warm, sticky release coat my skin. He cums on my chest and it drips down my belly, between my legs. Part of me wants to watch its trail, but I keep my eyes on his face instead, amazed at how much I enjoy watching his pleasure show there.
When he’s finished, he reaches down and palms the side of my head, rubbing his fingers through my damp hair.
“Now, rub that in. Don’t waste any.” His voice is thick and commanding and I bring both my hands to do as he says, massaging his thick seed into my skin as he smiles down with approval in his eyes.
“Such a good girl.”
“I try.” I giggle at how those simple words make my heart flutter.
We gather our clothes and he helps me dress before I do the same for him. He holds my hand and pulls me to the kitchen, lifting me up to sit on the counter while he makes us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Just like my vision.
“So, how did you end up here?” I ask.
He turns, looking at me as he spreads grape jelly over the bread with peanut butter on it. “I walked into the bus station, went to the counter, asked which was the next bus leaving, they said one to Chaplain. I paid for my ticket and here I am.”
