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“Yale belongs to us,” they shout and fury explodes in me. “You have no right to her.”
“Neither do you,” I growl. “She doesn’t fucking want you.” I fist my chest. “She wants me.”
“Yeah, you’ve twisted her,” they snarl. “Yale’s got a good head on her shoulders. Why the hell would she willingly go with someone from the NM?”
Because she knows that when something is meant to be then nothing can stop it. More importantly nothing can stop me. I’ve turned myself inside out in order to have her and if these fuckers think they can come and take her from me, then this courtyard will very soon turn into a burial site.
Which would be a shame, since I don’t think Yale would appreciate that and I’d hate to disappoint my woman. She’s done much for me simply by breathing, she’s calmed me down and she’s the sole reason to why I haven’t started shooting yet. It’s because I want to be good in her eyes even when I’m bad. She’s the first mouthful of air after coming up from the ice lake, the needed warmth beneath the pelts on a raw winter morning. Withdrawing to the shadows now is impossible when my Yale flickers like a torch, showing me a more lit up way.
“You say you want to protect her but maybe you should have protected her the other day,” I snarl. “She would have been jumped by one of your members had I not been there.”
They look confused, so confused they almost lower their guns and they exchange angry looks with each other. They proceed with telling me that the fucker wasn’t a ZeroSum member but was only pretending. Faking it to get certain privileges. I’m not surprised and it looks like we had an enemy in common but that doesn’t warm me up to them. The only group I’m loyal to are my brothers. And now Yale.
Who I can’t wait to get back to and I growl, “As fun as this little meeting has been, I don’t want to see your faces here ever again.” I grin. “Now hop on your little tricycles and get the fuck off my property.”
They don’t move and I curse, raising the weapon and I start shooting. Bullets fly and they lower their guns, curse and drive off so fast, they leave clouds of dust behind. Lowering the weapon, I smirk.
“Bikers...,” I sneer with disgust and walk back into the house. They were lucky, my woman’s kindness and plead to the better parts of my nature, spared them. I put the weapon in the corner and my body brims with the urge to sink into Yale. Walking upstairs, I’m already so hard I can barely see straight. Opening my bedroom, I prepare to see Yale’s eager face smile back at me but she’s not there.
Immediately, I’m on edge. I told her to wait here for me. I wanted her to wait for me in my bed, ready to reward myself with her. And now she’s nowhere in sight.
Something inside of me caves, tumbling like a row of dominoes. I let out a furious growl, searching the whole house for her, searching every door that’s closed, my fury rising by the second. Standing outside of the library, I kick the door in and my whole system floods with relief when I hear Yale’s gasp.
“What’s gotten into you?” she breathes, scurrying and she’s lying on the polar bear rug next to the fireplace. It’s lit, the flames dancing behind her and beckoning me to come closer. And best of all is that she’s naked. Ready for me. Licking her lips, she murmurs, “You said you were going to do something to me on this rug.”
Yeah, I did say that and I consume her with my eyes. “And I will,” I rasp, putting my hand over my heart and it aches, “but not before you agree to marry me.”
She squeaks, clasping a palm over her mouth and I catch the unmistakable shiver of excitement in her body. “You only marry the ones you love.”
I stalk over to her. “Good thing then, I love you with every inch of me.” Every single one and there’s a hell of a lot of inches. Her eyes flutter when I come down on top of her. She lets out a moan, snaking underneath in me in a way that almost makes me lose my damn mind and her body is permissive toward the harshness of mine.
“I love you too,” she whispers, breathing on me. “Every inch of me is yours. My heart, my body, my spirit that only listens to you...”
“Someone must’ve made a deal with the devil for me,” I rasp, my voice thick with emotions. “Because there’s no other way someone like me would get an angel like you.”
“You’re worthy,” she whispers and she raises her face and flicks her little tongue out against my mouth, “more than you think and more than you know.”
That’s how my woman talks to me, with pure admiration and adoration as if I’m the greatest man to ever have walked this earth. Clasping her neck, I seize her lips and drown her in my adoration and she fiercely responds, her body quickly turning slick with fever and she breathes,
“We’re beautiful when we’re together...” Her face strains from feminine emotions. “Aren’t we beautiful, Axe?”
I look down at her and I nod, burying my face in her hair, before my heart and body explodes and extinguishes me.
Epilogue
Axwell-Two years later
I’m both proud and frustrated. Proud of my talented wife and frustrated that she’s not right next to me. I grind my jaw as I watch my beloved. I’m standing in the audience while Yale is up at the podium giving everyone the show of their lifetime. Her face is serious and focused, her pump clapping against the leg of the table because this is a big deal to her. If she wins this, she’ll be the number one female chess player in the world.
It hasn’t been easy, letting her leave home to compete but I’ve been with her on all of her trips, making sure nothing ever gets out of my control. She’s grateful I didn’t fight her more on her career but I wouldn’t be able to stand waking up, and not seeing a smile on her face. This is what she loves and I love her, which forces me to push back the more demanding parts of me. It’s how she teaches me.
Yale adjusted surprisingly fast to life at the compound. We have a whole floor to ourselves and one of the rooms has been remade into a baby’s chamber. My eyes go to Yale again and it’s crucial to me she wins this. She has agreed on us expanding our family if she does, which means that the future of my heirs depends on this game.
I glance at her opponent, a dorky guy I could break like a twig if I wanted to and if Yale loses this game, I will. Then I’ll take her out to her favorite restaurant and once back home, I’ll let her cry out on my shoulder if she needs to and make love to her until she calms down. Yale is absorbed by the game, but her opponent stressfully turns his face my way and I give him my murderous eyes. He jolts but Yale doesn’t notice anything and she seems pensive, cautious and then she makes a move and her whole demeanor changes, a smile lighting up her face and I relax.
Check. Mate. And thank fuck. Now she can return to just being my wife. Return to being my young, sultry thing that accepts me wholeheartedly despite of my ferocity.
“Can you believe it?” she beams at me, later on when we’re out in the hallway and I’ve greeted her with a bouquet. “Number one in the whole world!”
