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Something unspoken passes between the men that has Henry stepping forward and turning Snow in his arms. She nestles into him, allowing his hand to tangle in her long raven hair to keep her face pressed against his chest. Her attention has been so focused on me, I’m pretty sure she hasn’t even noticed the filth and gore all around us. Snow doesn’t need to see this shit.
“Cleanup is on the way. Henry, follow Maxen out front and keep Snow close. The area is secure but we take no chances. Get her loaded into one of the cars and stay by her side.” Hunter releases me and we turn to watch the three of them go.
“I’m guessing you brought the jet?” Hunter releases me from his embrace but clutches my shoulders to turn me to face him. The way the muscle in his jaw ticks with fury now that we’re alone absolutely should not be making my core clench in desperate need. Especially not given the bloodbath all around us.
“Y-yes. Of course. It’s the only way I had to get here when Snow messaged me earlier, scared out of her mind because strange men had shown up.”
“And of course you never once considered your husband, the man who swore protection for your stepdaughter, might have the situation under control.” It’s not a question, and I know his rhetorical statement isn’t asking for a response.
“Dammit, Glory. I told myself I was going to wait until you trusted me, at least a little bit. Gonna give you time to realize I’m nothing like Xavier. What if this had been a trap, Glory? What then?” He demands.
“A trap?” I ask.
“Yes. A trap to draw you out. Our marriage is too new, Xavier’s death too recent, for the power to be solidified. Grimalt could well have thought to get you scared enough to leave the estate to come for Snow. He could have picked you both up and forced my hand entirely. Foolish girl, you should never have come here.” His rage is malevolent between us, but so is mine.
“How should I have known that, Hunter? You kept me in the dark!” My voice rises and rises until I’m screaming shrilly in his face.
“I called and called, and you didn’t answer! I didn’t know where you were! If you abandoned us. If your promise meant nothing at all. I wanted to believe in you, Hunter, I did, but I’m just so-so-so-” My voice cracks, the word grabbing a chokehold around my throat as surely as a rope around my neck might.
“Scared. You were scared. It’s okay to admit it, Glory. You’re not alone anymore, and you never have to be afraid again. I might be a shitty husband when it comes to communication, but no one will fucking protect you better.” He crosses to the front door and leans out to talk to one of the men who I realize have been here all along, silently securing the property and checking for loose ends.
“Tell Maxen to get Henry and Snow to the jet. Cleanup will be here soon, Glory and I will wait for their arrival. No one comes inside until I give the okay. Clear?” The man must respond quietly enough that I can’t hear him, because Hunter closes and locks the door before turning to face me again. Our eyes meet. I realize Hunter may have been planning on waiting until I trusted him to consummate our marriage, but the gleam of madness in his eyes means time’s up.
Twelve
Hunter
Wine and rose petals in a honeymoon suite was never a possibility for a man like me to fuck his wife for the first time. Shit, the real truth is that a guy like me shouldn’t even count on having a wife. Much less one like Glory. I knew claiming her would be like capturing magic as a mere mortal, but I didn’t think it would be like this.
Leaving her immediately after our vows were spoken wasn’t the plan, but keeping her daughter safe is the only way I could prove to Glory that marrying me was the right move. I realize now that I should have been more open with her about where I was and what I was doing. Maybe if she’d known what was going on, she would have found a way to trust me to get the information necessary to keep Snow safe.
Then again, knowing Glory’s stubborn ass, there’s the chance that knowing Grimalt’s men were moving in on Snow would have sent Glory flying down here anyway. At least I would have had some advance warning though.
“You’re right that I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark, Glory. From now on, I’ll tell you the moves I’m making.” I let the threat in my words hang heavy between us. From now on, I’ll be making my intentions real clear.
“For example, wife, right now I’m going to carry you into that kitchen and put you on the one flat surface in this shithole that’s not currently covered in Grimalt blood. Then I’m gonna cut every thread of fabric off your body and bury my face between those sexy thighs to eat your cunt until the only scent in the room is the juice that’s squirting out of it.” I pause to let the filthy words sink in.
Her chest is rising and falling like she was the one in a firefight not too long ago, so I know my dirty talk is turning her on. I match my actions to my words and throw her over my shoulder to carry her into the kitchen. The table’s overturned and I’m pretty sure those aren’t empty shoes pointing to the sky on the other side of it, but I have no fucks to give for the dead tonight.
“I can already feel the heat of that needy pussy, wife. So don’t even think of denying it. My queen is ready for her king to bend his knee for her.” With care that costs nearly more control than I have left, I lay her out on the counter next to the sink. Just like I predicted, it’s the only flat surface I see that’s not painted in blood.
The solid click of my blade unfolding is barely audible over the rasping breaths that whistle through her pursed lips as she watches with wide eyes. Her pupils are blown out with so much lust the purple of her irises is a narrow band around the black. I cut a line up the fabric of her shirt and through the band of her bra.
In another lifetime I’d take time to worship the bounty of her tits, but right now I’ll die if I don’t get my mouth on her. I want to push my tongue as far inside her as it can go. To wrap my lips around her clit and bite it between my teeth until she screams for mercy. My cock is so painfully hard I don’t think I could stand up straight if there was a gun to my head. I need to slow things down before I cream myself or give myself an aneurysm.
“I’m going to breed you tonight, Glory. Right here in this place where I sacrificed the lives of our enemies. I’m not wrapping up, and I’m not pulling out. Tell me you understand.” Logically I know there’s more to conception than fucking, but if manifesting is a real thing, I’m manifesting the fucking creation of life here tonight.
“I-I understand, b-but Hunter, I c-can’t-”
“Don’t argue with me, little killer. Your body knew it needed its king and now she has him. You’re going to spread those legs for me and let me pump you so full of me your body has no choice but to bend to my will.” I pinch her nipples between my fingers hard enough to have her back bowing off the countertop. Her cry of exaltation is loud enough I know my men outside can hear and it fills me with savage pride.
OnlyImake that sound come from Glory. Only me. I treat her jeans and panties the same as her shirt, slicing through the material like it’s as much an enemy as Florian Grimalt ever has been.
Glory’s pussy is a revelation when it’s revealed to my hungry eyes. Bare save a sharp little triangle of tight golden curls, her lower lips plump underneath it in two perfect fat pillows that beg to be devoured. My groan rustles the gleaming curls releasing the scent of her arousal into the air between us. I fold my knife and tuck it into my pocket, giving my dick a hard thump, using the pain to beat back my orgasm. Glory comes first. Now and always.
“Hunter, Hunter please!” Her hips rock on the hard marble counter, bumping the plush mound of her cunt into my chin, searching for friction.
“You’ll get what you need, wife. After I do.” I fit my mouth to her hot pussy, pushing my tongue between her lips and taking long, unpolished licks from her hole to the hard bundle of nerves at the top. In the recess of my mind it strikes me that, aside from the brief kiss during our wedding ceremony, this is the first time I’ve had my mouth on her. I double down on her drenched slit, working her clit between my teeth and tunneling my fingers, first one, then two and finally a third, into the scalding heat of her channel.
