Page 106 of Alien God

Hoo, boy. This guy knew exactly how to get under my skin.

“You’re not supposed to be happy about the convenience of not being near me! You’re supposed to be my devoted husband, at my beck and call, feeding me fucking bonbons!”

“What in the snows of Sionnach are bonbons? There is no adequate translation,” he grumbled.

“They’re sweets! Delicious sweets! The kinds of sweets that the wives of rich, powerful men eat all day long!”

I didn’t actually know anything about the lives of rich housewives, but that was what I imagined they did.

“Ask Aiko to make them, then. She’s an accomplished cook.”

“That’s not her job!”

“It is precisely her job,” he countered.

“Do you expect her to feed them to me too, then, instead of you?”

This conversation had entered the realm of absurdity and I knew it. But I couldn’t stop myself now. I was on a roll, and I was going right for the throat.

“You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, do you? You have no idea how to be my husband!”

Wylfrael’s wings sliced through the air in a violent motion. He caught my shoulders in his huge hands and pinned me with a savage gaze.

“Don’t I?” he hissed, and there was a warning in it, just like he’d warned Brekken. “Because all I can think about when I am near you is how wet you were that night. How you sounded when you came for me, and how you clung to me while you did it. All I can think about is being inside you, and,” his voice lowered an entire dangerous octave, “correct me if I’m wrong, bride, but those are exactly the sorts of things a husband should think, are they not?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re insane?” I breathed, unable to come up with a more coherent response to what he’d said. My mind was whirling, my blood pounding in my head, my breasts, my clit.

“No,” he said, releasing me, “though no one needs to tell me so for me to know it now.” He turned from me, so all I could see was muscled, leather-clad back, star-spun wings, and hair as bright as snow. “You were right when you said I’m a man who knows my own mind. And I know it well enough to know exactly when I lost it.”

“And when was that?” I asked, though I felt I already knew the answer.

“The moment that I found you.”

Neither of us spoke. Finally, I sighed.

“This isn’t working,” I said again, quietly this time.

Wylfrael’s wings twitched in tension, but he didn’t turn around.

“Tell me how to fix it.”

“I don’t think there is any fixing it,” I replied. “It’s going to just be a grin-and-bear-it situation until this is all over.”

“No,” Wylfrael said, turning around to face me once more. “Tell. Me. How. To. Fix. It.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Well, for one thing, you can’t just keep being gone all the time and only coming back when I’m sleeping. That should be obvious.”

“But that does not solve the other part.”

“The other...? Oh,” I trailed off weakly.

The other part where all he can think about is fucking me.

The problem was that he wasn’t the only one. I burned from my ears to my toes when I thought of that night. I’d masturbated thinking of that night. When I couldn’t sleep, before Wylfrael came home, I’d slid my fingers inside myself, trying to replicate the feeling of his hand and imagining what would have happened if I hadn’t told him to stop.

“Alright, I... I have a proposition.”

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