Page 11 of Bound to the Chef

CHAPTER6

RHYLEE

Exhaustion swamps my senses as I do my best to stay awake. I never want this moment to end. But then, all good dreams do, I suppose. At least this time, I'll be waking up to my own happily ever after instead of monumental dread.

I'm not sure how everything turned out so right, but who am I to question it? As much as my mind tries to churn, I find I don’t actually care. Not when Master Jason's heat surrounds me, threatening to pull me back under.

Honestly, I'm so tired, so exhausted, and frankly, just so wrung out. Now that the adrenaline spike is over, my body feels like it can finally relax.Even so, I shift about in his arms, assuring myself that he’s real and not some figment of my mind.

“Shhhh. I got you,” he whispers, tightening his grip around me. “And I'm never letting you go.”

Wife.

The word thrums through my head in an endless refrain. And it isn't because he's saying it. Not out loud, at least. Every heartbeat pounds with the word. It's etched on my bones and written on my heart. But somehow, I still can't believe it.

“Neither can I, my love.” His soft, steady tone permeates my brain as his warm breath washes over my skin. “I could only hope it was you.”

I blink up at him, forcing my eyes to open. I don't want to miss even a moment of this. My vision swims as Master Jason gathers me even closer. I can feel his love in a way I've never felt from him before.

In my mind, I always knew he cared for me. Hell, the fact that he was willing to defy the government just to have me is proof enough. But it’s still not the same as the feelings that come crashing into me with every breath.

Now that he's inside of me, an integral part of who I am, I can feel just how strong, just how profound those feelings are. The love he showed me before claiming me pales in comparison. It's as if his heart is lay bare for me to see. In some ways, it's so awe-inspiring that it leaves me speechless.

“I can feel your love in return, my pet. Never doubt that yours is any less than mine because you cannot find the words. Your heart will always speak for you.”

Fresh tears gather in my eyes as I let my head drop back against the makeshift nest. “When did you become so poetic?”

“The moment you said, I do.” He shifts his hips, testing to see how deflated his knot is. “I need to get you home and tend to your shoulder. Can you relax enough for me to separate myself from you?”

His purr washes over my body, making every inch of me relax under the onslaught. Such a lovely sound as it ripples over me and seeps deep inside my soul. Once I'm pliant in his arms, he rocks his cock back and forth.

Instead of causing pain as he was worried about, pleasure zips up my spine, making me bow up in his arm. “Please,” I cry out as every nerve stands on end. “I- Oh please.”

“I hear you, my little wife. You may come whenever you wish. The endorphins will help this process.” His purr turns into a ferocious growl, making the embers of lust catch fire until I'm a wet, needy mess all over again.

Reaching between my thighs, I stroke my clit. It's already so hard, so needy, so insistent. With how I feel, it probably won't take me too much effort to get off again. Besides, Master Jason knows that bite of pain always helps get me there.

I stare up into his face as he concentrates on what he's trying to do. His jaw jumps as he grits his teeth. Each movement is slow as he does his best not to harm me or tear the sensitive flesh enveloping his thick girth.

Soft sobs slip from my lips, but not from pain. Yes, there's a bite of discomfort, but more than that is the need to orgasm. With each swipe of my fingertips, I get closer, but it's not enough. I need something else. I need more.

“I hear you, my pet. Remember, I love you, because this is going to hurt like I hate you.” He tugs on his hips, freeing the knot from my pussy.

Pain and pleasure explode through my body as my orgasm finally crashes over me. Shards of blissful agony race down my limbs, making me quake as I continue to rub my clit. My hips rock up and down as I wring every last bit of pleasure I can from my body.

Master Jason lifts my thighs and inspects me as my body tries to calm down. “Well, you're still in one piece. That’s good at least. Now, let's get you home.”

As he scoops me into his arms, Aaron and Michelle come racing into the room, their eyes wide as unease wafts off their bodies. “Is everyone all right?” the Alpha barks out, his body primed for action.

“Yes,” Master Jason smirks, tucking me under his arm. “Just had to dislodge myself.”

“You scared us half to death!” Michelle cries out, grabbing onto her husband’s arm. “Normally there's not a lot of noise in this room...” She trails off as she looks at my neck. “Oh! I see. Congratulations to you both!”

“Thank you.” My words are soft, barely audible above the noise in the rest of the club.

Aaron steps forward, his brows knit in concern. “Let Michelle get a basic bandage on her wound before you leave. You don't want your mark getting infected.”

With a heavy sigh, Master Jason lifts his arm and allows me to leave. “Grab her some clothes while you're at it, please. I also don't want her naked as we drive home. I had intended on taking care of her there, but you’re probably right. I can only think of how badly I want to get her away from everyone else and keep her all to myself.”

---