Page 74 of Merciless
"Relax, love." Mari placed my arm back down at my side. "Don't force it, you'll make it worse."
I let out a frustrated groan, staring up at the ceiling. "We have all the time in the world after I'm better, I guess."
Mari laughed and when I looked at her again, she was pulling her shirt off and tossing it to a far corner of the room. Four pairs of eyes were now locked on her, bared to us. And from the way her hips wriggled out of her pants, she loved every piece of the attention.
"I never saideverythingwas off the table." She crawled over me, one hand pushing my shirt up my abdomen.
A moment of hesitation hit me like I'd never felt before. I didn't look the same. I was thinner, although I'd get back to my normal weight in time. More scars covered me now, from my injuries in the dungeon and multiple surgeries. I'd never been a guy who was self-conscious of my looks before, so that sudden moment of doubt was jarring to me now.
I realized it was all for nothing as Mari's touch ran over me, just as indulgent and exploratory as she'd always been. If anything, she was even more eager now, making off with the rest of my clothes in a hurry. A heady thrill chased away the last of my self-consciousness, seeing that my wife wanted me just as fucking badly as I wanted her.
"Come here."
Her kiss pressed me down into the mattress, dark hair falling all around us like a curtain. She met me with every lash of tongue, scrape of lips, and sinking of teeth. It was every kiss I fantasized about when I missed her, all the pent up passion and longing and aching for months. I poured it all into her mouth and she gave hers to me.
"I won't repeat the past," she told me in a hushed whisper against my lips. "I promise."
"Neither will I," I panted, dizzy with love and lack of breath.
She stole the air out of my mouth again and again and I kept giving it to her, knowing she deserved more. I lost track of the other guys until Mari started down my body, the curtain of her hair pulled back as she lingered kisses over my abdomen. Beyond her, I saw three vaguely amused expressions looking back at me.
"Should we go?" Jandro asked, his grin widening.
"Fuck no," I barked. "The doctor says I'm not ready for the main event." I touched Mari's arm, the furthest I could reach without pain, as she headed lower. "So you fuckers better do what I can't."
"Y'all heard him." Jandro stood up, shucked off his shirt, and pulled apart his belt buckle. "Sounds like a direct order from the pres to me."
Gunner and Shadow quickly got up and started stripping as well, while Mari took an indulgent peak over her shoulder to watch.
Me? I grabbed a pillow for my head for a better angle to watch and relax.
Per the medic's orders.
Twenty-Nine
MARIPOSA
Reaper’s cock pulsed with an insistent need against my belly, but I didn’t want to direct my attention there just yet. I wanted to learn my husband’s body again, taste his skin and reacquaint myself with the man I had pushed away for so long.
I started at his collarbones, following the path to his throat with my fingertips and then my lips. He was missing his signature smell of cloves and whiskey, but I knew that would return as our life went back to normal. Regardless, he smelled delicious and masculine as I dragged my mouth indulgently down his chest.
He had some injuries here, healing scars creating blank spots in the large tattoo covering his torso. Shadow would fill them in, no doubt, so I kissed them lightly while they were visible. Reaper had endured so much. From me, from his time in captivity, and still now, from his painful recovery. He deserved every moment of R&R that he was ordered to take.
But that didn’t mean I had to deprive him.
“Come here,Mariposita.” With a hand on my back, Jandro directed me to the side of Reaper’s body while I continued to kiss him and explore lower. I wasn’t sure what he and the others had planned. My focus was on a single person for the time being.
Or was it?
I paused, taking note of four other distinct sparks of excitement in my chest. They were separate from my own and easy to miss if I didn’t pay attention, but still there all the same. I smiled against Reaper’s skin, realizing it was the bonds between my men and I. It wastheirexcitement I was feeling, an echo of the bonds harnessed by the gods. I couldn’t see from their perspectives anymore, nor borrow their abilities, but I loved knowing that we still had this--a tangible connection we could feel.
A warm hand pressed between my legs as palms swept over my ass and my back. My face hovered just over Reaper’s cock now, and I dragged my tongue down the length of it, unable to contain myself any longer.
“Oh fuck,” he cursed, his cock practically jumping at the contact with my mouth.
The familiar heat of him pulsed beneath my lips in time with the heat blooming between my legs. Jandro rubbed and caressed me there, stoking my fire while the others threw kindling on by touching me everywhere else.
A palm slid up my back to hold the nape of my neck, then a mouth breathed harshly against my ear. “Can I have your ass, baby girl?”
