Page 24 of Phobia
The wax figures.
I nodded.
I loved being his, and everyone knowing it.
No one could touch me but him.
Adam lowered me to the ground, drawing himself out, my need smearing against my thigh. I whimpered at the loss of him, and he twisted me around, guiding my splayed hands to the wall. He kicked my feet apart and angled my body to bend. His knuckles brushed against the plump contour of my ass, directing his cock back to its rightful home. His fingers closed around mine as he thrust inside me, my attention tipped toward the people.
They still hadn’t realized.
Adam’s tempo quickened, my body absorbing each brandishing, the slick squelch of my pussy practically turning my body boneless, my moans becoming more urgent.
We were going to get caught.
And I didn’t care.
I didn’t care because I was the freest with him—free of inhibition or the plagued rules of society. With him, I was an invincible wolf—his equal—not the scared, timid rabbit I’d always believed myself to be.
Adam’s fingers hooked around my throat, squeezing my airways until my vision spotted and my heart drummed. I clenched around his cock as the second orgasm snuck up on me, and I shattered. Euphoria robbed me of all cognizant thought, and my head tipped back, the sharp cry wrenching free from my lips.
“What the hell was that?”one guy asked. From my peripheral, he leaned forward, but I didn’t meet his eyes.
Adam wrenched my head to meet his hungry lips, devouring me as his strokes found their momentum again. His tongue dipped into my mouth, lashing against my own, his fingers clutching firmly against my jaw, claiming me.
“Oh shit,” someone said, followed by a breathy chuckle. “I think…”
Their curiosity was Adam’s kryptonite. His body practically swelled. His thrusts quickened, short and desperate, like he refused for there to be an inch of space between us.
“No fucking way,” another voice blurted.
My husband made an urgent sound of desperation, and my body moved against him, beckoning his release. He gripped me fiercely, binding me in place, his lips eating up mine. Warmth flooded me, his cock kicking as he came inside of me, groaning out a "fuck" into my mouth.
He broke the kiss, satiated, as he examined my face. “Are you a rabbit or a wolf?” he murmured.
It was the same question every time. Some people got "I love you" post coitus—I got the reminder of just how far I’d come.
Wolves were fearless. They mated for life.
“A wolf where it counts,” I replied, wetting my lips, rolling them together. “But a rabbit when you need something to chase.”
He laughed through his nose, nuzzling me. “Mylittle rabbit,” he reminded, feathering his lips against mine. “And my wolf, too.”
A low whistle interrupted the moment. Adam leaned back, glancing toward the two bystanders who were rooted in place. Their mouths popped open, their eyes distended.
There was no mistaking the bloating in their pants, either.
“Show’s over.” Adam warned, jerking his head to the gallery entrance. “Leave or I bury you. Your choice.”
I wouldn’t put it past him, either.
“Jesus,” the shorter of the two said, reaching for his buddy, heaving him in his direction.
“Was that Adam Ryan?” he asked.
We never heard his response.
Adam slid out of me, the plug of his cock releasing thick ropes of his cum dribbling over my swollen lower lips. “Shit,” he mumbled, his face a slate of sheepishness and pride. He scratched at the back of his neck, staring at the mess. “I didn’t think that through.”
