Page 102 of Wretched Soul
Gravel crunches as Mace drops down in front of me. His hands wrap around my thighs and as he pulls me onto his mouth, I grab fistfuls of his hair. “Mace!” I cry out as his tongue cuts through my wetness.
He looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Do you think you could scream loud enough to wake the dead?”
Nodding is not the appropriate response, but I don’t care as his lips seal around my throbbing clit and my hips buck. “Yes!”
His hand is cool to the touch as it slides between my thighs. He parts me with fingers that plunge deep inside me, curling as he drives in and out, teasing that spot that’s going to have me seeing stars very soon.
I’m a quivering mess as the tip of his tongue circles my swollen clit. My pussy walls clench with each thrust of his hand, and I’m dripping all over his fingers, but I need more.
“Mace, I need you.” I tug on his hair. “Let me come around your cock. Please. Just fuck me!” I demand.
Mace stands and kisses me once before pivoting me around and bending me over the back seat. “I’m always going to give you what you want.”
I hear his zipper and then there’s a familiar pressure between my legs. I lift my hips as his hot cock slides between my cold thighs. He glides his length along the seam of my soaking wetcenter. His tip rubs against that throbbing bundle of nerves that has my legs shaking.
My whimper tells him I’m close, and he seats himself at my entrance. His entry is slow as he stretches me, but as he withdraws, he presses a hand against my spine to pin me down. His next thrust is hard, and when he buries his cock to the hilt, I let out a cry.
“You take me so well, Slayer,” he says as. “Always ready.” He slams into me again. “Always wanting more.”
His thighs slap against my cold ass, and the sting sparks the fire in my belly. Heat curls and coils until it can’t be contained.
“Mace!”
“Come for me, Lily,” he growls, thrusting harder. Then harder again. “Let me hear you.”
My fingers scrape along the leather car seat, but I can’t hold on. So I let go, and an explosion of ecstasy rips through my body. “Yes! Oh god, Mace! Yes!”
“That’s my beautiful wife,” Mace says, panting out the words as he rails into me.
My pussy clenches around him as his thrusts blur into a single point of release and he comes with a roar. He presses his chest against my back as our bodies contract and relax, over and over, and we ride out the aftershocks together.
“Now we can tell everyone you said yes,” he says. “I counted three times.”
I pant through my laughter as his hand trails along my arm and he takes my hand. My eyes are closed, but they open when his other arm comes across me and he slides something onto my finger.
“You choose now to put a ring on my finger?” I ask, raising my hand. The large princess-cut diamond sparks with the fire of the sunrise.
Mace slips out of me and slaps my ass. “Any complaints?” he asks as he stoops down to pull up my panties, and dresses me.
I turn around and tears blur my vision. “No complaints,” I whisper. “You do things in your own particular way, and I love you for it. I love you.”
Mace peppers kisses across my wobbling lips. “And I love you.”
“Just remember,” I say, because I have to have the last word. “We’re a partnership now. We do things together. We makejointdecisions.”
“Sure. Anything you say.”
He looks me straight in the eye as he says it, as if he hasn’t already made another huge decision without my knowledge. Of course, I don’t know this until we arrive home and drive through the main gates.
We’re waved through by security guards, which isn’t unusual in itself, but they’re not usually so blatantly ready and armed. As we draw closer to the house, I see lots of other strange activity. There are large trucks that weren’t there when we left before dawn, as well as a collection of cars of every shape and size. One looks like Kaitlyn’s red Ford.
I sit up in my seat. We’d stopped off for lunch and I’d been dozing on the drive home, but now I’m fully awake, pulse racing. “Has something bad happened?”
Mace puts the SUV in park. He’s smirking. “Not yet.”
My body tenses. Whatever this is, it’s been caused by my future husband. “What have you done, Mace?”
He turns in his seat to face me. “Before you start yelling, I have just one request.”
