Page 33 of Wicked Things
“Show me what your pussy tastes like,” he says evenly. He’s too controlled, everything about him held under tight guard. I know he wants to climb in the back and claim me right now. I know exactly what he wants to do to me, to make me howl and beg and plead with him for mercy, for him toallowme to come, but he’s keeping a tight leash on himself, at least one eye on the road. “Slide your fingers into my mouth, and let me suck every bit of you clean,” he says evenly.
I almost come from hearing him say those words alone. Reaching through to the front of the car, I rub my slick, soaking wet fingertips against his lips, and for a very brief second his eyes flicker closed, his expression shuttering in the most addicting way. The tip of his tongue darts out and makes contact with my fingers, and a terse, savage groan rips from his throat. “God,” he hisses. “Holy fuckingshit.”
I push my fingers past his lips, into his mouth—hot, wet, his tongue laving and licking me, cleaning me, tasting me. One second Zeth’s teeth are biting down on me, his breathing growing faster and faster, and then the Camaro’s tires are screeching, and he’s stopping the car. Not at the ride of the road. Not discreetly hidden beyond the tree line. He stops right in the middle of both lanes, slamming onto the breaks. Two seconds later, he’s out of the car and he’s ripping his seat forward, roughly taking hold of me and then pulling my naked form from the car.
It’s still raining, pouring in fact, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“You’re too fucking much, Sloane. I can’t fucking take it anymore.” He carries me around the front of the car, quickly placing a hand on the hood of the Camaro, presumably checking to see if it’s hot or not (it isn’t), and then he’s laying me down, spreading my legs open wide, and he’s burying his tongue in my pussy. Using the very tip, he strokes and flicks, licks, laves and sucks, feasting on me, devouring me piece by piece. He claims me with his mouth with such urgency that I don’t stand a fucking chance. His fingers bite into the flesh of my thighs as he goes about his task, and I close my legs around his head, unable to stand another moment. The rain crashes down on my naked body, running over my bare breasts, washing me clean as I come. I scream his name, hands fisted in his hair as I rock and grind against his mouth like a woman possessed.
I fall back against the hood of the car, completely unable to move, but Zeth isn’t done with me. He rears back, tearing his leather jacket from his body and dropping it in the middle of the road. His drenched t-shirt comes next, and then he’s frantically ripping at his belt and his jeans, yanking them down his body. He doesn’t remove them all the way. That would require him to dispose of his shoes and his socks, and I already know he can’t wait that long.
In amidst the haze of his need, a flash of something tender crosses his face. He places one hand directly onto my as yet flat stomach, and a bright, emotional light shines in his eyes.
“Mother of my child,” he grinds out. “You’re the only woman in the world who could be this for me, Sloane. You’re the only woman alive who can possibly give methis. I fucking swear to god I’m going to make sure you get your happily ever after.”
He doesn’t remove his hand as he pushes himself inside me. I’m suddenly full, full to bursting. Some men are afraid of hurting the baby when they make love to their newly pregnant wives or girlfriends, but not Zeth. He takes me with a force that leaves me breathless. With every thrust, every deep, ferocious drive of his hips, he groans, losing himself, running his hands all over my body, leaning over me to bite and suck on my breasts, fisting my hair, biting my neck, no part of me left unattended to by him.
“You’re mine. You’re fucking mine, Sloane.Always,” he gasps.
“Yes, fuck, yes.” I wrap myself around him, clinging to him, refusing to let him go as he pounds into me, grinding his teeth together. And then we’re both coming, me crying out, him roaring up at the stormy night sky as our climaxes overtake us. There is no beginning. There is no end. The is only me, and him, and now…another life, resting inside my belly between us. Something perfect, and wonderful and unexpected.
Zeth collapses over me, and I can feel his heart hammering away in his chest. He strokes him hands up and down my sides, his cock pulsing inside me every few seconds as the aftershocks of his orgasm tease their way through him. Carefully, so very, very carefully, he slides down my body until his forehead is resting on my stomach.
“This is a game changer, you realize,” he says, his voice slightly muffled. “You really are stuck with me forever now.”
“That’s all I want in the world,” I whisper back.
He moves, his chin resting lightly on my belly so he can look up at me, his hands braced against my hips. The rain pelts our bodies, running down his face, soaking his hair, and he is fucking magnificent. The most beautiful, raw, magnificent man to ever walk this earth. My breath catches in my throat, making it almost impossible to breathe.
“When I get the courage up,” he says softly. “I’m going to ask you to marry me. And I seriously fucking hope you say yes.”
Time simply stops moving forward. A moment, an eternal moment, passes between us, where I try not to burst into tears. I never once thought this man would be healed enough to say something like that to me. That he feels he can now is a testimony to how much we’ve been through, how much we’ve endured and fought through to be with one another.
“I love you, Zeth Mayfair,” I whisper. “You already know what my answer will be.”
A gentle smile dares to tease the corners of Zeth’s mouth. Despite the rain and the heavy, swollen blanket of clouds that hang in the sky overhead, he looks for all the world like the goddamn sun just came out.
“Good,” he says. “Then maybe I won’t have to be so brave after all.”
FIFTEEN
SLOANE
I hate this redheaded bitch, standing in the doorway to the engineering room. Her nose is crinkled in distaste. My vomit was cleared up a silent, mousy-looking woman with braids, who didn’t register any emotion as she knelt beside my cot and took care of the mess. There’s no smell anymore, no sign that I was unwell, and yet Alaska’s making a show of being well and truly grossed out. I guess working so long at the hospital, dealing with so many sick people, has desensitized me to puke—I deal with far worse bodily fluids on a daily basis—but she’s acting like I’m the most unsavory person on the planet.
“Your knight in shining armor is coming to rescue you,” Alaska says, her eyes roving around the engineering room, studying the ceiling with feigned interest. “He’s going to arrive early, of course. And he’s going to bring friends, I’m sure, even though I’ve told him not to. But he’s coming.”
“And what happens to him when he gets here?” Dread courses through my veins as I ask the question. I don’t expect her to tell me what she has in store for Zeth, why she took me in the first place, and to what end. She doesn’t let me down. Sighing heavily, she rolls her eyes. “That, you’re just going to have to wait and see, aren’t you?” She fixes those cool, unimpressed blue eyes of hers on me, and her utter disgust shines out at me. “I never thought he’d get someone pregnant,” she says. “That just…it doesn’t even make any sense.”
I see it then—the catch of jealousy. I hear it in her voice. She’sangry, even. My mouth feels like it’s filled with sawdust when I say, “That’s the problem with you people. You all think you know him. You all think you know what to expect of him. But trust me…you don’t have a clue what the real Zeth Mayfair is like.”
A wretched smirk, sour and twisted, tugs at her mouth. “You’re trying to tell me he’s a soft-hearted family man.Really?”
I allow my head to rock back, resting against the metal bars at the top of the cot. “No. Not at all. I’m saying he’s all alpha. He’s claimed me as his, and he put his child inside me to prove it. He’s not softhearted in the slightest. He’s raw, and he’s violent, and his heart is filled with vengeance, I’m sure. You should never have taken me. He’s going to do anything in his power to destroy you when he arrives like a tornado on your doorstep, Alaska… and he’s averyresourceful,verydetermined man. I’m merely letting you know that you’ve underestimated his fury.” I give her a second to digest that. “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, I knowexactlywhat I’m doing, Doctor Romera,” she snaps, snarling at me. “I’ve been planning this for some time. And don’t worry—I’ve had plenty of help. All the T’s have been crossed. All the I’s have been dotted. Now I highly suggest you shut your mouth and behave yourself for the next little while, otherwise I’m going to be forced to gag you. And puking through a gag would be pretty damn difficult, don’t you think?”
“Fuck you.”
