Page 25 of His Public Claim
“I was always yours.” She puts her hand on my cheek and it’s so tender and affectionate it almost overwhelms the lust for her that’s still pulsing in my arteries. “Now fuck me, as I know you can, and give me a baby.”
It’s so unexpected, I laugh. A whole-hearted bubble of delight that she returns with a grin.
“I knew you’d look amazing when you laughed. I didn’t realise it would feel wonderful too.” She twists her hips meaningfully.
“Mmmm.” I’d slowed and been distracted by our sweet revelations but now I speed up using her, bouncing her on me. “You like taking your man’s cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“My little come slut. Make me give it to you. I’ll fill you to overflowing, I’ll breed you until you’re swollen.”
She’s breathing hard, and I know she can come again.
“Touch yourself,” I order.
There’s surprise in her expression, but she doesn’t hesitate, drawing her hand down between her legs as I pump her on me, thrusting up synchronously.
“Good girl. So beautiful and sexy,” I tell her as she lets me use her and pleasures herself at the same time. I whisper more filthy, loving words about how she feels on me, and how I’ve wanted her for so long, as she works her clit. Her other hand grips my shoulder, holding herself upright. My fingers are clasping her waist so hard I fear she’ll have bruises tomorrow. I don’t care. She’ll have my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly soon enough. And she’s brave, my little mouse. She can take everything I have to give.
And although she’s already come twice, it’s not long before she tightens and then breaks, coming on my cock again. This time, I let her pull me over too. I come so hard it’s a white-hot laser. Spurt after spurt wracks me. We’re both convulsing, our combined pleasure even better than the orgasms prior. We meld together. I give her everything.
She collapses onto my chest, and I clasp her to me, pressing my lips to her cheek. Keeping her close, I can never get close enough. One arm holds her across her waist, and I push my hand into her hair and tighten into a fist. It’s warm silk over my knuckles.
“I love you. You’re my whole world.” My pulse gradually slows. She goes to move her weight off me, and I hold her more firmly, tugging her hair a little and making her gasp.
“I’ll never let you go, myshka.”
“My wolf. I’d never leave you.”
Shifting us over into a lying position across the sofa, I grab a cushion and slip it under her bottom as I pull out.
“I’m keeping all that seed inside you,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around my love. Burying my face in her neck, I breathe in her orange-blossom scent. The sun warms my skin and shines through her blonde hair.
“Lev.” She sighs, sounding as content as I feel. “Later, I want to photograph you. Without any clothes on.”
“Anything,” I promise. “And then I’ll breed you again, my little mouse.”
EPILOGUE
LEV
9 years later
I watch her from the shadows, behind a pillar in a quiet corner of the large hall. She’s taking a photograph of photographs, her back to me, her blonde hair in a little ponytail that is falling out, and all her concentration is on framing her shot. I’m tempted to pick my phone out of my pocket and capture the moment, which is so ridiculous I want to laugh. My pretty, blonde girl. I live to protect her, love her more than I thought possible.
On elegantly angled boards there are dozens of images displayed from London’s best photographers. Some black and white, some bright colours. The theme of the charity auction this year is family, and the picture she’s looking at is familiar. A photograph in black and white of a couple with four children. All laughing at an in-joke, they’re the picture of joy. Two of the kids are fair-haired, like their mother, whereas the father has fine lines spreading from his eyes and grey at his temples, but otherwise black hair like thetoddler and baby. Despite their light colouring, there’s no doubt that the children are his. It’s not visible in that photo, but they all have their father’s grey eyes, and under the childish roundness both Feyina and her brother Volody have the same square jawline.
I sometimes tease the kids that they sent me grey, but however much they drive me to distraction, I’d burn the whole of London down to keep them safe. When she’s concerned I’m taking everything too seriously, Nicole likes to whisper that I’m her silver wolf. She knows it leads to me taking my wife to bed to prove to her over and over again, several times a night, that I’m far from past it.
Next to the family portrait there are four pictures, one taken by the four of us able to use a camera. Our two littlest ones will have photos shown too, once they’re old enough. Feyina took a bright colour photograph of our garden on a morning this spring. There are five sets of footprints in the dew, and a set of pawprints. The whole family out for a walk, one being carried by me, and our clever girl circled back to capture it. Volody’s photo is of his toys in a life-or-death battle over… Something. He explained, but honestly however many times I listen, it makes little sense.
Then there are the photographs taken by Nicole and me. Of each other. Always of each other, secret images when the other isn’t watching. We both love to take these secret pictures, and while there’s no need for either of us to hide anymore, a bit of light stalking is practically our brand.
Hence, I’m enjoying a bit of stalking my eldest daughter while she’s still my baby. She’ll be a young woman and off doing things away from her mother and me before long. Feyina’s name means “free one”, and we chose it for our first-born daughter because we swore that our children would be able to do anything they wanted. They wouldnever be stifled, or forced to pay for our sins. They wouldn’t have to face unpleasant choices about protecting their family. We will do that for them, so they can be free.
Feyina already takes full advantage of that freedom, and is thick as thieves with her cousin, who’s only six months younger than her. David came to terms with Nicole and my relationship and was best man at our wedding. I think that was helped by him falling in love too.
Feyina shifts, trying to get the focus perfect. Off to the side, Volody is talking to Ada, who is carrying the baby and has a distracted toddler in the other hand—wait no—I think they’re playing rock paper scissors.
