Chains by Kristine Allen

(You didn’t think Jasmine and Nico would go out without a bang, did you?)

Three Years Later….

Istood in wait around the corner. Silent, I waited for my prey to get close enough that I could take her by surprise.

The second I saw her, my hand shot out to cover her mouth. Her eyes went wide, and I pulled her in front of me as I gripped the front of her neck with my other hand. “Not a peep,” I whispered in her ear.

She whimpered, and blood surged through my veins like a fire. Heart pounding, adrenaline pulsing with each beat, I pulled her with me through the open doorway. Quietly, I kicked it shut.

The tip of my nose skimmed the edge of her ear before I nipped it with my teeth. At her squeak behind my hand, I gripped her throat tighter, feeling the vibrations of her moan against my palm as I bit and licked the side of her neck.

“Not a peep,” I whispered as I spun us to face the wall. “Palms to the wall. Now.”

Immediately she complied, and my dick throbbed in my jeans.

I slid my hands down and around to cup her perfect tits, then slipped one into her leggings. “I fucking love these on you,” I murmured in her ear.

She gave a chuckle as her ass pushed back into my painfully hard erection. “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

“I missed you. So I burned back tonight. Angel didn’t complain; he was just as eager to get home.”

There would be time tomorrow to tell her about the outcome of our mission. Her father had dropped off the face of the earth shortly before our wedding three years ago, and that made Angel nervous. We were always one step behind him, and it was infuriating both Angel and me. We’d finally gotten a break, but someone else had gotten to him. Not that he would’ve lasted much longer. He was nothing more than a walking corpse.

Shaking off the memories that had no place in my mind when my hand was cupping my wife’s pussy, I bit the slope of her shoulder. “They’re all asleep?” I asked as I kissed the bruised flesh.

“Finally, yes.” Her reply was a breathless gasp.

“I knew if I let them know I was here, they’d never go to bed,” I said with a dark chuckle. Slowly, I slid the stretchy black fabric along with the lace of her thong over the lush curve of her ass. Pausing long enough to squeeze each perfect globe in my hands, I continued to tease her neck.

“Draco fell trying to keep up with Ehria and Angeline at my brother’s. He skinned his knee, so he’s been playing that up. And Adira is teething. It’s been a long day,” she said, but it ended in a squeak when I pinched her clit.

Then I lifted her baggy sweater up, and she lifted her hands long enough for me to pull it off. I tossed it to the side and made quick work of removing her bra. It went by the wayside, and I crouched to push the leggings down her perfect golden legs until she stepped out of them. Each inch I revealed, I kissed.

When I stood again, I wrapped her dark hair around my hand and fisted it before pulling her head back. “Have you been good or bad while I was gone?” I whispered, allowing my lips to brush the shell of her ear as I spoke.

“Wha-What do you mean?”

“What did I tell you before I left?”

“Not to touch myself,” she breathed, catching on.

“So?”

“I was bad,” she admitted, and I growled in her ear. Releasing her hair, I spun her around, lifted her, and carried her to the bed.

“On your fucking knees,” I demanded.

She did, and I saw the evidence of her arousal on the insides of her thighs. I swirled a fingertip through her pink slit before moving up to circle her clit. When she whined and tried to rub herself on me, I laid my hand across her ass with a crack. She tensed briefly, but I felt the gush of wetness on my hand that said she loved it. A satisfied grin kicked the corner of my mouth up before I teased her by stroking in and out a few times.

She cried out when I pulled away and stepped back.

“Watch me,” I instructed and sucked her arousal off my finger. Her eyes dilated, and her lips parted.

Slowly, I undressed. She was panting, and lust shone in her eyes as she watched, but I didn’t change my pace. When I stood naked next to the bed, I took my hard length in my hand and squeezed. A drop of precum beaded at my tip as I slid my hand up and down. When I got to the end, I pinched and twisted my grip, catching the drop and using it and the ones after as lubricant with each stroke. Lids heavy, I gazed at her as she hungrily stared at me.

“Do you like it when I take care of myself and you don’t get anything?” Inside, I gloated at the desire that burned in her honey-gold eyes.

“No,” she whispered.

“So what do you think I should do to you?”

“I don’t know,” she replied.

Tsking, I shook my head as I moved to the other side of the bed. She followed my every move. I hopped up on the bed and reclined on the pillow, then went back to teasing her as I played with myself.

“I think you do,” I said as I cocked a brow.

She licked her lips and crawled over to me. “What if I said I’d make it up to you?”

“Hmm, how?”

Her tongue went out as she leaned over me and licked around the tip of my cock. When she suckled the head, my eyes rolled back, but I remained silent. Her slender fingers curled around my wrist as she guided my hand for a few strokes, then pushed it off me.

As she did, she swallowed my cock until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly. Not that it deterred her. She drew back but plunged forward again. I let her do that as long as I could stand it, then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She released my shaft with a pop.

“Get up here. I want you on my cock,” I ground out.

Triumph flickered in her eyes as she straddled my hips. I held them in a bruising grip as she reached down to line my cock up with her soaking wet core. Right as she started to lower herself, I stopped her. She glared and huffed.

“Jasmine?”

“Yes?”

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” she said on a whine as she tried to drop down.

“You don’t finger yourself, you don’t use a toy, you don’t so much as put it close to the jets in the tub unless I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Okay,” she said, and her walls clenched around the tip of my length that was inside her.

I chuckled, then drove my hips up and shoved myself balls deep into her tight heat. She sighed, and I clenched my jaw because I was already on the verge of coming.

“Goddamn, baby,” I said through my teeth.

Her wicked grin had me shaking my head. “Can I fuck you now?” she purred.

I smacked her ass again, and her walls tightened around me. “Are you going to disobey me again?”

“Will I get punished like this if I do?” she asked with a mock expression of worry.

“Yes,” I said with a smirk.

She rose, then dropped down, her pussy swallowing my cock. Instinctively, my hips thrust up to meet her downward motion. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips over mine. “Then yes,” she said before she bit my lower lip. Pulling back enough to stare in my eyes, she ground on me.

With her leaned forward, I released her hips and cupped her tits that were swinging above me. Rolling her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, I worked them to stiff points before I reached up to suck on them one at a time.

“Nico,” she begged as she rode me.

I grabbed her and flipped her to her back in the same motion as I drove deep into her. Her silky legs wrapped around my hips and curled around my thighs as she met me.

“Harder,” she taunted as she panted.

“Your wish is my command,” I said with a groan. Each snap of my hips was harder and faster than the last, until I was pistoning into her tight, wet, heat.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I fell to my elbows as I buried my face in her neck. Hot kisses were followed by my teeth scraping her sensitive flesh. Gasps, grunts, moans, and the slapping of our sweat-slicked skin filled the room.

“I’m going to come, Nico. Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

Those words were all it took to break my control. As my cock began to pulse in her clenching cunt, I roared into her neck.

“Yesssssss!” she shouted.

“Shhh!” I replied as I reveled in the euphoria of our shared orgasm.

My body gave a shudder as I drove deep one last time, and I hissed.

“I missed you,” she said, repeating my earlier words.

My lips curved up into a happy grin. “I could tell.”

She snorted as she gave her hips a jerk. I laughed but then groaned as I started to slip out of her perfect heaven.

Catching our breath, we held each other. “I love you,” I said into her damp skin.

“I love you too,” she said as her arms tightened around my back. I lifted my head to gaze at my beautiful wife.

A cry sounded from down the hall, and my head dropped to the center of her chest.

I crawled off her as she pouted, and I chuckled. Wiping my wet dick with my dirty T-shirt, I open a drawer and grabbed some sleeping pants. She lay there staring at me with a Madonna-like smile as I stepped into the flannel and lifted it over my hips.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said as she continued to smile.

With a soft laugh, I shook my head again and padded down the hall to Adira’s room. I lifted her from her crib where she stood, holding the bars, crying. As soon as her head hit my shoulder, she stopped. As I went to sit in the rocker, I grabbed some teething gel off her dresser.

I’d settled into the chair when my son shuffled into the doorway. He sleepily rubbed his eyes.

“Hey, buddy,” I said softly as I rubbed the gel on Adria’s gums, then wiped the excess on my pants.

“I fell today and hurt my knee,” he said with his bottom lip stuck out.

I waved him in, and he shuffled over to stand next to me. Adria chewed on her fingers as she blinked her spiky lashes, tipped in her tears. I wrapped my arm around him and kissed his dark, sleep-tousled hair. As I did often, I marveled at the ability to touch someone and not be blasted with their memories. The crazy-ass potion Madame Laveaux had made had indeed worked for all our children after we drank it.

Thank God.

He climbed up in my lap and rested his head on my shoulder as he traced the tattoos on my skin. Adira copied him and laid her head on my other shoulder. We silently rocked for a few minutes. Movement had me raising my gaze to the door.

Ehria stood there blinking slowly. She too shuffled in. There was no room in my lap, so she stood to the side and hugged me and her sister. “We missed you, Daddy,” she murmured.

I tilted my head to rest on hers as I smiled.

“I missed you too, baby girl,” I said.

“Is there a party in here that I didn’t get invited to?” Jasmine said from the open door.

“It would appear so,” I said with a wink.

“Daddy’s home,” Draco said.

“I see this,” she said to him as if we hadn’t been doing very dirty things ten minutes ago. She approached us, and I appreciated the soft sway of her hips in her knit pajama pants.

“We should probably get to bed so Daddy can too. He’s very tired after all the work he was doing,” she said as she shot me a smirk.

“But I wanna stay with him,” Draco grumped.

“Mimi is going to be here tomorrow. Remember, she’s going to make cookies with you, but not if you’re tired and grouchy,” Jasmine cajoled. My mother had moved down here to help us with Ehria and now Adira.

The genes were being passed on to all my female children, which was why Jasmine and I had decided the three of them were probably enough. We didn’t know if we could handle a third little wolf cub in the house, though they wouldn’t actually shift until they reached puberty.

Heaven help us all when that happened.

“Buddy, you need to get to bed so you can be rested up. Would you like to go to the park tomorrow?”

His brows rose comically at my question. “Yes!” he said in an excited whisper.

“Me too?” Ehria whispered, keeping with the mood.

“You too, but only if you both get your little butts to bed,” I said sternly, trying not to smile. They both rushed out of the room with excited whispers between them. I heard their doors close.

Jasmine gently lifted a now sleeping Adira and set her back in her crib. She kissed her fingertips and pressed them to her dark, downy head.

“You ready to go back to bed, husband?” she asked with a waggle of her brows.

I held out a hand that she clasped in hers as I stood and reeled her in. “Why yes, wife. I am.”

We tiptoed back down the hall, and she welcomed me home again.

The End.