38
“You threw her to the wolves,” Ryker accuses, throwing back his scotch.
“Ainsley will be fine,” I tell him, “But I have not thrown her to the wolves.”
“What do you call it?” He snaps.
“What would you have me do?” I growl.
He sighs and places his face in his hands, shaking his head, and then he abruptly gets up, heading for the door without a word. It’ll take him a few days but he’ll understand I did what was necessary for this city.
When he’s gone and the silence settles around me I finally stand and head for the bedroom, finding Wren tucked under the sheets in our bed.
Her wild hair spreads across the pillow, the color a stark contrast against the white of the pillow.
It was over for now.
Valentine was gone, Wren was safe and the Syndicate have backed off.
I wasn’t stupid enough to believe it was done, that they wouldn’t try again but for now, I could actually sit back a little.
Stripping, I climb in behind Wren, pulling her closer to me. Her naked skin brushes against mine, warm and welcoming and when my hand runs down the length of her, she shivers under my touch, turning to face me.
I capture her mouth, kissing her roughly and pressing her back into the mattress, touching and tasting her skin.
Her fingernails scrape down my back, biting into my skin and I growl into her mouth, my need for her burning with each second that passes. I settle between her thighs, my cock pressing into her warm and sensitive flesh. Her back bows off the bed, her breasts pushed out and I capture a nipple between my teeth, nibbling at it as my other hand slides down her stomach before sliding through her folds and finding her clit. Her arousal smears across my fingers, making it oh so easy to tease her and have her panting under my weight. I slide a finger inside, capturing the gasp that leaves her lips with my own and unable to wait any longer, I position my cock at her entrance and slam forward, burying myself all the way to the hilt.
Her cries echo through the darkened bedroom, mixed with the quickening tempo of skin hitting skin as I fuck her.
She was mine. She would always be fucking mine.
A queen.
The light in the darkness of my life.
“Lex!” She screams, widening her thighs but I grab one leg and force it back, lifting it so her ankle rests on my shoulder.
“Who do you belong to?” I grin against her mouth.
She laughs but it cuts off as I shift my hips, pushing in at a slightly different angle, rubbing up against that sweet spot inside her.
“Who?” I press.
“You!” She breathes.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” Her nails claw at my skin, “Yes,please.”
I suddenly pull out of her body but before she can protest, I grip her hips and spin her, tugging her up so she’s on her knees. My hand resting on the base of her spine, I reenter, the feel of her warm pussy enveloping me making my balls draw up and pleasure to shoot down my spine.
“Fuck,” I rasp, sliding in deep and reaching around to pinch her clit between my fingers. She bucks back, crying out but then begins to move herself, sliding herself up and down my shaft searching for that high.
I watch, my fingers working over her flesh as she becomes tighter and tighter until she finally snaps. Her cry of ecstasy echoes through the penthouse and when she finally calms, her body drops but I don’t stop. I fuck her hard, pushing her body into the mattress with each deep thrust until my release stills my hips and I spill inside her.
With her head turned, she looks at me over her shoulder, breathing hard.
Slowly, I brush a piece of hair from her face, letting my fingers linger on her cheek before I lean in and kiss it, whispering into her ear, “Are you ready to rule, little bird?”
“With you,” she sucks my finger into her mouth, “always.”