Chapter 33
Recker didn’t take Alex to his suite in the main estate house. They didn’t go to Alex’s assigned suite either. Nope, it was time to introduce her to their new home, his cabin hidden behind the hedgerow at the rear of the main estate house.
He’d just made it up the steps of their cabin when Alex finally stirred. Looking around in confusion, she told him to put her down, she offered to walk, but fuck that. The next time his hands left her, it was going to be to strip her bare and claim her fully.
In his arms, Alex sniffled. Women. He shook his head with a beaming grin because he knew the source of her tears. She was getting choked up about how the affliction had hit. She should. It had been fortuitous. No, it’d been more than that. He wasn’t some sap that believed in fairy shit like magic, but being afflicted when he was, just as Alex was freaking out and about to leave him, well it hadn’t felt like coincidence. Nope, it felt like for the first time in his shit life, the planets had aligned in his favor. It had felt like more than just chance. It felt like actual fucking magic.
In their cabin, Recker used a foot to kick the door closed and stomped through the space to the back bedroom. He saw Alex looking around curiously, but the tour would have to wait. If he wasn’t buried between his Angel’s thighs in the next few minutes, someone was going to die.
Stepping into their room, he set her on her feet and started stripping. The whole time he ripped off his vest and shirt and then shucked his shoes before unzipping and shoving his slacks down, his eyes stayed on Alex. She looked so damn virginal in that white wedding gown staring at him in awe with her lips slightly parted. He was gonna fuck that mouth tonight. His eyes took a tour down her body. He was going to fuck her everywhere tonight.
When he was naked, Recker rose to his full height and paced toward Alex with a lethal grace that spoke of his Walker ancestry. Alex didn’t even flinch. Instead, she lifted her hand, palm out, but stopped suddenly just inches from touching his skin. Her tiny hand fisted and she looked up at him like she was afraid to touch him.
“Go on,” he encouraged. “I want your hands on me, siren.”
Her lips lifted in a tiny grin and she un-fisted her hand before holding it out tentatively, just a breath away from touching him.
So fast that he made Alex gasp, Recker gripped her wrist. Her eyes shot to his, and he didn’t even blink as he pressed her palm to the smooth plane of his chest.
By the Gods, her hands on him felt so damn right. Nostrils flaring, Recker couldn’t stop from snarling in a gruff tone, “You smell like fucking heaven.”
To keep from devouring her, Recker let his head fall back. He could feel the muscles in his throat stretching, and he swallowed hard, his tongue peeking out from between his lips in a pitiful attempt at just tasting the same air that smelled so fully of Alex’s arousal.
One second Recker was fighting for control, and in the next second, it snapped because Alex leaned forward and sucked on the skin at his neck.
A growl rattled his chest, and he didn’t even bother attempting to tamp it down as wicked incisors punched through his gums and flooded his mouth with copper.
Alex let go of his skin with a popping sound and spoke with her lips still pressed against him, “Get me outta this dress, husband.”
He felt the front of his boxers dampen as pre-cum squirted from the tip of him at her use of the word husband. Goddamn. Just thinking it had possessive juices flowing through him in a tidal wave, rivaled only by fierce pride in the realization that she was actually his.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he growled, unable to give her pretty words when his inner beasts were so close to the surface.
“Not while I’m clothed, you’re not.”
Alex pulled back and smiled teasingly up at him as his gaze flicked down to her dress.
Recker hated clothes. In that second he decided clothes were the dumbest invention of all time. Worse, wedding dresses were instruments of pure torture. Alex turned and presented him with her back.
“Be careful,” she warned like she knew his hands were itching to rip the damn material from her body.
“I borrowed it. It needs to get back to Cindy in one piece.”
Hands trembling, Recker fumbled with the tiny-ass buttons on the back of the dress. It felt like he was on a first date because his damn palms were sweating and he was having trouble maneuvering the little tiny pearls through the holes. Alex’s shoulders shook as she laughed and he knew she was laughing at him because his needy growl now sounded frustrated. He managed to get three buttons free and looked down at the dozen more that led down to Alex’s ass.
“I’ll give Cindy a thousand dollars if I can just shred this thing.”
“No!” Alex gasped. “It’s important to her. Just go slow and steady.”
And that was the problem. He was barely in control right now, so slow and steady was a monumental effort.
What felt like nine-hundred hours later, Recker eased the material off Alex’s shoulders and shuddered at what met him. Beneath the dress, her back was bare. Just knowing her breasts had been free all day made him impossibly harder.
Alex stepped out of the delicate pale material, her dark skin on glorious display in only a tiny white thong that delved between her perfect ass cheeks. His eyes didn’t leave her ass as he shoved his boxers down and kicked them aside.
Turning, Alex smiled up at him before stepping over the dress.
The second she was free of the material, he pounced. Mouth crashing onto hers, he carried her blindly to the bed where they fell onto it as his mouth ate hers. Before he was even done kissing her, her panties were ripped off and tossed carelessly on the floor. Unable to control himself, Recker slid his hand between her legs and growled loudly when his fingers slid into her warm slit. Her juices coated his fingers, but he wanted those juices elsewhere.
Hands skimming down her body as he lowered, he kissed his way to the apex of her thighs, placing a final kiss on the mound of black curls before going lowering and plunging his tongue inside of her.
Alex cried out, her body arching up off the bed and that was all the encouragement Recker needed to devour her. And devour he did. He ate Alex like she was his last fucking meal. Her hands fisted his hair, and her body shook before she exploded and bathed his tongue in her essence. Recker purred against her sex, drawing out every last aftershock before planting one last kiss to her pussy lips and then gliding up her body.
His cock was harder than it’d ever been, and it was pointing straight at Alex like it was declaring to them both, “Her! I choose her!”
Alex’s eyes fluttered open, and when they landed on his, she lifted a hand and curled her finger, beckoning him to her. As if that weren’t invitation enough, she bent her legs and parted them, and one word flashed through Recker’s mind so violently that it rocked him where he knelt on the bed between Alex’s legs.
Home!
All his life he’d never had a family, never had a place to belong. Alex really didn’t either, but that all changed right here and now. They had each other! Finally, after years of secretly hoping--and what he’d thought had been foolishly praying--his prayers had been answered. Alex was his home, and by the Gods, he’d be hers. He’d spend the rest of his fucking days proving to her that she’d chosen right. He’d show Alex that he could be all she deserved.
A determined smile took his lips as he lowered to his mate, her warm, soft hips cradling his own as he slid inside of her in one leisurely push. Her body was tight, but she accepted him, just like his siren always did. She was always accepting pieces of him that no one else seemed to want.
Mine! his inner beasts snarled, and he wholeheartedly agreed. Biting back the feral need to pound into Alex, he took her like she’d asked, slow and steady, and damn if it didn’t take every ounce of his control, but she was worth it. She was worth that and so much more. She was worth everything because she was his everything.
Recker Rhodes was finally home.