June

He closed his eyes as he drank her in, his senses heightened to her sweet taste and scent. He could try to devour every drop of her, but there was always more. She drenched herself shamelessly for him. That’s one of the many things he loved about her.

On the outside, she was a refined Southern belle from old New Orleans money with finishing-school manners and traditions. But inside? She was a hellcat. And the wolf loved him some kitty cat action.

Ash wouldn’t have his bride any other way.

He looked up to glimpse her flushed face as he ran his fingers along the lace trim of her white thigh-high stockings. “Rosemary Michelle DuChamps Boudreaux, who’s your daddy?”

She smiled down at him. “You are, Ashton Lewis Boudreaux.”

She had to know how absolutely fucking insane he had been with his need for her. His need to taste her, nibble on her, to fill her and get lost in her had consumed him from the moment she decided they should abstain until the wedding night. But Ash had played along. He had obeyed and accepted her terms with gritted teeth.

And he swore throughout the engagement that she would pay for this. He had not endured her little games throughout these last few months only to be rewarded with some vanilla missionary wedding-night sex. Not when Rosemary’s spice taunted him daily.

Now she was all his. And she was going to pay. There were no more barriers, least of all the silk and tulle that lay crumpled on the floor by his charcoal morning suit. You don’t fuck with Ash Boudreaux.

“Get ready, girl, ’cause I’ve got a present for you.” He snapped her baby blue garter belt, then pulled it off with his teeth. No, he had not been down for ceremonially pulling this little “something blue” off of his bride during the reception. Nobody was getting a look at the goodies under her dress. Nobody but the groom. The drunken wedding guests had begged for this torrid display, but he was not having it, and his word was final on the subject.

She squirmed on the bed, desperate for him to finish her with his mouth. “Oh Ash, please.”

But he didn’t listen. He got up and pulled a small box out of his pocket inside his suit coat. When he returned to the bed, she was up on her elbows, her sweet breasts heaving up and down with her ragged breath. She saw the box with the velvet bow and smiled. His baby girl could not resist a present, even if she was on the edge of going wild with lust for more of his face in her lady bits.

He snuggled in next to her on the bed. “Open it.” He grinned mischievously as she took the box, her eyes dancing like a little kid on Christmas morning. She untied the bow and tossed the lid on the floor, lifted the tissue paper and pulled out the silk Hermès scarf.

“Oh my god, Ash. Thank you!” She went to tie it around her neck, but he abruptly took it away.

“This scarf is a present for me, too,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

As if she didn’t know.

He watched her face as he proceeded to skim over her breasts, teasing out her nipples with the luxurious silk. Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned.

“Arms above your head.”

She obeyed.

“Good girl.” He tied her wrists together with the scarf.

“What a life we live, using a brand new $400 dollar scarf as a sex toy,” she said with a husky little laugh.

He gazed down on her as he knotted the scarf around her wrists. “Damn right, and it was bought and paid for with my own hard-earned cash, and not with one of those platinum cards funded by the father of the bride.”

“Oh, Ash…”

“And you know what I’m really going to enjoy?” he growled. “Watching you cut up those cards to smithereens later. Lionel DuChamps isn’t going to pay for so much as another pack of gum for my Rosemary Boudreaux.” And with that, he buried his face in her once more.

She caught her breath and said dreamily, “Hearing you say my new name gets me so hot. Pissing off my daddy makes me even hotter. Thank you for taking care of everything today.”

“You’re welcome,” he breathed between kisses, “’and I told that old man I’m also gonna get you good and pregnant tonight. And then again and again and again for the rest of your child-bearing life. There are gonna be so many Boudreauxs running around New Orleans with so much money that nobody will ever drag my daddy’s name through the mud again.”

Ash left no spot unloved between her thighs, bringing her to an epic crescendo of spasms. He slowed his strokes, anticipating the orgasm to subside. But somehow it kept going.

Holy shit. He didn’t know what was happening, but he knew it was time strike if he was going to get his kitty-cat pregnant tonight.

Quickly, Ash joined his body to hers, guiding his cock into her sheath. She was still convulsing, and now spasming around him and quickly bringing him to the brink of exploding. “How are you still coming? Are you OK, baby girl?”

But she could barely form words, only cries of pleasure. He guided himself in deeper and felt the point of resistance. She encouraged him with the grip of her thighs. So he went for it. He felt it pop easily and he was all the way in, her sex still contracting around him.

She cried out again, her sex gripping him tighter. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he pushed into her, over and over, her cries taking on an inhuman, unearthly growl. He rode her faster and deeper until he joined her in her extended climax. His eyes locked onto hers, committing to memory every pore of her skin, every tremble of her lips. Her face was sublime as he came inside her. Her sex was matching his pace and egging him on.

The beasts inside them had met their match, and the animals wanted it all. The cat wanted everything the wolf would give and more. He had never imagined it would feel this good with anyone. It was as if he might be falling off a cliff and flying at the same time. It felt as if neither of them were in control of their orgasms any longer. They were just vessels for something greater. The seed kept coming, and her sex was drawing it all in with a vengeance.

Then, something else was happening. They were now creating something entirely new with their love. Something, and someone.

Exactly what that new life would look like remained to be seen.

Ash had been able to think of little else than this moment since he first laid eyes on his girl last January.

Seriously, though, fuck June weddings, he thought. He should’ve started getting her pregnant the night of Bobby’s party.