After the Fall: The Fallen Men, #4

by Darling, Giana

Because with you I was made and unmade

  Everything was possible because of you

  Yet nothing was necessary

  Because my ten-year journey

  For the other half of my soul

  Was done.

  And that was all I ever wanted.”

  * * *

  She was cryin’ great, big tears that rolled down her face like diamonds. I caught one on my thumb.

  “I was hungry my whole life. Just ravenous. Voracious for somethin’ with a name I hadn’t yet found. It wasn’t until I met you that I knew I was famished for love of you, and it wasn’t until our first kiss that I knew what it was really like to be satisfied and at peace. Cress, babe, you are the bone of my bone, light of my fuckin’ life, and I won’t let one day for the rest of our long lives go by without tryin’ and probably failin’ to express to you just how much you mean to me.”

  “King,” she sobbed, dropping the bouquet of nearly black red roses to our feet so she could press her hands to my chest. “How can I possibly hope to follow that?”

  “You don’t have to say anythin’ if you don’t want to,” I soothed as I ran the edge of my fingers down her wet cheek. “Know you love me the same.”

  “I do,” she promised as if pleadin’ with me to understand. “I need you to know that I would fall from grace again and again if it meant living in sin with you. Honestly, I never knew how much was enough to ask for in my life until I met you, and since then? I’ve never thought to ask for anything else.”

  And then because I couldn’t stand it for one more fuckin’ second, and it was a biker wedding in a forest with a murderer as our officiant—so fuck the conventional—I dragged Cress into my arms and kissed her.

  I kissed her like her mouth was the only possible way for me to assuage the wild hunger I felt for the taste of her flesh in my mouth, her body under my hands, her heart tied to mine through our chests by some invisible and unbreakable chain.

  Distantly, I was aware of Priest sayin’ his final words, and the entire crowd stampeding to their feet to roar their congratulations at us.

  Nova wolf whistled, Boner pelted the stage with blossoms he plucked off the stems of the arrangements beside his chair, and Maja danced with my twin siblings in the aisle.

  I broke apart from my girl, raised our joined hands, and called, “Fuck yeah!”

  Cress laughed and repeated back with the crowd, “Fuck yeah!”

  It was later, not much, but the sun was kissin’ the edge of the horizon and paintin’ the sky with all the colours of my passion for my wife.

  My wife.

  I kissed her deeper, twining my tongue with hers so I could suck the wine from it and feel her moan vibrate against my teeth.

  Had her pressed up against a tree far enough from the party raging around a massive bonfire in the clearing to afford us privacy and close enough to hear the strains of “Devil’s Backbone” throbbing through the air.

  “Fuck me, my wife is sweet,” I growled as I broke the kiss and stared at her swollen, damp mouth.

  Cress gasped as I rucked up her dress with one hand and tugged her hair back with the other so her mouth opened for me to plunder again. Finally reachin’ the end of the fabric, my hand drifted up her thigh, over the smooth silk stockings and lace tops until I hooked her leg up and wrapped it around my hip, leaving her exposed and pressed against me.

  “Need you so much,” she murmured, eyes blown to black with desire as I dragged my thumb back and forth over the satin covering her sweet pussy. “Please don’t tease me, King. Not now. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “First time I’m gonna fuck my wife, I’m gonna take my time,” I told her as I ran my nose up the arched line of her throat and sucked at her pulse point just to feel it race against my tongue.

  I was filled with almost heathen possession, the savage desire to rut with my wife after claimin’ her in front of friends and kin. My blood was hot, scorchin’ through, bubblin’ in my belly, like some active volcano about to erupt. My cock twitched at the idea of spillin’ inside her tight cunt and givin’ her my seed for the first time as my wife.

  She was hot through the tiny panties covering her sex, leakin’ through the fabric as I pressed over her clit again and again with firm strokes. Her head lolled back against the tree, hair catchin’ on the rough bark, a flush spilled down her chest like wine.

  I ducked down to lick the hot skin and taste that blush for myself, needin’ to devour every inch of her, a victory feast, a glutton with his reward.

  “King,” she gasped so pretty. “Please, more.”

  “Fuck, you make me so hard when you beg. Tell me what you want,” I demanded, sliding my thumb tantalizingly just under the edge of her underwear.

  “Your fingers inside. Your cock inside me. I want to be filled up by my husband,” she groaned, an edge of frustration in her tone as her fingers tightened on my shoulders and she began to writhe against my hand. “Fill me up.”

  A low growl worked loose from my chest, her words unlockin’ some beast that lay at the heart of me, chained to the floor of my gut but freed by the ferocity of our passion.

  Her sweet thong snapped off with one tug.

  Hikin’ her leg higher over my arm, I propped her ass in a palm and made quick work of my fly with my other hand. Never been so hard, thick and pulsin’, already damp with precum as I notched just inside her snug pussy.

  I paused there, our breaths churnin’ hot between us, her eyes glazed with frustrated desire only I could soothe. I wrapped my free hand around her throat, not tight, just gentle pressure, just to feel every single one’a her reaction, the moans vibratin’ against my palm, the pulse beneath my thumb.

  I wanted to fuckin’ own her as I took her for this first time.

  “Mine,” I growled, even my voice bestial. “Mine forever, Cress.”

  “Yes,” she hissed, tryin’ to grind down on my cock. “And you’re mine.”

  “Always,” I grunted and then thrust straight home, stretchin’ her tight, wet folds open and seatin’ myself to the balls.

  Instantly, she quaked, pulse flutterin’ under my hand, eyes squeezed shut in painful pleasure.

  “Fuck me, so beautiful,” I told her as I started to move in long, slow glides out to the tip and savage thrusts back to the base. Needed her to feel every inch of me, needed to feel every inch of her ripplin’ around me and suckin’ me deep. “You come for me, wife?”

  Her breath hitched in her throat, and she tightened around me like a wet velvet vise. “God, yes, King, yes.”

  “Your King, babe, your King. Say my name when you come for me,” I growled through gritted teeth as I powered into her clutchin’ heat, as I felt her draw tight as a bow in my arms and then release with the suddenness of a loosed arrow, sex floodin’ over my cock, arms tight then lax and shakin’ around me.

  “King, King, King,” she chanted like a siren lurin’ me against the rocks, and with one last primal groan torn straight out of my throat, I crashed against her, breakin’ open in her hold, comin’ and comin’ so hard I felt out of my head with it.

  “God, I can feel you,” she panted, arrowin’ a hand between our bodies so her fingers could frame where the base of my shaft met her swollen lips. She played in the stickiness there then squeezed my cock hard enough to wring one last rope of cum from me. “Love the hot, wet feel of you coming inside me like that.”

  “Such a dirty girl under all that class and lace,” I praised as I licked her neck, hummin’ over the salty taste of her like ocean brine on my tongue. “Could drown in you if I’m not careful.”

  “So drown,” she told me, clutchin’ me tight when I would’ve moved away to clean her up. “Drown in me, and I’ll drown in you.”

  Her sex rippled around me again, and I groaned, drained but not satisfied. Ignorin’ her gasp, I dropped to my knees on the grass and propped one of her long legs over my shoulder.

  “King!” she gasped, slightly scandalized even though I’d seen her s
weet pussy a thousand times before. “What’re you doing?”

  I ignored her, leanin’ my cheek against her inner thigh as my shoulder spread her legs and my fingers played in her wet, sloppy sex. It was hot as fuck to watch our combined cum leak out of her pink pussy and run down the inside of her groin.

  She squirmed, uncomfortable with my examination, but I could see the way her clit throbbed and the long muscles in her thighs twitched. She was turned on by the shame, hot with the thought of me checkin’ out what was mine.

  “So pretty filled up with my cum,” I murmured, tracing my tongue up the tender skin of her inner thigh.

  She even smelled hot, the heat of her like the sun against my upturned face.

  “King…” she whined, half plea and protest.

  But then her hands went to my hair and twisted in the curls there to hold on instead’a pushin’ me away.

  “Gonna eat you like this, Cress babe,” I warned her, tongue flickin’ at the delicate seam between her leg and sex. “I’m a grown man now, and I’m still fuckin’ starvin’.”

  And then my mouth sealed over her pussy, tongue in her folds lickin’ up the hot cream as she writhed under my ministrations, gaspin’ and moanin’ so loudly I wondered if someone might explore the animal amid the trees makin’ so much noise.

  The idea of bein’ found with my mouth pressed to my woman, drinkin’ from her, devourin’ her, only made my cock hard again, aching steel droolin’ precum on my abs. I fisted myself, pumpin’ slowly to take the edge off while I made Cress come apart over my tongue, her juices runnin’ down my chin.

  Drunk on the taste of us and drugged by her orgasms, I made quick work of bringin’ her to climax again, addin’ my fingers to the mix so I could press on the tender spot at the front wall of her tight cunt.

  “Fuck, God, King, I can’t take anymore,” she shouted, legs shakin’ so badly, I propped the other leg over my shoulder and pinned her harder to the tree, supported entirely by my mouth, my shoulders, and that bark at her back.

  “You’ll take it,” I growled, blowin’ cool air over her heated sex, gut clenched at the beauty of her swollen folds exposed for me. “You’ll take it, and Cress, when you come again, want you thank your husband.”

  And just like that, one more wet, long suck at that her pulsin’ clit, and she was coming, quakin’ apart in my arms like a poorly built house collapsin’ inwards. I held the pieces of her and slowly, achingly put her back together again with soft kisses to her pubic bone and thighs, soothin’ hands strokin’ down her sides.

  “My sexy wife,” I praised. “My dirty girl.”

  She lolled her head against the tree and peered down at me as I carefully put her feet on the ground again. Her tongue ran a path across those plumy lips as she saw my cock strainin’ obscenely out the placket of my suit pants.

  “Come on me,” she whispered, eyes dark as a black hole suckin’ me into their depths. “Come on me so I can wear you for the rest of the night on my skin.”

  “Fuck, my girl loves it dirty,” I grunted as I surged up, her virginal white dress wrapped in one fist, the other wrapped around my dick as I jerked it brutally.

  She watched, holdin’ me close by the shoulders but far enough away she could see the angry red crown of my cock start leakin’ down my fist. I took a moment to smear my hands across her wet sex, collectin’ her cum to lube the glide of my hand over my dick, and she sighed longingly, like the sight was the best she’d ever seen.

  “Love your cock, King,” she murmured in affirmation, lickin’ those lips, lids heavy from the weight of her desire, absolutely wrecked by passion. “Can’t wait to feel your hot cum on me.”

  That did it.

  With a muted roar, neck arched back, tendons strainin’, my balls seized, and I came. Bent my head in time to see the first burst of seed land on her bared belly, the second on her smooth pubic bone, the third a hot splash against her clit.

  “Fuck me,” I grunted as I shuddered and pulled the last drops from my sensitive cock, watchin’ them drop to the grass.

  Collapsin’ against her, careful to keep our groins apart, I fisted a hand in her hair and kissed her. She moaned, lappin’ sweetly at my tongue to share the taste of us.

  “Beautiful,” I told her, overwhelmed by her perfection. “The way you give yourself to me, Cress, gotta say, nothin’ sexier, nothin’ more sacred to me than that.”

  She smiled, and it was a sweet, almost shy thing that made my heart ache with the beauty of it. “Only ever for you.”

  “Fuck yeah,” I agreed, possession and primal pride surgin’ through me. “Only for me ever again.”

  We grinned at each other like drunkards, like loons liquored up on love and life. Felt so happy it seemed sinful, like God would reach down from the sky and strike me dead for bein’ so content and fulfilled on an excess of each one’a the seven sins.

  “Better get back before they send someone looking,” she whispered. “Even though I’m tempted to stay out here together like Adam and Eve in their garden, alone and naked.”

  I laughed. “Adam and Eve didn’t end so good, babe. Let’s not liken ourselves too much to them, yeah?”

  But I helped her right her dress after one last look at the cum dryin’ on her belly, and fixed the masses of disarrayed curls that tumbled over her shoulders and back. She tucked me back in my pants tenderly, did up my fly like a nun at service tendin’ to her shrine, and then we linked hands to walk back to the party together.

  Only when we started walkin’ did we notice the lack of human noise over the music. Somethin’ slithered down my spine like a serpent in the grass, and with a quick look at Cress, we broke into a light jog.

  When we broke into the clearin’ around the fire, everyone was still there, but nothin’ was good.

  “King Kyle Garro!” Javier Ventura crowed as he stepped forward into the light of the flames wearin’ a tuxedo, arms spread like a host welcomin’ his guest. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

  King

  * * *

  Javier Ventura was the man behind the curtain, the puppetmaster who had pulled the strings of every single villain we’d been up against for the past five years. He was the West Coast leader of a Mexican cartel, and he was the kind of vicious you could feel, an aura of evil intention that waxed the air around him like pollution.

  He’d only grinned at us, waitin’ as we stepped closer, and I tracked the goons encirclin’ the party, guns at brothers’ backs and temples, Bea caught in a headlock, one of the babies, Angel, held by a thug who stood beside a silently sobbin’ Loulou.

  Fuck.

  Somehow, I’d known this day wouldn’t go off without a hitch. People were at their weakest, most vulnerable when celebratin’ and happy. It was why, historically, so many dramas had gone down at weddings.

  And now one was goin’ down at mine.

  “Don’t remember sendin’ ya an invite,” I said cooly, gently movin’ Cress behind me because I didn’t even want the motherfucker’s eyes on her.

  He laughed happily and shrugged. “Must have gotten lost in the mail. That Canadian post really is tragic.”

  “What’re you doin’ here?” I asked, unamused.

  I saw Priest try to move closer to Bea, Sander edged nearer to Loulou, and resolved to let Javier run his mouth until they could get into position.

  “So impolite!” He turned to eye Loulou and scowled. “You were always so much better mannered than these biker heathens. Should’ve stayed with your father and stayed a good girl, Louise.”

  “Fuck. You” she snarled, spittin’ at him even though he was out of her reach.

  He laughed again, a hyper yip like a hyena.

  And just like a hyena, I was sure he was the kinda animal that ate all the way through the bones of his victims.

  “I’m here to have a little chat or should I say, facilitate one,” he continued, claspin’ his hands behind his back like a businessman at a meetin’. “You see, the Staff Sergeant doesn’
t take kindly to you harbourin’ his wife.”

  “She’s stayin’ with us of her own volition.”

  “Then why isn’t she here tonight?”

  “She has Alzheimer’s,” Lion stepped up to growl. “It wasn’t a good day for her.”

  “Not a good day, not a good day…hmm. Well, I think it’s safe to say it won’t be a good day for you lot if you don’t come with me and have that little chat.”

  “Like hell,” Bat snapped from behind Javier.

  “Really, gentlemen, it’s obvious I’ve caught you at a real disadvantage.” Javier gestured widely to the dozens of his men holdin’ the party up at gunpoint. “I don’t think you have much of a choice in the matter. Let’s not ruin this joyous day with bloodshed, hmm?”

  My mind raced, tryin’ to find a solution to the problem. No, not a solution, nothin’ so cut and dry. I had to think the way Machiavelli would, like a fox to outwit the trap and a lion to scare the hyenas circlin’ my pack.

  And I knew what to do like Satan himself had sent the serpent to whisper in my ear.

  I jerked my chin up at Javier. “Fine. You wanna talk, we’ll talk, but you leave now and I’ll meet you at a neutral location.”

  “What’s to say you don’t show up?” he asked, clickin’ his tongue like I was some naughty boy. “No, I think I’ll escort you there myself, but I have no problem with you picking the spot.”

  “He’s not going alone,” Cress said, stepping around me and beside me. “I’m going with him.”

  “Like hell you are,” I muttered, tuggin’ her into me and leanin’ down to press my forehead to the side of her head. “Babe, can’t think straight when you’re in danger. Don’t ask me to take you.”

  “I’m your Queen,” she protested. “I belong where you go.”

  “We each got our own battles to fight here. Need you to stay back and be strong, keep everyone calm like you do. Can you do that for me? Be strong until I get back?”

  Only, I had this weight in my stomach, some heavy with hooks sunk deep in the walls of my gut, that I might not get back at all.