I groaned in my half-sleep, settling closer to Thalia’s back and pressing my cock into the flesh of her naked ass. She moaned, the deep, throaty sound torn from her sleeping form.
I paused for a moment, carefully waiting to see if she would wake up or continue to dream. Releasing the grip I kept at the base of her throat while we slept, I trailed my fingers down along the valley between her small, pert breasts. She arched her back, leaning into me, but her breathing remained in the rhythm that I’d come to expect of her sleep.
“Are you awake, Little One?” I asked, continuing to slide my hand lower. My fingertips trailed over her hip, curving around to reach between our bodies. I lifted her thigh slightly, spreading her legs just enough to slide my cock against her pussy.
She was wet, the aftermath of our lovemaking the night before clinging to her skin as I waited for a response that never came. Tilting my hips, I guided my cock to her entrance and slowly pushed inside.
I’d meant it when I said her pussy was mine. I’d meant it when I said I would use it when and how I saw fit. If that meant she dreamt of me fucking her while I moved inside her, so be it. Thalia gasped as I released her, letting her legs close together and trap my cock in the haven of her thighs as I shifted to get a better angle and pressed myself closer into her back.
“If there is a heaven, this is what I imagine it must feel like,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the side of her neck. She arched into the touch as my hand slid up her front, ghosting over her skin until I could grip her by the base of her throat.
My thrusts inside her were slow, leisurely, waiting for her to wake up but enjoying the knowledge that she was comfortable enough with me to sleep this deeply. I’d exhausted her so much the night before, she didn’t wake as I moved inside of her.
I would spend my entire day inside of her if it were up to me. She would sit on my cock as she read a book so she could take her pleasure from my body whenever she needed it.
“Calix,” she whispered, her throat moving under my hand. I would never tire of hearing my name on her lips and her acknowledgement of exactly who it was who fucked her.
Knowing she’d given herself to a stranger and hadn’t even known my name the first time felt wrong in a way I didn’t want to accept. She had to have known, deep down.
“Good morning, λουλούδι μου. How did you sleep?” I asked, wedging one of my legs between hers. I tilted her forward, shifting her until half her stomach pressed into the bed. Laying some of my weight onto her, I covered her with my body and ground my cock deeper.
She parted her legs for me more, opening herself up so that I could get deeper inside of her.
“You really want to ask that right now?” she grumbled, her voice filled with disbelief. I chuckled, pulling back and then thrusting back into her in a slow, deep glide. She moaned for me, and it brought me great satisfaction that she didn’t pretend to be disturbed that I’d slid inside her while she slept.
Thalia knew as well as I did that she wanted to give me control. She just hadn’t quite accepted it yet.
“I want to know what you dreamt about—”
The door to our bedroom burst open, and I rolled Thalia fully beneath me. She gasped and tried to roll to look at whatever had interrupted us, but I shielded her with my body and reached under the edge of the mattress.
Snatching the gun from beneath it, I spun to face the doorway as I kept Thalia protected beneath my weight. “Calix!” she protested, struggling against my hold as I leveled my aim on the intruder.
He wasn’t bothered in the slightest by the gun pointing at him, straightening the jacket of his suit as if it inconvenienced him greatly that he had to be there at all. Every helpful, Christian hurried up behind the man.
“The council has sent a messenger,” Christian said, looking between the man and where I pinned my naked wife to the bed beneath me. My cock was still planted between her legs, though only half inside her with all the commotion. He looked at our position, swallowing and averting his eyes. “I told him he had to wait.”
“That went well, I take it,” I said, less than impressed with the fact that he’d allowed the messenger to come up to my bedroom when he suspected I was sleeping.
We’d have words.
“The council requires both of you to present yourself for Calix Regas’ judgment. Tobias Hasapis has demanded payment for the blood debt you owe him after killing his family. Should the majority of the council vote for him, you will not leave ο λάκκος alive,” the messenger said, waiting in the doorway.
“They couldn’t have waited until normal calling hours to summon me to my potential death?” I asked, earning a gasp from Thalia where she lay beneath me. I shifted my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in her pussy, and felt the moment she tensed.
Her horror only drove me to want to push her further.
I pulled back, moving slowly and trying not to draw too much attention to the parts of us that were joined.
“The council is waiting,” the stranger said, crossing his arms over his chest. He was clearly not pleased with the fact that I hadn’t moved to get out of the bed, instead staying firmly planted in the haven of my wife’s cunt.
“They can wait another twenty minutes. If I’m going to my death, I want to do it having fucked my wife one more time first,” I said, chuckling when Thalia shrieked beneath me, swinging her hand around her back to try to hit me.
I caught it, pinning it to her back and holding her there.
“I really must insist—”
“This will go much quicker if you get out so I can make her come already,” I said, stuffing my gun beneath the mattress once more and trusting Christian to keep his gun trained on the intruder.
The man grunted, his frustration evident in the sound as he turned and left the room. Finally. The door closed behind him, and I glanced over my shoulder briefly to see if Christian had been foolish enough to stay in the bedroom.
He hadn’t.
“Let me go!” Thalia shrieked, struggling against my grip on her arm as I shifted and spread her legs farther. Pinning her into the mattress, I fucked her in slow thrusts that gave her time for the heat to build once again.
For the adrenaline and fear to give way to the pleasure that could come afterwards.
“I meant what I said. I want to finish fucking my wife,” I murmured, touching my lips to the side of her neck. Her pussy fluttered around me, betraying her fight for what it was. She was far more concerned with the way she thought she should have reacted to the interruption than she was about the actuality of my cock inside of her.
“There are people here,” she protested, letting out a tiny whimper as her free hand gripped the pillow beside her head.
“There will always be people here, Little One,” I reminded her, thinking of the security staff who could always overhear when she screamed my name. She’d have to get used to knowing that other men heard her cry out her pleasure and knew exactly what was happening. “The sooner you come for me, the sooner I’ll allow you to get dressed.”
I released her arm when she finally stopped struggling, reaching my hand beneath her body to toy with her clit. She whimpered in response, stretching her arm behind her to grasp me around the back of the head and pull me closer. “I’m going to gut you,” she whispered, but she arched into my touch as I slid my hand lower and felt the place where I plunged inside her.
Spreading my fingers to surround my cock, I felt the smooth glide of my cock within her. Felt the way she stretched to take me.
“No, you’re not. You like my cock too much,” I groaned, slipping a finger inside her alongside my cock. She cried out, shattering in my arms.
I fucked her through it, quickening my pace and being mindful of the hellfire she’d rain down on me when she came to her senses.
I wanted to come before she found something to throw at me.
I shoved deep, groaning out my release as Thalia stilled beneath me when I flooded her with cum. My cock twitched inside of her with the force of my orgasm, leaving me with only a moment to catch my breath before she bucked back against me and tried to dislodge me from her body.
“You asshole!”
“An asshole wouldn’t have cared if you came.” I shrugged, moving back off her body and getting to my knees on the bed. She grabbed her favorite moisturizer off the nightstand, hefting it into her hand as I dove forward and took it out of her grasp.
That shit would make a mess when she missed.
“What is wrong with you?!” she asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing in a hurry. She went for the closet, only glancing over her shoulder at me when I followed. She reached for her robe, but stopped when I placed a hand on top of hers and guided her toward the dresses. Snatching a black dress off the rack, I laid it out on the ottoman in the center of the room.
I’d hand-picked it for the first time Thalia would sit on the Karras seat at ο λάκκος, the boning in the bodice reminding me of armor. I’d just thought to have a bit more time before she wore it.
“I can’t go back there,” she said, crossing her arms over her breasts and staring at me as vulnerability leaked into her features.
I had no way to know if Thalia had been dragged back to the scene of her mother’s murder in the years since it had happened, but I had to imagine she hadn’t. Women weren’t often permitted in the pits, only for grand exceptions like her mother’s infidelity.
“I promise nothing bad will happen to you,” I said, reassuring her softly as I approached.
“You heard him! They’re going to vote on whether or not you have to die, Calix. Don’t make me promises you can’t keep,” she hissed, turning her back on me. She gathered up a lacy black bra and panty set in spite of her protests, already knowing there was no avoiding going with me.
If the council demanded her presence, they would have it.
She pulled the underwear up her thighs, pausing before she settled them into place. She hurried for the bathroom to clean up, and I allowed it even though my instinct was to require her to go to the meeting with my cum coating her thighs.
I dressed in my favorite suit in her absence, waiting for her to return. The underwear hid her pussy from view when she finally did, and she shrugged her bra on before allowing me to pull her dress off the hanger and tug it over her head.
“Do you really believe I would allow you to come if I thought I wouldn’t be able to protect you?” I asked, zipping up the back of her dress as she pulled her hair out of the way. I walked around her, grabbing her brush off the vanity in the closet and carefully running it through her long waves.
“I don’t know.”
“I wouldn’t, λουλούδι μου. Trust that I have everything covered, but there is something I need from you,” I murmured, guiding her out the door of the closet and back to our bedroom. She grabbed the pair of black, strapped heels I’d set out, perching on the edge of the bed to fasten them on her feet.
“What could you possibly need from me? You clearly don’t require my advice on how to manage the council,” she said, the note of bitterness in her voice surprising me. I didn’t think she would want to be involved in such business more than necessary, but perhaps, like everyone else in her life, I had made the mistake of underestimating her.
I crouched at her feet, settling my hands on top of her thighs. “I know we still have a great deal to figure out between us as to the nature of our relationship. But in there? We have to be united. If we do not project the image of strength and appear resolute in our goals, we won’t make it out alive. Do you understand me?”
She swallowed, saying, “I understand,” then she squared her shoulders and stood in front of me. She crossed the room to the bathroom door, yanking it open and pausing to look over her shoulder. “Never let them see you bleed.”
