Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

I bore holes into her with my penetrating gaze as my arms stiffen at my sides and my hands clench at my hips, my blood pumping with vengeance as the veins in my arms and lower hips flare and bulge. Her pussy glistens, and I get a full view at the swollen flesh as she bends over the couch. I nearly howl at the image. I make her stay there in anticipation, expecting my touch but never getting it.

I finally move to get what I need. Walking to my nightstand, I pull out some lube, and with the sound of my drawer opening, she lifts and turns, knowing exactly what I’m getting.

“Kingston—”

“I told you to stay put and you didn’t listen. Bend over and don’t move.”

She gulps and her eyes begin to water. Instantly, she recoils, covering her body and shaking in obvious fear. I drop the bottle on the bed and snap back into Kingston, her protector.

“Breathe, baby.” I react fast, pulling her against my hot skin, bringing her shivering body warmth.

“I’m sorry. It just got to be too much. God, I’m really sorry, Kingston. I thought I was ready.” Hanging her head in shame, she lays her forehead against my chest and begins to sob. We were so fucking close. So close.

“Don’t say sorry, Lana. You did so good. You were close. One day at a time.”

Her head rolls against my chest and she shouts, “No! I’m tired of feeling defenseless, like he is still in control!”

“Shh, Lana, relax.” Her crying is too intense. It’s causing her body to shake uncontrollably. “Count to three with me. Ready?”

She nods, sucking in hiccuping breaths.

“One. Two. Three.” We both breathe through it, and I wipe the fast falling tears.

We stay silent for long moments, me coming down from my high as she tries to regain stable breathing.

“Slow? Can I show you what you need?” I ask.

She nods, wiping away the rest of the mascara lines. “Please. I feel him,” she admits to me, and I roar with jealousy inside. She’s thinking about him while we’re fucking. But, I keep quiet, swallowing it down, because that is part of being with Lana. I have to accept her healing and drag along in pain as she tries to overcome her past.

“Come here, relax, and take a deep breath.” I pull her into my lap, helping her straddle my hips as I take a seat on the bed. The tears are still falling, but she sniffles and focuses on my cock, slowly sliding down and taking me in. Closing my eyes, the sensation ripples through me, almost too much to handle. The quiver in her breath sounds loud in the quiet room. The air stops around us, deafening us to all the sounds except our matching breath of completion.

“It’s us,” I groan, opening my eyes and tilting my head up to bite her dimpled cheek. “Only us. Shut it all out and feel the steady safety,” I whisper, grasping her hips with gentle force. Lifting her up and down ever so slowly in order to keep her comfortable, she nods, grabbing the hair at the back of neck, never breaking eye contact.

We don’t speak; we leave the noise to our heavy breathing and her soft whimpers. Bringing her forehead to mine, I let her feel me out, moving her hands over the hard edges of my defined shoulders and smelling my alpha scent around her. Lana searches for me in her darkest hours, and this moment is no different.

“If I could, I would steal those memories from you, wash those scars from your body,” I whisper.

“I want you to.” She isn’t ashamed to be selfish and speak truthfully. If Lana could, she would lay her burdens on me in order to feel free from her chains. Because my shoulders have grown strong after years of being weighed down by her constant reaction to run when we need each other most, or when she tied her heavy memories to my feet and let me drown. I have become her wall of solace after years of tumbling then rebuilding, and now I’m indestructible.

“You and our children...” I place my hand between our writhing bodies and make contact with her stomach. Peering up, she hangs on all my words, looking between us. “...are my life, and I’ll protect my life with everything I have. I will always be your king, fighting all the dangers that threaten to destroy my kingdom.” I refer to her and our children as my kingdom, my treasure, my most valuable gift from God.

Her legs grow tired from her knees doing most the work. We still sit on the edge of bed, and once my words completely cripple her, I get the green light to overpower her.

Lifting from the bed, she bares down, nearly fucking snapping my cock off—fucking tight little minx. Turning, I bend and lay her down gently then come to my full height, spreading my feet shoulder-width apart to have complete control and stability as I get ready to pound into her.

Those tan tits lay delicate and supple on her chest, just the right size for my entire fucking mouth. I take one at a time, my other hand massaging the neglected one. She tastes like her, like cherry body wash and a splash of linen—the smell of fresh and pure, tempting and ripe, all combined into perfect, smooth inches of flesh.

My tongue reaches her scar, and I do what I always have and kiss the skin, suckling at her marred flesh like I can fix it. I wish I could, but no matter how hard I try, I think that place and a small part in her memory will never belong to me fully. Those places will forever be owned by Joel, and the knowledge of this is deafening and nearly unendurable. That’s the one place she has banished her alpha, and the Kingston I am—the one I will always be—hates that I may never fully own Lana as much as she owns me.

Without any more words, no hushed whispers of promised ecstasy, I slowly enter her. My hard cock stiff and visceral-looking, and her tight heat torn in two with the vicious invasion, she fucking whimpers as if I wounded her at the same time I drugged her to be numb.

“You’re there. It’s you,” she cries as I drag in and out lazily, my palms flat against her thighs for support.

“What?” I question, entranced by her, watching her eyes shut tight and her brows draw together in pleasurable pain as her lips form an O.

“You’re in my blood, in my soul, my king.”

Opening her eyes, we lock in a gaze. Her lip splitting from the hard bite of her teeth, her tits jostle lightly, and my cock feels it all. Her tightening down on me as she forgets Joel for a split second, just like every time we have made love over the years, I own all of her temporarily as I get inside her fucking physically. But not just the physical owns her. I’m penetrating her mind, stroking her heart with my desire for her, and licking her soul in lust.