The Syndicater: A Dangerous Dark Romance (Dark Verse Book 6)
The Syndicater: Chapter 25

Her husband was aroused.

He had been since the time she had come to the compound. had been since the time she had picked up Tempest and given her kisses, had been since he’d seen the new pinks with the old blues in her hair.

He had been aroused when she’d taken his hand and taken him away from the dwindling party, down the hill to the little clearing she’d found on one of her earlier visits, knowing the place would be empty especially since the guests had left and most of the people were tired and in bed. He had followed her, of course he had, and he’d been hard, thinking she was taking him away for a little wham-bam action. She was, but she was especially taking him away because she had to tell him and she wanted to be away from people, in a place that reminded them more of home, than inside walls of another house.

But if he had been aroused before, he was stunned and aroused now.

Zephyr’s breath stayed stuck in her throat as they stood in the little clearing, her ears rushing with blood as she let the words out, hanging in the space between them. He stayed completely still, his singular gaze piercing hers, heavy with something she could not pin, and it was turning her on. Gulping, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she muttered again. ‘I’m pregnant.’

He blinked.

She waited.

He blinked again.

She swallowed.

She had been nervous about telling him, contemplating for a brief moment to give him one of those greeting cards. But he would have just told her to read it to him and it would have defeated the purpose.

When long minutes passed and he didn’t do anything except the damn blinking, more than he usually did, she felt her stomach roil even more, and straightened her shoulders. Retreat. She should probably just step away and give him time to process this alone. Yup. Maybe he processed it with excessive blinking the way she processed it with ice cream. Not that she had ever noticed this before. Well, she had never been pregnant before too.

Nodding to herself, she took a step back, and felt his grip tighten on her arms, keeping her captive right on the spot. Okay, then. Retreat was out.

Suddenly, before she could panic some more, he lifted her up by the arms—she always got so hot when he did that—and deposited her on a high rock a few steps behind her, making her sit on the edge as he looked down at her face, his fingers like firm vices around her arms, long and warm, his musky scent wrapping around her the sounds of the party wrapping up came through the distance in a rumble, the muted lights from there and the moon casting a soft, intimate glow all around them.

Heart pounding, she kept her eyes on him, reminding herself that he took time to process big things, and that was all this was. He was processing. And he sure needed an upgrade for the speed.

His hands slowly loosened their grip on her arms, sliding down to her elbows, going to her wrist and finally, settling on her waist as his one light brown, almost gold eye, unwavering in its intensity still knocked the breath out of her, even after all this time.

Slowly, he went down on his knees, his height putting his torso between her legs, spreading them so he could fit, resting her feet on his thighs, and settled in between, her stomach at level with his face at the height. He pushed her dress up, bunching it under her breasts, and exposed her midriff and her flowery underwear to his piercing eye.

Zephyr had absolutely no idea what he was going to do next, and the anticipation was twisting in her gut rapidly as she looked down at his face, seeing his eye riveted onto her stomach. It still felt odd to her at times to be so fully exposed when her stomach wasn’t perfect and he was only looking at it, but then she reminded herself who he was.

He was her Alessandro, her Alpha, the boy and the man who had loved her ten years ago and loved her now.

He leaned forward and planted the softest of kisses right below her belly button.

Zephyr’s heart stopped, her eyes closing as tenderness filled her, a smile lifting her lips.

She felt his lips brush the skin again, and she opened her eyes, looking down at his dark hair pulled back in a bun as he planted soft, soft kisses repeatedly at the same spot, slaying all the tiny doubts in her head to the ground. His lips brushing over her soft skin was all the reaction she needed.

‘Hubby…’

‘Shh,’ he shushed her as soon as she began, his mouth never leaving her stomach, his hands holding the sides of her waist almost reverently.

Leaning her head, she saw his eye closed, savoring the moment, an expression of such peace on his face. Her eyes moistened for no reason, and she slid a hand over his head, cupping the back of his skull, loving the way it felt against her small palm. She felt his soft hair brush over her fingers in a familiar way that still enthralled her.

They stayed that way for long minutes, not speaking, not moving. His head against her stomach, he laved small kisses all over her midriff as she kept her hand on his head. She looked down at him, at his acceptance, his silent joy, celebrating what they had created together without words. The sounds of their breathing were the only sounds in the area.

Finally, she didn’t know after how long, Alpha looked up, tilting his head back to lock their gazes together, his eyes luminous with moisture. He pulled her face down with one hand, resting their foreheads together. Zephyr felt his warm breath over her face and tightened her grip over the back of his neck, letting him just breathe, absorb whatever he wanted to absorb from her, settle whatever thoughts were racing through the labyrinth that was his mind.

He stood up a second later, making her tilt her head way back in surprise, hiking her legs around his waist as he gripped her hair in a firm hold and slanted his mouth over hers roughly, almost bruising, their teeth gnashing as he opened her mouth with his tongue, kissing her deeply, the softness from a second ago pushed back by whatever intensity he was feeling. Zephyr gripped his shoulders in surprise at the suddenness of it, pulling him closer instinctively and hooking her legs around him, the table cool under her butt, his body warm against hers, his mouth completely untamed on hers.

And then the kiss became a paradox, like her husband.

While he plundered her mouth over and over again, feasting on her lips and meshing their tongues, the electricity between them leaving her breathless and leaving her heart hammering as usual, his other hand settled over her stomach, tenderly, his entire palm covering her flesh right above the pelvic bone, his thumb caressing her skin almost soothingly as he kept kissing her like he was at the end of a rope she was tethering, his hand on her abdomen moving in contrast like he had all the time in the world.

She was truly confounded by this man sometimes. But dang, he could kiss.

Their lips parted sloppily and he pulled back, looking down at her with that same emotion that was the theme for the night.

‘Rainbow,’ he whispered and her breath hitched, her stomach fluttering. God, she loved the way he spoke her nickname.

‘Alessandro,’ she replied, shaking off her thoughts, feeling the blood rush to her lips, the skin around her mouth tingling deliciously from the friction with his scruff.

‘Are you okay to have sex?’

Zephyr blinked at the unexpected question, but then remembered how careful he was with making sure he never hurt her during sex.

She tightened her legs around him, raising her eyebrows because it was the end of the night, she was on a very sturdy rock, they were both hot and heavy and had kissed like foreplay, and they had to celebrate. He was not going anywhere.

Alpha gave her a stern look, not budging an inch closer.

She hated his strength sometimes. She flicked her tongue across his lips, rubbing his chest just with her hard nipples, knowing they turned him on.

With a low roar, he pulled away her legs from his waist and ripped her panties off, the cloth falling victim to his strong hands, and spread her legs wide, exposing her completely to the night and to his heated gaze. He bent down, and she hesitated, thinking he would kiss his way up to her center, but she was wrong. She had apparently unleashed the monster, and without missing a beat, his mouth covered her, his tongue already plunging inside her, tasting her. A loud moan escaped her and she wanted to let him continue, but her body, her soul probably realized how close it was, and she craved him more than anything else right now.

She gripped his hair and pulled his head up, staring deep into his singular orb, telling him wordlessly how much she needed him. He came up to her mouth, twining his tongue with hers, and she tasted herself of him, her arousal spiking to unbearable levels.

‘Fuck me,’ she told him pulling back, giving him the free reign to go ahead. ‘It’s been too long and my pussy needs you to f…’

The rest of her words were swallowed by his mouth as his fingers touched her nether lips, plunging one, then two inside her, testing her readiness, not wanting to hurt her.

‘Fuck, you are so wet!’ he muttered hoarsely against her mouth.

She smiled. ‘What are you going to do about it, sexy?’

Her challenge was the last straw on his back. With a deep rumble, he spread her legs farther, pulling them up and over his shoulders. She silently thanked her pilates instructor for allowing this moment to happen and placed his arms beside her head. She looked up at the stars, breathing heavily when he ground out. ‘Look at me.’

Swinging her eyes lower to his, she let them lock as he lined himself at her entrance. Her breath hitched, and she waited with bated breath to see what he would do. She had thought he would enter her slowly. She had been wrong again. With another rumble, he thrust and buried himself to the hilt in one deep stroke, making her breath catch and a loud yell escape her lips at the sudden massive invasion, leaving her clinging to him.

She mewled as his cock pulsated like a live being deep inside her, surrounded by her wetness, and feeling his own arousal so much better turned her hornier than she had been, than she had ever thought possible of being. This was what being in heat felt like, multiplied by ten, probably. Apparently agreeing with her thoughts, Alpha pulled back and out of her completely before plunging down back in, hitting her right on that elusive spot in the position, making her spine arc and her breasts smush into his chest. Before she had regained her breath, he was out and going in again, hitting the spot again, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming from the intense dual feels.

His thumb caught her lip, pulling it out from her teeth, and he demanded roughly. ‘Scream for me, Zephyr. I want to hear you.’

His words made her clamp hard on his cock, making him hiss and pump faster in and out of her, making her moans get louder and louder, and something incoherent escaped her mouth as she grabbed for purchase to keep from flying off. He pulled her dress down, and she tilted her head back, looking at the trees as he clamped onto her exposed nipple, biting and laving the area with his tongue. The only sounds in the clearing were coming from them- moans and hisses and groans and loud breaths and the sound of flesh slapping furiously against flesh. It was so fucking hot, and it was so arousing, and she could feel the pleasure her walls were giving him, feel the pleasure that zinged through him every time her nipples brushed across his flesh, feel the electricity that zinged through his spine every time he pushed in and pulled out again.

She was panting now, the mutual pleasures she could feel becoming too much for her senses, becoming too much for her body to take. She kept her eyes on the trees as he moved and moved and moved above her, in her, so so big and so so real, sweaty and musky and all hers. He pistoned his pelvis against her, one hand gripping her ass so tightly and keeping her in position, his mouth sucking and eating on her breasts, his speed increasing and his movement gaining a momentum she had not thought possible and suddenly, without warning, her flesh clamped down hard on him as a loud scream escaped her throat, seeing stars behind her closed lids, tears escaping the corners from the excessive pleasure. Her climax rocked through her body, making her walls flutter around him as he made his pace faster, chasing her orgasm with another one, banging her brains out just like she had asked him.

Another explosion rocked through her. It was too much. She couldn’t take all the sensations thrust upon her, and she opened her mouth, screaming silently as Alpha thrust and thrust and thrust before exploding inside her with a loud grunt, flooding her with his cum and making her twinge again around him.

She couldn’t come again. She would not survive it. She bit into his forearm beside her head and waited for the twinge and the flutter to pass, but it didn’t, making her clamp and clench onto him, milking him for all he was worth. She bit into his arm, and he bit down on her breast, setting off a last, albeit small, explosion inside her. She clung to him as a lifeline, making him anchor her from floating out into the sky, and after minutes, she finally opened her eyes, looking back at the stars, feeling him pull out of her. A moan escaped her at the feeling, and she let her legs down, feeling thoroughly used and sore, and she would feel it tomorrow. She liked that.

Alpha fell on the grass, pulling her over him, laying down under her, and looking up at the sky with a hand over his head.

Zephyr turned sideways to face him, feeling the soreness in her vagina and biting back a mewl. ‘Wow.’

He slowly turned his head to her, smiling a little. ‘Just wow?’

She slapped his arm. ‘Well, I would say I saw stars, but that would be too literal.’

He grinned, only with the unscarred side of his face, and she pushed up to press kisses to the scars.

Alpha didn’t smile like she had hoped he would but just looked at her. He brushed his lips across hers once before staring at her intently. ‘I see you, rainbow.’

‘I see you too,’ she told him softly.

Nothing screamed ‘endgame’ like a man who’s forgotten everything, lost in his own mind, and found himself guided back home by the sheer memories of the woman he loved. ‘We’re endgame,’ she echoed her thoughts. ‘Who would’ve thought, right?’

He chuckled softly, his hands letting go of her hips, letting her touch his skin under the shirt he’d been wearing for the party. He moved his hand down her left thigh, caressing the skin under the knee and hiking it up to her chest, flipping her in a way she loved, back to the ground. His other hand held him up from crushing her as he lined up, brushing himself against her folds.

‘Are you sore?’

She flushed, which was ridiculous considering how naked and intimate they already were. ‘A bit.’

He smiled, his mouth coming down on hers in a soft, languid kiss, his stubble rasping over her skin, and she was pretty sure her entire mouth and chin and cheeks and neck and breasts would be suffering from beard burns. Oh, she wouldn’t have it any other way. He entered her slowly this time, carefully, the angle of her one leg hiked up making him slide in easier that she would have thought, till he was buried completely to the hilt. She didn’t think his size would ever stop surprising her.

‘Gah, you feel so good,’ she muttered as he littered her neck with kisses and bites.

‘Yeah?’

‘Mm-hmm,’ she whispered on a ragged breath, biting her lip. He pulled out slowly before entering her again, hard, and she keened, not having realized that this angle made him hit her g-spot directly.

‘You must, ah,’ she panted as he started moving his hips slowly, pulling back and thrusting in again, hitting her spot again, ‘oh my god, practice, ah yes, for this.’

He bit the underside of her jaw as her fingers dug into his back. ‘Practice makes perfect.’

His rough growl against her skin turned her on even more as she closed her eyes, letting herself feel everything happening over her, inside her, letting herself feel his tremendous arousal for her, his aching hunger for her, the need in his groin to take her.

‘But we love imperfections, sexy.’

He groaned, his hips speeding up slightly but still very much slow. ‘Perfect is overrated,’ he reminded her.

‘Exactly,’ she muttered, thrusting back at him. ‘Give me your scars.’

With a loud groan, he gave up and thrust inside her so hard he mind blanked out for a second, her walls clamping all over him, gripping him like they would never let go. He pulled out and pushed in again, his movements getting more erratic, the angle of his penetration making her cry out over and over again.

She felt his arousal reach its peak, his movements getting wilder as he thrust into her, nipping at her jaw. ‘Fuck, Zephyr. I’m close.’

Knowing she had to come with him, she gripped his hair with one hand, pulling him up for a heated kiss, and put her other finger on her clit, rubbing it furiously, feeling him enter her again and again, feeling him get so turned on knowing what she was doing and the sensation was more than she could bear. With a cry drowned around his tongue, she felt her entire body lift up the grass as her walls quivered around him, exploding in heat, her finger on her nub stopping. His own replaced it, rubbing it continuously, prolonging her climax as she shook in his arms, clamping all around him, gripping his hair so hard and kissing him for all she was worth. Her clenching walls spurred him on and with a sound deep from his gut, he came too, thrusting just one last time inside her, before collapsing on top of her, breathing heavily.

She wrapped her arms around him, mewling in pleasure as he pulled out of her, and dropped to the side.

Catching their breaths together, she grinned up at him, feeling icky and knowing she would have to take a bath, but happy.

Zephyr was happy. He was happy.

After a long time, they were happy.

And for now, that was all that mattered.