I lunged forward and lifted her in my arms. Mae squealed and laughed when I approached the door. “Beauty told me about this tradition,” she said as I opened the door to the cabin and stepped over the threshold with her in my arms. I leaned down and kissed her mouth. “I like it,” she added when I pulled back.

  Bitch was killing me.

  I took her straight to the bedroom and lowered her feet to the floor. Mae’s hand was on my chest, running over my Hangmen Texas tie. “I really like you like this, all dressed up. You look so handsome that I lost my breath when I saw you.”

  Bitch was really killing me.

  I crashed my mouth to hers and led us backward until Mae’s legs hit the end of the bed. She carefully lowered herself down, and I drew back. With Mae’s wolf eyes leaden, I shucked off my cut and tie. I ripped open the shirt she loved so much and tossed it to the ground.

  Mae’s cheeks filled with red, and it took all I had not to just throw her back on the bed and fuck her. Something inside of me needed my dick in her immediately. Needed to make her Mae Nash. Needed to make her officially my old lady once and for fucking all.

  “And now the jeans,” Mae said and I had to clench my jaw to hold myself back. I raised my eyebrows, and she hooked her lips up in a fucking sexy smile.

  I snapped the buttons of my jeans and kicked them off my legs. My hand fisted my hard-as-fuck cock, and I walked toward her. Her chest was rising up and down as her breathing came faster. Her tits pushed against her dress then, making me groan out loud, her hand covered my hand on my cock. Her left hand with my ring on her finger. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the damn sight.

  “Mae,” I growled then stepped back and freed our hands. She didn’t have her veil on now. Just that dress and, as much as I loved her in it, I fucking wanted it off. I lifted Mae from the bed and placed her before me. “F-fuckin love you,” I said and closed my eyes when her mouth hit my chest and her tongue flicked over my tattoos. Her hands ran down my sides until they crossed over the front, brushing over my hard cock.

  I spun Mae around, finding the long line of buttons on her dress. I snapped them open, one by one, careful not to just lose my shit and rip the fucker off in pieces. When I reached the bottom, I spread the material and pushed it off her arms. I ran my mouth up her bare shoulders and neck, where her hair was tied up. Mae gasped and bumps broke out on her skin.

  “Styx,” she whispered as I dragged the material off her hips until it reached the floor. She turned around, and I had to move the fuck back when I saw white lace covering her pussy and white stockings on her legs. “Fuck, b-bitch,” I rasped and my fingers ran over the waistband of the panties.

  “I wore them for you,” she said quietly; then she leaned against my chest. Her full tits—now much bigger from being knocked up—pressed against my skin. The tip of my dick ran against her stomach, and I clutched the lace panties in my fists. I pulled, not giving two shits that I ripped them clean off. “Styx!” she said in shock. I ran my fingers along her pussy and over her clit. The minute I did her words faded into a long groan. “They c-come off.” I stepped back and pointed to the stockings and garters. “B-But they st-stay the fuck o-on.”

  “Yes,” she said, lips swollen and nipples fat. I lifted her in my arms, smashing my lips to hers. Mae’s fingers gripped my hair as I lowered her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Her stomach was so big now that she normally rode me or I took her from behind, but tonight . . . “I wanna f-fucking s-see your face,” I said and reached for the pillow. I tucked it under Mae’s back, raising her hips. I hooked her legs over my arms; then I ducked my head, spread her pussy lips, and licked from her hole to her clit.

  “Styx!” she cried and clawed at my hair. Her clit was already swollen and full, and I knew it wouldn’t take her much to come.

  I flicked my tongue over her clit until her hips started bucking. I kept her spread open as I drank her down. Then Mae tensed and screamed as she came. I lapped at her pussy until she jerked and tried to push my head away.

  I kissed her inner thighs then moved over her hips, over her bump, until I reached her tits. I licked the flesh and sucked her hard nipples into my mouth. When I glanced up, Mae’s eyes were closed and her lips were parted. Strands of her hair had fallen from their clips. And she looked fucking perfect.

  I kissed up her neck, then her mouth. I pushed my tongue inside, knowing she’d be able to taste herself on my tongue. But Mae took it, bringing me closer. Breaking from her mouth, I pushed the fallen hair from her face. “F-fuckin’ wife,” I whispered out and saw her eyes close like they were best fucking words she’d ever heard.

  “My husband,” she said when her eyes reopened and she ran her fingers down my face.

  “Mae,” I growled, needing to be inside her. Moving further between her legs, I braced my cock at her hole then pushed forward. I braced her head with my hands, holding my stomach off hers. Mae’s hands wrapped around my neck, and I never once broke eye contact. Those fucking eyes that had me under her goddamn spell. Mae’s eyes, Persephone’s eyes . . . fucking ice-blue wolf eyes.

  I gritted my teeth when I filled her, bottomed the fuck out. “River,” Mae whispered, her eyes fucking shining with tears. She’d called me River. Even now, after all this time, when she called me by my real name in her weird accent, I fucking lost it.

  “B-Babe,” I hissed as I pulled out then pushed back inside. “F-fuckin’ perfect,” I added, rolling my hips as I took her harder and faster. Mae moaned, her lips parting as she lost her breath. I moved faster still, harder, deeper, then reached for one of her hands behind my neck. I pushed my fingers through hers and laid her hand flat on the bed. I did the same with the other hand and stared at the rings on our fingers. Those fucking rings. Those fucking pieces of damn metal and gold stealing my motherfucking breath.

  “My husband,” Mae murmured again and I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock. “Styx . . . I am . . . I am . . .” she moaned, cutting off her words, before her eyes locked with mine and she came. Her pussy gripped my cock, and the sight of her, head tipped back, mouth open, had me slamming inside her one more time as I came too, filling her with my cum, her pussy draining all I had.