Trojan Crown: Chapter 22

Jesus fucking Christ. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

My fingers dig into Anaya’s wide hips, the vision itself making my balls draw up with the need to fill her, mark her and make her take my seed. Filling this pussy with my cum and putting those birthing hips to use are now my driving force.

I don’t recognize the sounds that are coming out of me. My chest rumbling as I violently thrust into her warm and willing body. It’s like the primitive man in me has finally emerged, ready to take and claim.

Both of my kids were happy surprises, but with Anaya, I’m not taking any chances. I want it all with her, and that includes as many babies as she’ll give me.

As if reading my thoughts, my girl’s walls flutter around me, my name moaned with every slide forward. “That’s right, baby. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You. Only you.”

“Fuck yes.” I pull my hand back and slap her plump ass. “Goddamn, Anaya. You own me. You own this fucking cock.”

As the words slip from my lips, I know they’re nothing but the truth. I’m hers just as much as she is mine. She may not have my name yet, but all of that will get sorted in time.

Delicious sounds have my gaze dropping, my eyes falling to where we’re connected and making my cock throb inside her.

I lick my lips, watching her puffy folds stretch around my girth, all glistening with her arousal. It’s too much, the vision so fucking hot it makes me release a rogue rope of cum into her womb. Jesus. I’m not going to last much longer.

Snaking my hand around Anaya’s front, I bring her up so her back is flush against my chest, both hands now cupping and kneading her full breasts. “These tits, baby. They’re perfect.”

I nuzzle against her neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh as my fingers pinch and tweak her erect nipples. Oh fuck. I swear I see God when her walls clamp down on me, making it clear she likes a little bit of pain.

“Do you like this?” I tweak her nipples again and she flutters around my cock, a soft whimper falling from her mouth. “Answer me, baby. Do you like it when Daddy pinches your little nipples?”

Anaya mewls as she clenches down hard, her walls milking me and making my eyes roll back. “Fuck. I’ll take that as a yes.”

Leaning back on my heels, I keep my hands tightly affixed to her breasts. “Bounce on me, baby. Fuck Daddy’s cock while he plays with your pretty little tits.”

She moans something unintelligible, her head falling back onto my shoulder and giving me a clear sight down her front. Perfection. I know I’ve thought it before, but it’s the goddamn truth. Her body was made for me. My own personal little fuck toy.

And as if her heart and soul weren’t enough, God made her a kinky little thing, her body a wonderland of pleasure to enjoy. Just then, visions of Ray taking her infiltrate my mind and nothing but blind rage consumes me, making me pound harder into Anaya from below.

“Mine,” I growl, letting a possessive hand wrap around my girl’s neck, needing to claim her in every way possible. “Say it, Anaya. Scream so loud it makes your throat burn. Let that piece of shit know who you belong to.”

Applying more pressure to her throat, I fuck into her hard, every thrust sending her body bouncing up in the air, only to be stopped by my collard hold.

Over and over, her ass slams into my lap, turning the tight globes a pretty shade of pink. I’m transfixed by this sight, lost in the beauty of how well we fit, when her words bring me to the edge—making my balls draw up and my back tighten.

“I’m yours, Daddy. All yours.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” That one word is like the key to both of our release. As her pussy contracts around my cock, I in turn flood her from within, releasing rope after rope of cum in what is the hardest climax of my life.

Even though I’d asked her to scream my name, she called me her daddy, a role much bigger than that of just a lover.

Daddy. That one word runs so much deeper than a kink. It’s ownership, protection, and devotion all rolled into one.

I know it. She knows it. And it’s clearly what we both want and need. With my hand still firmly affixed to her throat, I bring her back onto my chest, my lips pressing to the back of her head. “You’re perfect, baby. Perfect and all mine.”

She’s silent, simply trembling in my hold as our chests rapidly rise and fall from our exertion. I’m about to ask her what she’s thinking when a muffled vibration sounds off, my eyes following it and falling to the jeans I’d discarded on the floor.

The sound stops, then starts again, and as much as I don’t want to, I pull Anaya’s warm body from my lap, lowering her down onto the mattress before going to pick up my cell.

I tap the button to answer with unnecessary force, growling as I bring the phone to my ear before answering. “Hello.”

“Need you at the main house, brother. The men of WRATH have an answer for us on el Jefe and his men.”

My hackles rise at Jack’s words, my entire body going rigid in anticipation of battle. “Be there in five.”

I don’t wait for him to answer. He’s probably making the rounds and calling all the brothers. Instead, I head to the bed and to my woman who’s lying there, deep concern etched over her features.

“Is everything okay?” Anaya is moving to cover herself with a pillow, but I’m not having it. Just as I did in her room before, I grab her wrist and stop her.

“No, baby. Not when you hide yourself from me.” My eyes rake over her delectable body, appreciating every curvy inch.

She’s blushing, but she’s no longer trying to cover herself. “I’m serious, Austin. Who was that? Was it about Ray?”

I growl, my heavy body pinning her small one to the bed as I grab and raise both hands above her head. “Listen to me and listen to me good. You will never speak another man’s name in our bed. Understood?”

She’s blinking up at me, her edible mouth parted in surprise. A beat passes and I think she’s going to deny me, but she nods, her breath coming out shaky as she answers in a soft whisper, “Okay.”

“Good girl.” I give her a chaste but hard kiss before peeling myself from her body—one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. “I have to go see my brothers, but I’ll be back soon. Don’t leave this room.”

Her brows furrow as she partially sits up, her palms pressing against the bed. “But I was supposed to meet R—Umm, I have plans. Plans that won’t take long. Besides, shouldn’t I be staying in my room? What if the kids come looking for me? Oh god, the kids… They must’ve heard us!”

Her face is a deep red, clearly embarrassed, but she needn’t be.

“This room is soundproofed. All the master bedrooms in the cabins are. It’s one of their touted features.” As much as I would’ve liked that soon-to-be ex of hers hearing her scream my name, I knew it was probably better he didn’t. Not yet, at least. I run a hand along her curves, sinking my fingers into her hips possessively. “And as far as your meeting. Cancel it.”

Anaya’s mouth is hanging open, her wide eyes glaring at me. “I can’t just cancel. I gave him my word.”

My stomach churns as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest. “Listen to me, Anaya. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine. Unfortunately, there’s a meeting with my brothers right now and I can’t run the surveillance on our guest’s cabin like I originally wanted to. Which means you won’t be as safe.”

Anaya sits upright, her legs swinging over to the side of the bed. “You were going to spy on me?!”

“Surveil. Not Spy.”

She shoves at my shoulder, but I fail to move. This is something I’m not willing to compromise on.

“It is so not the same thing.”

“It is, and the answer is still no. You’re not going, not until I’m able to give you a gun or taser or something. Anything to keep you safe when you’re out of range and next to a wild card.” I pull her onto my lap, cradling her head to my chest. “You’re too fucking precious for me to lose, Anaya. I won’t survive it.”

I feel her body melt into mine and I hope that somehow I’ve gotten through to her. Maybe I’m just being jealous—a possessive man over what’s his—but the thought of her at Ray’s cabin just feels wrong.

She sighs into me. “Fine. But just for tonight and just until you can get me some sort of protection. I don’t think he’d do anything, but it’s smart not to go in blind.”

“That’s my girl. Making Daddy proud.” I’m teasing, but not. I love this little game we play, and I’m not ready to give it up.

Unfortunately for me, Anaya might not feel the same. She’s groaning, burying her face into my chest. “Oh god. I can’t believe we did that.”

Pulling back enough to take her face in my hands, I level her with a narrowed glare. “Did what, Anaya? Claim each other? Give each other what the other needed?” My eyes are wild, bouncing back and forth between hers. “There’s nothing wrong with what we did. Yes, we may be a little jagged inside. Broken because of what we’ve survived, but those broken bits call to one another, recognizing their other half and making them whole. I won’t be ashamed of caring for you, giving you what you need. And I sure as fuck won’t let anyone shame you. Not even yourself. Understood?”

Seconds tick by as I see the wetness pool in my girl’s eyes. I know she’s seen her share of heartache, and I vow right then to never be the one to add to it. It’s now my job to protect her, keep her safe from harm, and that means away from Ray. At least until I can set up better parameters for their meeting.

Pressing my fingers to the underside of her chin, I tilt her face toward mine. “Answer me, baby. I need to know you understand.”

Anaya sniffles, blinking away a single tear, but she nods. “I understand.”

Her words bring me a sense of peace I needed in order to function the rest of the night. And without wanting to, I lower her onto the bed, pulling the heavy down comforter over her naked body.

“God, you’re beautiful.” It was more so whispered to myself, but the accolade has her blushing all the same. “Stay just like this, baby. I’ll be back soon. Promise.”

Lowering myself, I press a kiss to her forehead, lingering just for a second. She smells of sex, sweat, and her; the combination a heady drug I don’t want to leave, but I know that if I don’t pry myself away now, I never will.

With one last glance, I rise from the bed and walk out the door, needing to get this meeting over with as soon as possible. Now that I have Anaya in my bed, revenge seems like nothing but an afterthought and something that could wait. Too bad for me, the other Crown brothers don’t feel the same.