Chapter 226: Bonus (2)
Their marriage had started out entirely as a contract arrangement, and what precisely had happened between them remained a mystery to Magnus. But if stubborn old Pharean admitted fault, then it meant he truly was in the wrong.
"Go ahead. Just swap them out this time without any food coloring or industrial doses of laxatives," the Alpha ordered sternly, watching his daughter’s ears flush bright red at the mortifying memory.
"That only happened once! I’ve already learned they don’t chemically mix well!"
Blushing furiously, the girl bolted out the door. Chuckling quietly to himself, Magnus dropped his gaze back to his phone screen. To his wife’s photograph. He missed her. He missed his mate with an agonizing, addictive intensity that bordered on madness. Checking the clock with a swift glance, he shoved his phone into his pocket, grabbed his car keys, and strode purposefully toward the underground garage.
As the powerful engine roared to life, he closed his eyes for a fraction of a second. He caught himself realizing that after fifteen years of official marriage, he still couldn’t survive a single day without her. Like some lovesick, reckless teenager, he still devoured her with his eyes the moment she entered a room, and their intimacy remained nothing short of explosive.
Just looking at a casual photo of her was enough to make him want to howl with mounting desire. She had been gone for three days, but it felt like a bloody eternity.
Their one-year-old daughter had unexpectedly started cutting her fangs. All of his children had gone through it, but the youngest had blown past them all, sparking such a violent hormonal surge that Jane had been forced to rush her straight to Alan and Adam’s private clinic for round-the-clock monitoring.
Everything had stabilized by now, of course. Jane had called earlier to report that the teeth were almost fully through. Yet looking at today’s photo, the toddler still only had her two top and two bottom baby teeth showing.
Perhaps the new ones were just beginning to peek through, but that was something requiring an immediate, firsthand inspection. Magnus was a deeply attentive and responsible father. He was practically obligated to verify personally just where and how those little fangs were coming in. And he was certainly not driving over there simply because he wouldn’t survive the day—let alone the long evening—without the intoxicating scent of his wife. Fangs. Strictly fangs.
He had never been any good at lying to himself. With a guttural roar of the exhaust, he threw the vehicle into gear and tore out of the garage, speeding toward the clinic.
"Twenty says he drove straight to their mother," a dark-haired boy declared with absolute certainty, drawing the heavy curtains closed and turning away from the panoramic window.
"Pfft, Hugo, I’m not even taking that bet. He’s a hundred percent heading straight for her," the second teenager muttered, rolling his eyes as he slipped a thick sleep mask over his forehead and cast one final, critical look at a combat pistol he had just stripped down to the very last screw.
"Right, fair enough. Shall I start the timer? Mind you, Ulvar, if you lose this round, you’re the one personally handing that... questionable gift to Matthias." Hugo rubbed his hands together with a sly grin, vividly imagining his brother’s mortification at publicly gifting the eldest a box of adult novelty toys.
"Touch a single component on this table, and I’ll have the smith tattoo a crosshair right across your ass. Everything has to be fair," the boy snarled, slipping the blindfold over his eyes.
Ulvar began assembling the pistol blindly. He was categorically unprepared to face the prospect of gifting his eldest nephew such a box—especially a transparent one.
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"Magnus... I would have discharged myself with Kaya tomorrow anyway," the woman moaned, breathless.
She winced slightly at the chilling bite of the ceramic basin against her bare thighs, but a second later, a sweet, ragged whimper escaped her lips as her husband’s heat drove deep inside her.
"Shh, my soul. If you moan like that, we’re definitely going to be heard," the Alpha growled darkly right against his wife’s lips before capturing them in a ravenous, unforgiving kiss.
He hadn’t held back at all, and he didn’t regret his reckless impulse for a single second. Catching her slender legs beneath her knees, he jerked her flush against him, burying himself to the hilt while swallowing her fractured gasps into his mouth.
Jane’s fingers dug deep into his broad shoulders, leaving angry crescents as she fought desperately to keep herself from crying out. Oh, yes—he had just asked her to stay quiet, but her futile attempts at self-control drove him straight to the edge. They stoked an internal wildfire so hot he was ready to take her right here and now, ruthlessly driving her past the threshold of sanity until she screamed from the sheer bliss of it. Pushing his woman past the point of all restraint was his favorite addiction in existence.
A dark smirk touched his lips as he abruptly broke the kiss. Wetly dragging his lips down her hyper-sensitive throat, he deliberately slowed his cadence, relishing the breathless, demanding whimpers that followed.
He had lied to her shamelessly. There was no one left in this locked-off wing. Alan had gritted his teeth, of course, but he had managed to herd the remaining duty doctors and staff to another floor under the guise of an impromptu emergency briefing.
Meanwhile, Magnus had slipped his wife into the staff quarters’ shower room, kissing her senseless before driving her to a ruthless climax. He hadn’t planned on sex at all. He had only meant to stroke her cheek. But the moment he saw the tight, hardened peaks of her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her tank top, he had snapped. Now, she was fiercely biting into his neck in return, her heels pressing demandingly against his flexed hips to force him into a faster rhythm.
Pressing a lingering kiss behind her ear, he thrust inward with a heavy, final stroke, knowing he was done for. He could no longer tease her when he was burning alive in the same feral flame.
"If you keep this up... I’ll bite you," Jane growled against his mouth.
She jerked his head down by the scruff, sinking her teeth into his lower lip in a sharp, stinging kiss. Magnus couldn’t deny his woman anything. Absolutely nothing. Within moments, her unrestrained cries and breathless shrieks were echoing down the empty corridor.
"I still would have come home tomorrow anyway," the woman panted, her frame still shuddering from the lingering aftershocks of pleasure.
"You told me on the phone that they wouldn’t discharge you for a few more days," Magnus murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her swollen, bitten lips.
"I wanted to make it a surprise." Causing a feather-light hand to trace his stubbled jaw, Jane slipped down from the basin, stretching out lazily.
"Tomorrow, those two idiots are going to be in no shape for your surprises," Magnus chuckled, zipping up his trousers.
"Just make sure those boys don’t burn the house down while we’re gone," she frowned, stepping close to fix his collar with a dead-serious look in her eyes. "Because if they do..."
"—...then I’ll cover for them, you know I will," Magnus murmured, gently stroking his wife’s flushed cheek as a soft smile touched her lips.