Moving Forward

I groaned as the bacon grease popped, burning my hand in at least six spots simultaneously. I grabbed the handle of the frying pan, biting back a scream when the scalding metal immediately seared my flesh. I spun around to fling the entire thing into the sink before putting my hands flat on the counter, breathing deeply. When hands landed on my shoulders, my head dropped defeatedly.
“Giselda, sweetheart, what are you doing?” Milton asked softly.
“Trying to cook you breakfast,” I mumbled.
“Do you want to cook me breakfast?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know!” I grumbled. “I just wanted to do something special for you. You’ve been so amazing this last week that I just wanted to show you that I appreciate you for being so patient with me.” I picked up the frying pan before letting it fall back into the sink. “I really do hate all of this housewife shit. It’s not what I was made for. I was meant to kick asses and back Logan up, not burn bacon and wash dishes.”
“So, don’t. I don’t need you to do any of that. I knew you weren’t homey when I asked you to be my wife, Giselda.”
I turned into his chest, sniffling. “But you deserve a wife who’s really a wife.”
“Nah, hard pass. I have gamma blood, baby. I need a woman that can kick ass and keep me on my toes. You are more than capable of doing that.” He paused to chuckle. “When you put me on my ass yesterday, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.”
I tilted my head back to smile up at him. “Yeah?”
He nodded as he pecked my lips. “Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you ask me to be your mate?” I whispered.
He sighed as he picked me up, and I instantly wrapped both my arms and legs around him like I had been doing since we got back to Havana.
“Because, love, I don’t want to pressure you. I know what we said about being mates, but if you change your mind, it’s easier to get a divorce than to break a mate bond,” he answered softly as he carried me back into the bedroom.
He deposited me onto the bed before crawling in behind me to hold me close to his body while I moved my fingers lazily over his arm.
“I’m not going to change my mind, Milton.”
“Are you sure about that?” He murmured, nipping at my neck and sending shivers down my spine.
I rolled toward him to grip his face between my hands as I looked into his eyes. When we arrived in Havana, I wasn’t sure if romantic feelings would form for me, but getting to know him had me finally sure that I could be happily in love with him eventually. I slowly molded my lips to his, enjoying the way he immediately jumped into our feverish kiss. When I pulled back, he groaned.
“Goddess, Giselda. You are so fucking perfect.”
I ran my hands down his naked chest as my pussy clenched in anticipation. Angel and I had been discussing finally mating with him, and it was making me a little crazy. Each and every heated look from him made me want him more, especially when it was coupled with being thrown around like a rag doll by a muscular man that dripped sex with ease. I licked my lips as I thought about the way he had pinned me two days ago before I managed to flip our position, only to grind against his erection until we were both exploding from the friction.
“Giselda?” He called softly.
“Mhmmm?” I answered as I gently dragged my nails down his chest to his stomach.
“What are you doing?” He asked huskily.
“Nothing,” I responded, slowly pushing my hand down his pants to stroke his cock.
“That doesn’t feel like nothing,” he moaned as he began to push his hips up.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I should stop,” I told him breathlessly.
“If you do, I’m liable to die.”
I giggled a little as I pulled my hand out of his pants to remove my tank top and the boxers I had stolen from him. “Not yet! Maybe in a little bit.”
His eyes moved over my body slowly, making me want to squirm under his gaze. “You’re killing me, baby.”
I licked my lips nervously as I started to tug on his shorts. “Take them off.”
He lifted his hips, helping me remove his shorts before pulling me onto his lap with his fingers digging into my hips. I rocked my hips a few times, sliding my wetness along his shaft teasingly. He moaned loudly, letting me know that he was going even crazier. I lifted myself up to stroke his cock between our bodies a few times as I met his eyes.
“I want you to mark me, Milton, and I want to mark you back,” I told him as I positioned his tip at my entrance before slowly lowering myself down onto him until I couldn’t take him any deeper.
“Giselda!”
I let my head drop back as I began to move my hips, grinding against him before lifting up, only to repeat the action over and over again. After a few minutes of my slow tortuous movements, he rolled me over to thrust into me harder. His hand came up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes as he made love to me. When the pressure in my stomach became too much to handle, I put my feet flat on the bed to push up against him harder, not allowing him to pull fully out of me.
“MILTON! DEEPER!” I cried.
His hand shifted to my neck where he squeezed a little as his eyes flashed at me. He jerked my head to the side before leaning down to bite into my throat. My body bucked wildly as pleasure took over, rocking me to my core at the intensity of my orgasm. I slumped against the bed under him, panting hard. He pulled his teeth out of my throat and kissed up to my lips, where I teasingly nipped at his before turning my head to bite into his neck. While Angel poured her venom into his mark to make it permanent, his thrusts got even wilder, almost violent until he released his load into me. I ran my hands down his back as his cock spasmed in me.
“Goddess, Giselda,” he grunted. “You are divine.”
I smiled softly as I kissed his cheek. “I love you, Milton.”
He froze entirely, not even his chest moved with his breath. He slowly raised his head to look at me. “What?”
My smile got bigger as I ran my fingers through his hair. “I said, ‘I love you.’”
“I love you too, Giselda.”
I smacked his arm. “As much as I want to stay in bed with you all day, I have to sadly go Beta Logan,” I giggled.
He kissed my neck. “Can I go with you? I want to torment the troops.”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! They need to have their asses whooped.”
He pulled out of me with one last kiss before walking toward the dresser and tossing me some jeans and a t-shirt.
“Go smelling like me?” He requested.
“Yeah,” I agreed, blushing.
He watched me get dressed while I tried to avoid looking at him. I knew it was stupid, especially because we just mated, but I was still hesitant to let myself fully fall into my emotions. I followed him out of the room, groaning when he went straight to the kitchen to pick up a cooked sausage, well at least I thought it was cooked. He smirked at me as he chewed the internally raw piece of meat.
“Mmmm. Perfect.”
I rolled my eyes as I grumpily grabbed my keys. “Asshole!” I huffed.
He laughed as he grabbed an entire fistful before following me out of the house. “I can teach you how to cook if you want. My sisters made sure I could survive without them.”
“Nope. I’ll leave the housewife-ing to you.”
His words were drowned out by Logan opening our link.
‘I’m on my way right now, cousin. I’m sorry I’m late,’ I told him.
‘Come to the front gate, please, Gilda.’ I frowned but changed my path to go to the front gate while Milton followed me without hesitation. ‘Oh, and Gilda, leave Milton at home.’
‘He’s my beta boar. He–’
‘Leave him at home! That’s an order!’ He growled.
I sighed as I turned around to face Milton. “I’m sorry, but there is something that I need to handle without you being there.” I pecked his lips. “I promise I’ll tell you what happened later.”
Anger filled his eyes, but he nodded. “I guess I’ll just find something to do then,” he snapped before walking away.
I watched him go for a moment before sticking my hands in my pockets. I was so going to hurt Logan. I didn’t want to fight with Milton. We had just mated and marked each other. We were supposed to be basking in the glow of our new, deeper relationship. Not fighting. I narrowed my eyes on Annie as she ran up to me, twisting her hands anxiously.
“Giselda, wait! Listen–”
I rolled my eyes as I continued past her, wanting to get this over with so I could go find Milton and make up with him. Annie grabbed my arm, making me turn around.
“I SAID STOP!” She shrieked, her aura coming out a little.
I ran my eyes over her face, taking in her anxious, almost scared face before raising my eyebrow.
“What in the hell is going on?” I hissed.
“Giselda?”
I stiffened immediately when his soft voice caressed my skin like a warm spring shower. I shook my head in denial.
“No,” I mouthed.
Annie gave me a sad smile. “I told you this was a possibility. I warned–”
“Giselda?” He said my name again, even softer than before.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to pretend that my world wasn’t shattering around my feet. His hand wrapped around my elbow before I was turned around to face him. He gripped my chin to tilt my face up.
“Giselda, I’m so sorry,” he murmured.
I opened my eyes as my bottom lip trembled. “No, Gerry. I don’t forgive you.”
“What can I–”
I slammed both of my hands into his chest, making him fly backward a few feet as my hands fisted at my side. “NO! YOU DON’T GET TO DO THIS TO ME! GO AWAY! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE,” I screamed.
He looked up at me sadly from where he lay on the ground. “I love–”
“Go to hell, Gerald. I never want to see you again,” I whimpered before spinning around to race away, ignoring Logan’s calls for me.
I didn’t stop running until I was back at the house, calling for Milton as I stumbled up the stairs. When he appeared at the door, I immediately threw myself into his arms.
“Don’t leave me,” I sobbed.
“I’m not, Giselda. What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Gerry’s here,” I admitted, my voice full of distress.
He stiffened in front of me. “Where is he?”