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“Are we safe?” she whispers when the door is closed.
“Very.” I take her hand and lead her to the kitchen. “I’ll fix this, but no one else is coming. Except me. I can’t wait until after.”
My wife blushes at my words, even after all this time.
“Bend over the table and lift your dress. This is going to be quick and rough. I’ll make it up to you later.”
I shove my pants down, freeing my cock. “Brace yourself,” I warn.
When I thrust forward, we cry out as I sink into her warmth. My mind falls blank as I chase my high, knowing I have another coming soon after. The anticipation of a hunt only pushes me higher. Pleasure zips up my spine, reminding me that the thrill of a kill won’t beat this. Having Lulu here, knowing that she’s mine will always be the biggest high that I have chased.
One that I get the pleasure of reliving every day.
My soul settles. I have everything I could ever want. My wife, my family, and a terrified prey waiting to be hunted and caught.
My life couldn’t get any better, and it’s all because of Lulu.
My wife, my love, my world.
Lulu
“Happy birthday to Piglet, happy birthday to youuu,” we all sing out. Walking past the balloonarch, I place Prue on her play mat. The six-month-old kicks her legs, more than happy to be away from the noise.
“Your daddy and I got you an extra gift,” I call over with a grin while my husband sneaks out of the kitchen.
“I want cake,” William moans when I pass him.
“When your sister’s ready,” I tell him.
“But I’m hungry now,” the eight-year-old complains.
I pass him an apple off the wooden side and smirk when he curls his lip. “That’s what I thought. Sadie, you guard that cake from your twin, please,” I tease with a raised brow at my son.
Rounding the table, I hug my oldest baby. “Happy birthday, Piglet,” I say again.
“Thank you, Mom.”
We stand in a tight hug until Ajax comes back. The gift makes the other kids gasp, and our oldest son laughs.
“Happy birthday, Piglet,” Ajax says, his voice thick with emotion.
The baby pig wiggles in his arms, letting out a squeal.
Mary Lou stands still, her eyes growing bigger and bigger. “You got me a piglet.” She’s shaking, tears break free as she rushes forward to hold her new baby.
“He won’t grow very big, but you’re fully in charge of him. Food, cuddles, and poop.” Ajax grins. “Maybe you can use him as a test run for being a pig farmer.”
“What are you going to name him?” I ask, rubbing her back.
“Babe,” she sniffles, laughing.
“How are you going to kill him when you love him so much already?” Jax asks.
Mary gasps, covering Babe’s ears. “No one’s killing my child. Daddy, tell him!”
“That’s what happens on pig farms. You sell them for meat.” He shrugs.
“Jaxson,” Ajax warns.
