22. Wolfgang

CHAPTER 22

WOLFGANG

Lizard Dick: Wait. What's going on with my kid? I didn't have my phone on me for a bit…

The Mafia Queen: Oh, false alarm! I thought she'd disappeared, but the cheeky little devil was just hiding.

The Mafia Queen: And Violentia has since picked Daisy up for "girl time," so I assume they're out committing petty crimes at this point.

The One with the Biggest Dick: We're doing mud masks from the dollar store.

The Mafia Queen: Case in point.

It was barely noon by the time I could return to my bungalow, but I was ready to call it a day.

Being The Hand of Death is fucking exhausting.

Zion and I had spent a solid two hours discussing the cyclone situation with Lady Tempest before interrogating any guests we'd collectively decided posed a threat .

This short list included Isaiah Salah, of all people, but Zion quickly shot down his mother's suggestion by insisting all his siblings were to be trusted.

I'm not sure I agree with that…

But I can certainly appreciate the sentiment.

My thoughts of family were interrupted as Kai came barreling around the bend—so quickly, I had to leap off the dirt path to avoid touching her.

Fuck!

"FUCK!!!" she shouted, clutching her chest. "You just came out of fucking nowhere…"

Sighing, I brushed off my suit and stepped back onto the path. "I am naturally quiet, yes."

"For real," she muttered, eyeing me warily.

I observed her in return, noticing she looked agitated beyond being startled by me. My gaze instinctively dropped to her pregnant belly before returning to her face, trying to determine if there was a physical injury I should be worried about.

This clan certainly keeps me busy.

"Are you… alright?" I squinted at her, unsure if it was my place to ask while also wondering where the hell Violentia was.

Didn't I suggest they spend the day together?

The normie's expression morphed into a glare that almost had me stepping backward. "The baby is fine, if that's what you're asking."

She'd make a terrifying supe .

"It wasn't," I replied, stifling my smile as I realized why she and Vi got along so well. "I was asking how you were doing, Kai."

Her hot pink eyebrows shot up. "Oh. Well… I'm…"

And then, she started crying.

Oh no.

"We had a fight. At least, I think we did? I don't know. Clearly, I said something wrong, so that's one more person who doesn't want to be around me. Plus, I'm sweaty and the size of a planet and I'm literally existing inside a glass cage of emotions at all times. It's just… a lot, you know?"

Indeed.

Before I could reply, her eyes widened. "Oh, fuck. I didn't mean to unload on you like that. You're The Ha—ead of this family and have much better things to do than listen to me complain… S-sorry…"

"Don't be sorry," I calmly interrupted, clenching my fists to resist the urge to physically comfort her.

Kai's panicked gaze shot to my gloved hands, and I realized the only thing that would convince this normie I wasn't about to drain her was blatant honesty.

Hopefully, what's said on this island stays on the island.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, I am the head of this clan, but that includes you, Kai, and not just because you're carrying our next generation."

My gaze momentarily dropped to her belly again as overwhelming gratitude welled up inside me. It might have been because I'd been forced to take on a protective parental role to all five of my siblings, but I already knew there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for Butch and Xander's offspring .

I made eye contact with her again before continuing, "You may not be a supe, or related to me by blood, but you've clearly brought joy to my sibling's life. Kindness like that does not go unnoticed."

You're a Suarez now, like it or not.

It was all truth. I was incredibly thankful for how Kai had single-handedly coaxed Vi out of the dark place she'd retreated into since returning from Iceland.

I certainly wasn't able to reach her.

Not until today.

Kai looked like she was in danger of crying again but squared her shoulders instead. "Yeah, well, bestie doesn't seem to share your opinion. It's like I don't even exist anymore."

That doesn't sound right.

Unless…

Despite how close Vi and Kai were, I wasn't sure how much my sister had told the normie about her powers. That wasn't my place to share, but what went down with Atmosphera was simply gossip, so I assumed the normie at least knew the abridged version.

They are "besties" after all, right?

If a bit more intel could help ease Kai's concerns, I was more than happy to clarify.

Then, I can go lie down.

"I don't believe you should take Violentia's actions personally, Kai," I gently spoke, keeping my tone low and soothing. "She's been… distracted since the incident with Zion's sister this summer, but I think she's more upset over what happened with her powers than anything. That it occurred while she was in bed with Dahlia just added insult to injury." I scoffed. "At least, in my opinion."

Since Dahlia isn't half the supe Vi is.

Kai had gone eerily still, her face giving nothing away. "I see. So I was dragged from my home to this nine-thousand-degree hellscape just so I could feel like even more of a third wheel than I already do with Xander and Butch…"

What is she talking about?

With a sigh, I slid my hands down the front of my suit, more than ready to wrap up this conversation so I could return to my inventus. "You would have needed to vacate your apartment anyway, Kai, since Xander is using this week away to combine the two units into one?—"

"HE'S DOING WHAT?!!!" Kai shrieked, and this time, I did step back, wondering for a moment if she wasn't a supe after all.

This is what I get for chatting.

The only other person I'd seen capable of such glorious rage was Simon, and it was much more attractive when he did it.

Two tiny tyrants is one too many.

"I… thought you knew…" I muttered as she stormed past, ranting about "finding a pair of scissors to teach bestie a fucking lesson."

Oh well.

It's time for someone else to clean up their own mess for once.

At this point, I was aching for Simon's touch, so I revved up my super speed to race back to our bungalow, uncaring who might witness me using my powers.

I own this island anyway .

"Mon chou!" he exclaimed as I burst through the door, scooped him up, and tackled him to the bed before tearing off his clothes.

This is what I need.

Almost…

"Simon," I begged between peppering his exposed skin with bites and kisses. "I need you to… please…"

Because he was perfect—because he was custom-made for me—my inventus knew exactly what I was struggling to articulate.

"You want me to top you, like the dog you are?"

Fuck.

Yes.

"Yes, Boss," I gasped, rolling off him so I could quickly remove my clothes and get on my hands and knees. "Yes, fucking please."

"With pleasure," he murmured, reaching for the lube we sometimes used, depending on the mood.

We can be civilized occasionally.

Just not now.

"None for me," I whispered before lowering my head to my forearms, already worlds better than I had been a few moments ago. "I want to feel you owning me."

"I do own you, don't I?" Simon purred, kneeling behind me and running his hands down my back before spreading me open. "Beautiful. Such a pretty feast for me."

Then, he spit on my hole and dove in for his favorite meal .

"F-f-fuuuck…" I choked out as he sucked and nipped at my puckered skin before boldly shoving his tongue inside my ass, making me see stars.

The first time he'd tasted me like this, I'd almost passed out from the experience. Granted, that was also because I'd thought it was the last time we'd be together before I snuck off to Iceland to confront Glacial Girl and Vi?—

I grunted as Simon's hand came down hard on my ass. "Pay attention!" he barked. "The only agenda item on your mind should be which part of me— tongue, cock, or cum—is about to fill which of your holes."

"Give me all of it," I groaned, desperately reaching between my legs to ease my throbbing cock.

"Bad dog." Simon batted my hand away before prowling along the mattress to kneel by my head. "Just for that, my first orgasm will be down your throat instead of in your arse."

That doesn't sound like punishment to me.

I groaned as he violently yanked me up by my hair before slamming my mouth down on his perfect cock.

Heaven.

Wanting nothing more than to please him, I allowed my inventus to use my throat like a fucktoy, moaning around him through our closed circuit of pleasure. We both knew the rougher Simon got with me, the more easily I could forget every single one of my responsibilities and disappear into the bliss he provided.

"That's right, Wolfy. Suce-moi la bite. Show me what a good dog you can be."

Yes. Boss .

I pulled off him enough to wrap my lips around his crown and suck like my life depended on it. My still gloved hand snuck between his legs, ghosting over his balls before trailing up his crack to press against his hole.

"Putain!" Simon shouted, folding his petite frame over me as he abruptly flooded my mouth. "Not the… gloves, Wolfy… Have mercy!"

I moaned at the salty taste of him—at the wave upon wave of ecstasy passing through our bond, drawing me dangerously close to the edge.

Don't come, don't come, don't come…

"You better not have come yet," Simon hissed, shoving his flagging cock deeper. "And don't stop sucking until I'm hard enough again to fuck you."

I hummed as I set to work, knowing just how to work him to get his perfect cock ready again in record time.

It helps that he's still in his twenties….

With a growl that would have scared any supe, Simon pulled out and shoved me onto my back. Granted, I only moved because he wanted me to move, but I enjoyed the illusion of being pushed around all the same.

He could destroy me, and I would thank him for it.

My tiny tyrant bent my legs and pressed against the back of my thighs, spreading me open. "Keep those gloved hands above your head and don't you dare come until my cum is dripping from your arse."

"Anything you say, Boss," I whispered as he spit on my hole again. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

Forever .

"Good man," Simon praised as he pushed his way inside me, smirking as I hissed at the familiar sting. "Now, I'm going to fuck you slowly, until the only thought in that pretty head of yours is me."

Absolute fucking heaven.

As promised, that was exactly what my inventus did. He stuffed me full, pausing with his groin flush with my ass before dragging himself out again. Over and over—psychotically slow—until my cock was weeping precum on my abs and I was writhing beneath him.

Until I no longer thought of anything but him.

"Please, Simon," I whimpered, uncaring how desperate I sounded. "I need to… "

I need to come like I need air.

He sighed contentedly, only slightly increasing his torturous rhythm. "Hearing The Hand of Death beg is truly my kryptonite. I'll be filling your greedy hole in just a tick, but first, how would you like me to make you come, mon chou?"

I stared down at my neglected cock—angry and red and bouncing with every thrust. "Put your hands on me. Please…"

Simon's smirk only grew. "Mmm… I don't think I will, but perhaps a finger or two…"

He sucked two fingers into his mouth before squeezing them into my ass alongside his dick, rubbing them over my p-spot so forcefully, I shouted.

"Uh, uh, uh," he tsked as I clawed at the sheets, vainly attempting to stop the orgasm galloping down my spine. "Me first."

With a satisfied groan, Simon emptied himself inside me—the feel of his hot cum, the ownership of it, pulling me under with him until I exploded all over both of us.

This is what heaven must be like.

"Good dog," Simon cooed, withdrawing and leaning down to lick a path through the mess I'd left on my chest. "Feeling better, cabbage?"

"Yes." I reached for him and pulled him close—craving his skin on mine. "That was exactly what I needed. Thank you."

You are everything I've ever wanted.

"Toujours un plaisir." Simon lifted his head so he could peer at my face. "Hard day at the office?"

"Well… I didn't kill anyone." I smiled as he huffed. "How has your day been? Aside from temporarily losing Zion's kid."

Daisy runs circles around us all.

To my surprise, Simon looked strangely shy. "My first visit of the day was from… Ziggy."

"Oh?" I carefully asked, unsure if that was a good thing or not.

"He… gave me a name. A supe name." Simon shook his head and dropped his gaze. "That ridiculous alien insisted it was his right, as my family. But it was all a bit silly and?—"

"What name did he give you?" I gently interrupted, not buying for a minute that this wasn't important to him.

My inventus cleared his throat and peeked up at me. " La Main de Fer. It means the iron fist. I told you, it was just some alien nonsense…"

"It's perfect," I whispered, blinking back tears I hadn't seen coming .

Then again, I hadn't seen Simon coming either.

He smiled , gently wiping away my tears until I was as good as new. "There you go. So… you like it?"

"I love it," I replied, already planning to add it to my family's archive the instant we arrived back home. "The Hand of Death and his Iron Fist."

Simon stretched out beside me. "Yes. It does suggest a most satisfying reign of terror, doesn't it?"

Indeed.

"Good thing I have you to be the truly terrifying one in this relationship," I murmured as my eyelids began to close. "Forever and ever."

The softest kiss brushed beneath my jaw, followed by Simon's reverent whisper. "Amen."