An Alliance Bonus Scene

by S.J. Tilly

“Baby,” Cassandra whispers into the room.

I turn away from the cribs and find her standing in the doorway.

The babies’ room is dark, so the dimly lit hallway behind Cassandra silhouettes her perfect form.

She holds her hand out to me. “You’re going to miss your call with the guys.”

I glance at the clock, seeing I have two minutes.

I inhale the scent of the babies’ room, then step forward and take my wife’s hand.

It’s not a surprise I lost track of time.

And not a surprise Cassandra knew where to find me.

I end up in the twins’ room almost every night.

I like to see them safe.

Like to know they’re sleeping soundly.

I flex my fingers around Cassandra’s as I smile to myself.

My kids. My wife.

Fucking wild.

And somehow more terrifying than the life of violence I’ve become so adept at.

We walk together past our bedroom, then down the stairs into the living room.

“Put a show on, Butterfly. I’ll only be a bit.”

“Okay.” She tips her face up, and I press my lips to hers.

Cassandra knows the call is about a surprise, but I already promised to tell her as soon as I was done. Which is perfect, because I want to tell her, because I hate keeping secrets from her—not that I ever have, but I also need to make sure it all works out before I get her excited.

“Just a few minutes.” I promise her.

Our fingers drag against each other as I step away.

In the office, I sit behind my computer and open the link I emailed everyone for the video call.

Thirty seconds later, three other people join, creating a square of our faces.

The faces of The Alliance.

King is leaned back in his chair, arms crossed casually over his chest.

Dom has his chin resting on his hand, looking like an exhausted parent.

And Nero is glaring at me. “The fuck we havin’ a damn Zoom meeting for?”

I open up my browser and copy the website I need, then I message it to the group. “I need you to all buy a pair of these at the same time.”

The men all shift on the screen as they sit up.

“Pair?” Nero asks, suddenly excited. “Cain having a sale or something?”

“It’s not an online weapons sale,” I deadpan.

Nero scrunches up his face, and I know he’s opened the link. “Seriously?”

Dom rubs his hands together. “I love this show. I’m gonna kick all your asses.”

“It’s not a competition,” I try to explain.

“Ten grand a ticket.” King sighs. “I take it we’re bringing the wives if you want us each to buy two?”

I nod.

“We’re paying twenty fucking thousand dollars for a cooking class? Singular?” Nero is leaning so close to the screen his face takes up the entire square.

“Man, I’m going to set up the eye appointment for you.” Dom shakes his head. “You need fucking glasses.”

“And you need to mind your own damn business,” Nero snaps back. “My eyesight is fine.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Dom rolls his eyes.

“Give me your rifle and start running. Then tell me I can’t see.”

Dom snorts.

“Can we table Nero’s failing sight for a moment?” I try to get everyone’s attention.

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” Nero rears back.

I point at the screen. “Refresh the page…” I pause, watching the time on my clock roll over to the top of the hour. “Now. Then select Minneapolis.”

“Two each?” King confirms.

“Yeah.” I purchase my pair of tickets.

I wait a few moments until all three men sit back, their tickets purchased.

Dom cracks his knuckles. “I’m gonna go practice.”

“Not a competition,” I repeat.

“Everything’s a competition.” He smirks, then leaves the call.

King yawns. “I’ve been feeling a little too rich since I’ve been attending fewer charitable events ever since Aspen moved to Chicago. So this feels like old times. Thanks.” Then he leaves, and it’s just me and Nero.

“It is a competition, though, right?” my neighbor asks me.

I shake my head. “It’s a cooking class. I don’t know how much plainer I can say that. No one wins. The money goes to college scholarships.”

“Nero,” Payton shouts from somewhere outside my view. “Get this katana off Toto right now.”

I blink at the man.

Did Payton say what I think she said?

Nero stares at me for a long second, not answering his wife. “Okay, not a competition.” Then he winks and disappears from my screen.

I turn off my computer and stand.

These idiots are going to be disappointed when they find out it’s literally a fucking cooking class like I kept saying.

Turning the light off as I go, I exit the office and head back to the living room.

The glow from the TV fills the room, the volume so low I can hardly hear it. But when I see what Cassandra is watching, I grin.

She catches me. “What’s that smile for?”

“You watching Second Bite.” I nod at the baking competition show she loves.

“Okay.” She tilts her head. “Now are you going to tell me what that call was about?”

I sit on the couch, turning to face her. “Have you seen the ads for the cooking classes Chef Mike and his wife are putting on? To raise money for their scholarship?”

Cassandra slowly nods, her eyes going wide. “Yes.”

“We’re going,” I tell her. “All of us.”

Instead of replying, Cassandra launches herself at me.

I catch her, my arms around her waist, as I drop back so she’s lying on top of me.

I grin up at my beautiful woman. “Does this mean you’re excited?”

She kisses my cheek. “Yes.” She kisses my other cheek. “So much.” She kisses the tip of my nose. “I can’t wait.” She kisses my lips. “I love you.”

I palm the back of her head and bring her mouth back to mine.

“I love you too.” My lips brush against hers with each word.

I feel her smile.

She’s always smiling.

At me.

At our children.

At everything.

I lift my head from the couch cushion and seal our mouths together.

Cassandra is my world.

My fingers tangle in her curls. Her hands grip my shoulders. And her lips part. For me.

Our tongues dance together, and her taste fills me.

My Cassandra.

My Butterfly.

The woman who saved me.

Who gave me back the life I thought I’d lost.

I sit up, her legs on either side of my waist, and I tip her onto her back, with me on top this time.

Her thighs tighten around me as I roll my hips against her heat.

She moans into my mouth, feeling me. Feeling how ready I am.

Knowing how ready I always am.

“Hans,” she pants when I pull my mouth away.

“Cassandra.” I grip the bottom of her shirt and pull it up over her head. Her bra goes next.

I want to be greedy. Want to suck her perfect tits into my mouth and feed off her.

I’ve done it before. And I’ll do it again. But I know the twins need her more than I do. So I’ll settle for feasting between her legs tonight.

Crawling backward, I drag her pants off, revealing her bare sex.

“No panties?” I growl. “What a naughty brat.”

I bend down before she can reply and seal my lips to her entrance.

The essence of her explodes across my tongue, and my eyes roll back as I lick up the length of her slit.

More.

I need more.

Always more.

I hook my arms around her thighs and spread her wider.

“Daddy.” She tugs at my hair, pulling the long strands free and wrapping them around her fingers.

She calls me that all the time now.

I think she wants it to be the kids’ first word. But I use Mommy even more. Needing them to speak to her first. Needing them to be as obsessed with their mommy as I am.

I push my tongue into Cassandra’s pussy, as far as I can.

She pulls my hair harder.

I drag my tongue up over her clit.

She whimpers.

I do it again. And again.

Every pass, she gets wetter. And I get harder.

She squirms beneath me.

I pull back and wipe my mouth on the inside of her thigh, leaving a shiny spot on her smooth skin. “You ready, Butterfly?”

But instead of nodding, she shakes her head.

Okay, then.

I drop my face back to her pussy and latch on to her clit, sucking it into my mouth.

“N-no.” She pulls at my hair again.

I freeze, lifting my head so I can look at her. “No?”

Her face is flushed.

Her chest and her big, glorious tits are rising and falling with heavy breaths.

She’s enjoying herself.

I know she is.

She tugs on my hair again. “Not that.”

I push up onto my elbows. “What do you need?”

She looks at me with lowered lids. “Your cock.” She takes another breath. “In my throat.”

I clench my jaw.

Fuck me, I love her.

I lift her leg closest to the edge of the couch, then roll under it, landing on all fours on the carpet.

I’m still fully dressed, so I stand and reach for the front of my jeans.

“Shirt too.” She watches me. “Take your shirt off too.”

I undo my button and zipper, then shake my hips to help the denim slide down my legs as I pull my shirt up over my head.

She snickers at my horrible strip dance. But I’m too turned on to even smile right now.

Kicking my jeans aside, I shove my boxer briefs down, and her snickers stop when my cock frees itself.

This house is ridiculous.

Huge beyond reason.

And this couch is just as absurd. Fourteen feet long, with deep seat cushions.

But right now, as I kneel on the couch above Cassandra’s head, facing her body, looking down at her glorious nudity, I think this might be my favorite piece of furniture in the world.

My wife reaches for me, and I have to grit my teeth when her warm fingers wrap around my length.

And I have to clench my stomach muscles when she opens her mouth wide.

And I have to remember to breathe when she sticks her tongue out, silently telling me to fuck her face.

I drop forward, bracing my hands on the cushion on either side of her hips.

I tip my head down, looking between our bodies, looking at her open mouth. “You ready now, Butterfly?”

But I know the answer, so I thrust my hips forward, filling her throat with my dick.

And I swear I black out for a heartbeat.

Cassandra’s fingertips dig into my thighs, pulling me deeper.

Her throat tightens around the intrusion, and I pull back, until just the tip is between her lips.

Cassandra circles her tongue around me.

I shove back in.

My girl.

My perfect girl.

My wife who loves sucking my cock just as much as I love licking her pussy.

She rubs her thighs together.

I shift my weight to one arm and grip her knee with my free hand.

“Spread your legs,” I command.

Cassandra bends her legs, presses the bottom of her feet together, and butterflies her knees apart, opening herself for me.

I thrust in and out of her mouth, my dick throbbing with building pleasure as I drag my hand up her inner thigh.

Her slit is so shiny. So wet. When I reach it, I slide two fingers right into her entrance.

She moans around my cock.

Then I drag my fingers out at the same pace I drag my dick out of her mouth.

I pause. Just enough for me to hear her pull in a deep breath.

Then I push into her. My cock down her throat, my fingers in her pussy.

I pull out. I push in.

I work so hard not to come.

I breathe through the intensity.

I keep my eyes locked on her core, watching my fingers disappear.

And when she starts to tremble.

When she starts to tense around me.

I pull out completely.

She lets out a cry, but she’s already moving with me. Twisting so her bottom half is hanging off the edge of the couch as I kneel on the floor.

My lungs are working too hard to speak, so I just watch her. I watch her eyes as she watches mine while I line myself up.

The head of my cock presses against her heat, and she grins.

I pause. “What is it?”

She reaches a hand between her legs and starts to rub. “Two isn’t enough.”

I watch her fingers work, then I look back up and meet her eyes. “What?”

“I stopped taking my pills.” She widens her legs even more, rubbing herself harder. “Give me another set of twins.”

She…

Fuck.

Cassandra breaks. Crying out. And I’m lost to her.

The first pulse of my release splashes against her fingers.

Then I drop my weight forward, filling her with everything I have.