Bite Back

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Wyleen nodded, unsure if it was appropriate to smile or not, “I am.”

His face fell slightly, shocked, before he gritted his teeth and pounded both fists on the table, causing Wyleen to jump. “No, say you’re lying to me.”

“I—I’m not. What is the matter? I thought you would be pleased?” Wyleen put her hands on Katakuri’s forearm, trying to calm him down.

“Pleased? Wyleen Marie, I can’t…how could…” He trailed off, trying to keep himself level, though his voice had risen an octave.

Wyleen flinched slightly at hearing her first and middle names come out of Katakuri’s mouth. “I-I’m sorry, I-“

“What if the kid looks like me, huh?” He grabbed her shoulders, his composure breaking.

She blinked, “Then I would love them all the more.”

“Wylee, the kid is going to look like a damn pelican eel!”

“What the hell is a pelican eel?” She shouted back. “You say that all the time, and I haven’t a damn clue what you mean!”

“What happened to Brûlée’s face? Those assholes did that to her because I look like a pelican eel.”

“The assholes from 30 years ago? Kata, you can not be serious.” Wyleen folded her arms.

“It was because of me. What if the same thing happens to our kid?”

Wyleen laughed at Katakuri’s panicked expression. “You think our child will take anything like that lying down?”

“What if I’m not there to protect it like Brûlée?”

“That wasn’t your fault.”

“I can’t go through that again!” Katakuri shouted; the corners of his eyes glistened as he fought back the tears he had been suppressing since childhood. “I can’t see someone I love get hurt because of me, not again…never again.” His voice was choked; he had buried his face in his hands, trying to calm his breathing.

Wyleen came closer to the distraught man. Putting a hand on his back, she tried to console him as she offered reassurance. “I don’t think you have to worry so much. If the nipper is anything like you, he’ll come out already mad at the world and swinging.”

Katakuri sniffed before offering a chuckle, “Wylee, I—I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I know it wasn’t anything we were planning to happen, but it’ll be alright.” She embraced one of his arms as she rested her cheek on Katakuri’s shoulder.

“I don’t know, are you sure you want to keep the thing? Now isn’t really a good time for you to be in a compromising and vulnerable state.”

“Oh?” She backed up to look at Katakuri carefully. “And why is that?”

Katakuri sighed, looking away from her gaze, “Mama is planning to claim more territory.”

“Why should that affect me? Mama claims territory for herself all the time. Recruits more to join her crew, gains more allies…why should this be any different?”

“Because,” Katakuri sighed, standing up to walk closer to her before cupping Wyleen’s face in his warm hands. “The territory Mama is claiming is very close to your old kingdom.”

“Champlyn’s kingdom, you mean?” She frowned at Katakuri, swatting his hands away. Wyleen refused to acknowledge Cainnen as her old kingdom and renounced her father’s name altogether. “You know I don’t care to be associated with that miserable place.”

“Yes, dear.” He rolled his eyes at Wyleen while her back was to him. “You’re being such a brat.”

Wyleen snorted, folding her arms, “I don’t much care.”

“So stubborn,” he muttered as he shook his head. “I take it you are set on keeping the child, too?”

“Yes, I am.” Wyleen still wasn’t facing him. “I can do this with or without you.”

“Wyleen, you don’t have to behave like that.” Katakuri rubbed his head, as he was exasperated.

“I’m serious, Katakuri.” Wyleen turned to face him, her expression hard, serious, unmoving.

He sighed, knowing there was no swaying the woman, nor was there any point in arguing with her if she had already made up her mind, “Fine. Do as you wish.”

“Hmph.” She looked away from him, pouting slightly. “I still expect you to be in the child’s life. Even if he does look like a pelican eel, if that’s what you are so worried about.”

“Of course I will. What do you mistake me for, a deadbeat?” Katakuri grabbed her shoulder to spin her to face him. “You’re being a brat.” He repeated, eyes narrowed slightly.

She scrunched up her nose, her arms still folded, “What are you going to do about it?”

Before Wyleen could prepare, Katakuri had grabbed her, sitting her on the table, the dishes clinking together with the sudden movement. “Don’t think I’ll have any mercy on you just because you are carrying our child,” he growled in her ear. “I’ve been away from you for far too long, pet.”

Wyleen was trying to stand her ground, not to crack a smile at his advances that made her weak in the knees. Words that he has said many times, but could say a thousand more without getting tired of hearing. “Is that so?” She tried to sound unamused, but was biting her lip to prevent her lips from curling into a smirk.

“Let me have my way with you, be a good girl for me, Wylee,” Katakuri breathed into the crook of her neck between kisses.

She pushed him away slightly. “We are going to finish the meal I made for us first.” She looked at him sternly, almost challenging him; she wasn’t asking.

Katakuri snorted, a smirk pulling at his lips as he brought her down from the table, “Brat.”

“Be a good boy for me, won’t you?” Wyleen took Katakuri’s chin in her hand, smiling smugly at him before releasing him to take her place at the table next to him once more.

His face flushed slightly, his cheeks feeling hot at her words. Wyleen knew Katakuri got flustered when she turned the tables on him, saying things that he would normally say to her. It had a strange power over him, making him frustrated but aroused at the same time, his longing for her intensifying when she not only stood up to him but also taunted him slightly. “Y-Yes, dear,” he mumbled, returning to his meal.

***

“You’re mine,” Katakuri growled, grabbing Wyleen’s hips as she was on top of him.

“So needy, aren’t you, darling?” Wyleen sneered, a hand on his throat as she was enjoying the moment of control that she had over this powerful man between her legs.

Katakuri scowled at his wife, his hand on the forearm of the hand that was on his muscular throat, her nails digging into his skin. She had taken over his life without warning, addicted to the high that she gave him when they shared intimate moments behind closed doors. “Such an innocent face.” He flipped the two over, regaining control by being on top of her: “It doesn’t match that dirty little mind of yours, dear.”

His hands had pinned Wyleen’s wrists to the mattress, unintentionally letting out a small moan with the sudden movement. “I like when you get a little aggressive,” she taunted him, relishing in his cravings for her.

“Are you ready to be a good girl? You keep misbehaving, overstepping your bounds, pet.” Katakuri said this to her roughly.

“What if I don’t submit, Master Katakuri?” Wyleen smirked, “How will you punish me? Perhaps I want to misbehave to get a rise out of you.”

“You have a dark side, don’t you?” He thrust into her, causing her to gasp with the pressure of him inside of her so suddenly.

“Yes,” she had gasped, her eyes rolling back slightly, her back arching.

“The things I want to do to you, princess.” Katakuri muttered, lost in the feeling of her tight walls around him.

“You feel so good,” Wyleen whined, squirming under him slightly. Her loins had ached in his absence, the early stages of her pregnancy making her a bit more ludic than usual.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words spill from that pretty little mouth of yours, princess,” Katakuri grunted. Nearing his peak, he slowed his rhythm to savor the feeling of her.

Wyleen’s breathing was starting to quicken, catching in her throat at his words, “Katakuri…”

“Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me.”

She loved when he had an edge in his voice, when he confiscated her body for himself. “I’m yours, Katakuri,” Wyleen moaned, reaching her climax.

He closed his eyes, taking in her beautiful moans as he released into her. “Good girl,” Katakuri snarled, his thrust sharp, penetrating her deep before releasing her wrists, panting.

She was still rolling her hips into him, wanting more even after both of them had finished. “Kuri,” Wyleen purred, still aroused.

He clenched his jaw at her behavior: “It’s exploits like this that have gotten you into your current situation, pet.” He reluctantly removed himself from her, coaxing whines of protest from his wife, who was still lying on the bed, her mouth slightly agape. “Tomorrow,” he stated, cleaning himself off.

“But I,” she started.

Katakuri cut her off, “Tomorrow,” he stated again. “Go clean yourself up before bed; I’ve had a long day.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He gave her a low chuckle before turning to look out the window.