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SWEET FUMBLINGS
Sasha
I’m not entirely sure what I expected Silver’s room to look like. From the combination of the biker aesthetic that I had seen both at the Bone Crushers MC and with the Soul Reapers, I guess I expected lots of leather and dark colors. Maybe clothes all over the place, too. Because let's be honest, two men living in one small room was a surefire recipe for mess.
What I didn’t expect to find was a neatly made bed and only one laundry basket full of freshly folded clothes smelling of a pleasant detergent. Like Eucalyptus or something.
Silver scratched at the back of his neck shyly while looking at the laundry basket. “I’ll just put this away.”
Was the silver-tongued biker a bit of a neat freak? Priceless.
I couldn’t keep the laugh in.
It burst out of me and cut right through that awkward feeling of being in someone's personal space for the first time with the intention of riding them like a bike. I didn’t think Silver could look any sexier than he had in the hallway—torn between love of a mate and need for me—but he was even prettier out of his comfort zone.
“Leave it, honey.” I took him by the hand, our feet padding softly across the neat carpet on the floor. Sure there was a big badass leather chair in the corner, but it also had the softest looking quilt—in black and grey—slung over the back that I’d ever seen. I could just imagine my soft omega snuggled up in that blanket when life in the fast lane of an MC got too much for him. “Kiss me?”
I kicked my borrowed shoes off under the lip of the bed, then sat down on the mattress, scooting back to find myself surrounded by the scent of man. And not just one man. Two fucking sexy and distinct men.
Leather and musk, chased by something unique that was the combination of Silver and Mongrel together. It was spicy and warm, tickling my senses and warming my core. If I hadn’t already been feeling like I was about to spontaneously combust, that combo alone would have gotten my motor running.
Damn, these boys could bottle that scent and make a mint from it. Eaux du sex.
It took every bit of self control I had left to stop myself from rolling around in it like catnip.
“Find something you like, alpha?” The confident Silver was back. That little quirk at the corner of his lip reeling me in. “What’s wrong, kitten? Cat got your tongue?”
“Come here, smart ass.” I crooked my finger at him, and fuck me, the guy started crawling across the bed like a panther stalking its pray. I lost myself, watching the muscles of his shoulders bunch and roll with the movement. Yeah, I needed that man covering me. Stat. I wanted to feel his weight pinning me down as he did wicked things to me.
“Shirt off, blondie.”
“You sure about this, Sasha?” He knelt before me, one hand frozen on the back collar of his shirt with those grey eyes boring into mine. “We don’t have to do anything. Just ‘cause the Chaos is messing with us, doesn't mean it has to happen now. I can wait.”
He looked pained at the prospect but I could tell he was dead set about the waiting part and that made my heart beat at my ribs like a caged bird.
“Don’t you feel this too?” I smirked, reaching for the hem of his shirt, but he edged back out of reach to sit on his heels giving me a stern look. The evasion hurt, more than it had a right to. I sucked in a ragged breath and forced the words out past my scowl. “Don’t you want me, Silver?”
Damnit. Though I’d meant to sound fierce, my voice wobbled a bit on his name. Giving me away.
“Oh, kitten.” He let go of his shirt and grabbed my hand, placing it over his heart. I could feel the pounding of his racing pulse. A desperate rhythm which more than matched my own. “I have been thinking about you non-stop. You know you’re my mate, right? That’s what this feeling is. This pull between us. It’s the Blood Moon Goddess blessing us with her call.”
“Yeah,” I breathed as the knots in my shoulders released at hearing someone voice the crazy I’d been bottling up inside. “I got that. Took me a minute to work out, but I got there in the end.”
I let out a shaky exhale, my lips tilting into a shy but determined smile.
“I need you, mate.” I sank my hands into the fabric of his t-shirt and pulled. Even though he was leaner than the other two bikers the Blood Moon Goddess had set her eyes on for me, I knew Silver wouldn’t have moved if he didn’t want to. Yet he covered me, his jean clad hips fitting perfectly between my spread thighs. I sighed in relief at the pressure which felt so right, so familiar, as he pinned me gently to the mattress below. “I want you. I need you. It's burning me up.”
He growled, low and full of warning as he nuzzled my neck, sucking my needy scent deep into his lungs. My stomach somersaulted and my sex clamped down on nothingness as I groaned. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, trying to relieve the aching void.
“Kitten,” Silver replied as he pulled back to look me firmly in the eyes. “Clothes come off, and I’m claiming you. There’s no on and off again with me. Bond is for keeps. Got me?”
“Yeah.”
I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat, everything crystal again. The lusty Chaos-induced fog had parted for a moment, like a curtain, and I was looking at Silver with uninhibited eyes. Able to take in the finality of it all.
If we did this, and I let him claim me, nothing would ever be the same. I would always have him. Always belong to him. And we would be bound by magic, right down to our souls. How fucking awesome was that?
I knew—in that quiet place deep inside where my deepest self stood quietly waiting, hand outstretched—that I wanted all of that with Silver. And more.
