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He hasn’t even touched me yet, and my body is already trembling.
“Can you show me around?” I ask him, my voice huskier than I’ve ever heard it, and Priest must catch the need in my tone because his thick brows go up.
“Sure, let’s go,” he says, getting up from the log we’re seated on and helping me up as well.
“Can I come too?” Knight calls out with a laugh, and I flash him a mock glare while Priest simply ignores him.
My heart is beating in my throat as Priest leads me away from the crowd and the loud music, but I find the nerves die down, and in its place, desire settles. Anticipation of what’s going to happen once we’re out of view has my body practically shaking with need. How I went from never kissing anyone my entire life to wanting to climb this mountain of a man at every opportunity confuses me.
It grows eerily silent the further we get from the crowd. “The bonfire was nice,” I say in an attempt to fill the silence. “Everyone was so nice to me, well, except for Knight.”
Priest doesn’t respond, and his silence has my brows drawing in confusion. Now that I think about it, he really hasn’t said much tonight, and I’m starting to think I might have said something wrong.
“Priest—” I start, but my words are cut off when I am grabbed by the shoulders and pushed gently against a brick wall. A rush of air escapes my lips at the contact, and my eyes are wide when they lock with his darker ones in the dim light.
“Tonight was about staking a claim,” he says gruffly, sending a warm tingle racing up my body. “In our world, a biker does not introduce his woman to his brothers unless he intends for it to be permanent.”
I suck in a sharp breath at his words.
“P-permanent?”
“All your problems, insecurities, and fears belong to me now, and by extension, to everyone in the Steel Order MC. We’re your family now, princess.”
Permanent. Family.
My eyes fill up as I try to wrap my head around his words. Nothing in life is permanent, but especially not in my life. My parents died when I was a little girl, and then Nana, leaving me to take care of myself. A job I have been terrible at, and what Priest is telling me . . .
I’m terrified to believe him. To believe that I could finally have a home—a family—I don’t have to worry about losing.
“A family,” I whisper, sliding my arms around his neck and offering my lips to the man who I think stole my heart the first moment our eyes met. Priest wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, taking my lips in a hungry kiss that sends my toes curling with pleasure. His hand digs into my waist as he deepens the kiss, our tongues meeting in a slick slide that makes me whimper with need.
“You’re mine, princess,” he rasps between kisses. His left hand goes up to cup my tits through my shirt, and I have to quickly break the hold I have on him to grab his hand before he can tear another shirt. I’d only just gotten some clothes I could wear this afternoon, a loan from one of the other biker’s wives. “Fuck, you’re killing me, little girl.”
I bite his lower lip, liking the way he says that a little too much. “I’m not letting you destroy another shirt like some animal,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his jaw and cheek.
“I can buy you more,” he says roughly, pushing his erection against my inner thigh, and I can feel him grow harder and thicker by the second. “I need you naked now.”
I look around, and although we’re in a pretty dark spot tucked around the side of the house, I can still see the bonfire in the distance. “Priest . . .”
“Strip, or I will tear it off myself.”
My fingers scramble to pull the fabric over my head so my top half is naked, and since I am not wearing a bra, I shudder at the cold air that touches my nipples. I feel the need to hide them even if it’s just us two, but the feeling disappears the second his hands are on me, and just like that . . . nothing else matters.
Nothing but the fingers circling my nipples. “Oh, God!” I cry out, my knees growing weak when he tugs my left nipple between his knuckles. When he drops his mouth to my breast, my knees do buckle, and he has to grab me before I can slide down to the ground. I slap a hand on my mouth to conceal my cries when Priest starts licking at my aching bud, rolling his tongue around the peak and driving me as close to insanity as I can get. “Want you, Daddy!”
Pleasure rushes down my core before sending a needy shudder up my spine when he starts kissing a path down my body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess,” he whispers harshly against my skin before dropping to his knees on the hard ground. “And now you’re mine.”
He kisses my stomach as he starts unzipping my jeans and tugging them down. I step out of them, leaving me naked and completely exposed to a man who’s fully dressed, but when he lifts my left leg to his shoulder and starts kissing my inner thigh, I forget that little fact.
He has that way about him. A single brush of skin is enough to fry all my brain cells, and nothing beyond his touch makes sense.
Christ, he doesn’t even have to touch me for that to happen. All I have to do is look at him.
Priest is built like a Greek god, with broad shoulders and thick arms whose strength I have witnessed firsthand. He towers over me, and I had no idea just how much I was into that until the first time I had to get on my tippy toes to kiss him.
Mine!
Only I get to see this dangerous biker this way. Only I get to feel the brush of his lips against my inner thighs, making their way up to my wet and trembling sex.
