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I want to be his natural painkiller, the highest high he’s ever ridden. I know he’s never done anything past marijuana, which makes him unique in the club. I’ll get into his blood like something much harder. I want him to crave me, to possess me, to unwind all that I am and weave me back into a tapestry of his design. I want him to own me fully.
Gray’s downward gaze slices through me, understanding and hearing everything I didn’t speak out loud. I push two fingers inside of me, my walls clenching around them. It’s so vastly unsatisfying, but the way Gray watches me and strokes his own cock through his boxers is so fucking hot.
I said no before, but he pulls down the elastic and his cock springs free. He’s long and hard, veiny and swollen. He wraps his hand around his shaft and my pulse pounds like the deafening bass line at a club, echoing between my legs. My nipples are beaded hard under my tank.
I bend forward, letting my hard, bare nipples scrape along the ridge of Gray’s dick. I hold him between them, so he smears my chest with precum. He paints me with silky, silver glowing strands before I move and press the tip of him to mynipple, circling it, getting it wet. I bend and lift my breast to my mouth, licking him off my own nipple, circling it with my tongue.
I hear words I don’t think I’ll ever hear him say. “Please, Lark.”
Gray. Begging me.
He’s begged me before, but not like this.
My mouth waters to taste him. I can’t deny him. He won’t let me. I guide his cock to my lips, teasing along the head, taking my time to paint my lips and savor the musk of him before I open my mouth and take him fully. I go as far as I can, swirling my tongue along the underside of his head before taking his shaft. I try to swallow so I won’t gag, but the angle is wrong, and I have to back off and try again. I still gag, but even as tears from in the corners of my eyes from it, I love the way it feels to have most of him in my mouth. I suck his cock, hollowing out my cheeks, while the rest of me is empty and aching. I’m slippery and wet between my thighs. If I even so much as tapped my clit or played with my entrance, I know that I’d explode. It hurts, but I torture myself further by thinking of him one day filling my asshole with his dick. I’d be a good girl and take all of him there too, no matter how much it burned and hurt. I’d come on his fingers while he fucked me hard there, so full that I could die.
I pop his cock out of my mouth and look up at him with tears still gathered in my eyes from all the time I choked on him. The taste of him coats my tongue and lips. I can’t stop. His huge palm covers mine at the base of his dick. I suck him, harder and faster. He can’t hold out. I make sure. He tries to move my face out of the way, but there’s no way I’m letting him do that.
His cum coats my tongue, hot and salty and I swallow him down. I live for the taste of him, for the feral noise that he makes as he comes.
After, he lifts me up and groans, mashing his forehead to mine. His hand guides mine straight down to my clit. He lets me do it, like I asked him to earlier. He watches as I circle the swollen bud. I’m so wet that it looks like I’ve already come. Beads of moisture slick down my thighs and when I move.
“Gray,” I pant. “Oh my god.”
It’s my fingers on my clit, but his hand hovers over mine. My other hand traces his arm and then his shoulder. I run my fingertips over the bunched muscles, committing the stark wonder of him to memory in a new way. I’ll never take a single detail about him for granted again.
“Come, my Birdie.”
I do. Hard. Harder than I should for just touching myself. He pants against the side of my face, and I imagine that low rumble of his, commanding my orgasm, pulling it from his body. This is my king and at last, I’m his queen. I cry out as pleasure cuts through me like bits of hot metal scoring me apart.
We’re both half-soaked, sweaty and breathing like animals. He keeps his hand splayed over my thighs while I have my palms flattered against his shoulders. We come down from the adrenaline and the dopamine together.
I press a kiss to the side of his jaw above his beard, kiss along his cheekbone and up to his temple. “I love you, my king. For this life and whatever comes next. I’ll fight any one to keep you at my side.”
I don’t want to pull away from him, but I force myself to help him get the sheet back in order and then I pull my own clothing back on. I lean over the bed and kiss his forehead again. My hands cry to be on him, and so I give in and run them through his hair.
“I’m not ready to share you yet, but I know I have to. Raiden will bring Penny and even though I’m not ready to let the outside world in here, I’m more than ready to be a family again.”
Gray’s worry and confusion is immediately evident in the way he shoves back the blanket I just arranged back in place over his lap. I quickly fill him in on everything, which I should have done immediately. I should and shouldn’t have done a lot of things, but the way he’s looking at me, he doesn’t regret anything. We needed this.
I need to get the burner phone and then I’m going to have to unlock that door, but before I can do any of it, Gray takes my hand and flattens it on top of his heart. He holds me there for just a few seconds longer. I close my eyes and savor it until he has to let me go.
Chapter 21
Tyrant
It’s weird riding in the backseat of a cage like I’m some billionaire CEO getting chauffeured around, but it’s necessary. I would have wept tears of joy to see my bike, and I don’t need to be crying again. Not that it’s not fucking manly, but I’d like to be dry eyed for when I have to face my men.
Lark is beside me on the backseat, Raiden driving in the front, Gunner beside him. Raiden is huge and Gunner is so fucking scary that the car is pretty much frigid with his wintry vibes. I’m glad it was these two holding the club together in my absence.
The two of them came to collect us. Raiden left Penny behind guarded at the compound. I was disappointed, but it was a good call.
“The men are gathered for church,” Raiden says gruffly as he pulls through the chain link gates with the steel barbed wire gleaming on top.
They’re immediately shut and locked behind us. It’s more than just prospects standing guard now. Bullet and Atlas are at the gates, Preacher and a few of the prospects walking the length of the compound. Reaper and Wizard and probably inside in the control room, monitoring the cameras around the building without so much as blinking.
“Take a minute.” Gunner’s voice, as per fucking always, is so dead and cold it raises the hair on the back of my neck. “We’re ready for you whenever you are.”
Fuck. These men. They had every right to want me gone and worse, but they’re doing more than standing behind me. They’ve ridden at my side, in front and behind me, down long stretches of highway, on good days and bad, frigid and ones so hot the road feels like it’s melting beneath you. That simple little touch isn’t simple, and it isn’t little. I’m rocked by it so hard that it takes me a minute to get out of the car.
