Demon (The Northern Kings MC #1)

Chapter Sixteen

Demon

The after-Church party went on long into the night but at some time closer to 2am nearly everyone had filtered out. Ciara had relaxed after a few more drinks, chatting to Suzy who had stayed tea-total all night and ended up playing taxi for those who’d tried to ride their motorbikes home again. I would have let the fuckers get on with it, but she’d played her part as mother hen and made sure she got everyone home safely. Now, though, she sat at the table talking to Ciara.

It was the second time in a day I’d seen her look so relaxed, and although I couldn’t think of anything else than sinking my dick into her when she looked at me with anything near hatred in her eyes, her happy face was winning me over. She was stunning every which way, more so underneath me as I drove every fucking inch of me into her. Fuck, the alcohol was pickling my brain, letting my cock take over the thinking. And that never ended well.

“Come on, Suze. Time to get you to bed, baby,” Magnet purred, gently pulling her up from her seat.

I mimicked sticking my fingers down my throat at him and he scowled, as best he could, with his swollen face.

“Oh babe. Really? Just a bit longer?”

“Aye, really. Besides, think you’re cock blocking Demon.”

Suzy stood up, sticking her bottom lip out in a mock pout, and I rolled my eyes as Magnet bent down and sucked it into his mouth.

“Alright. Alright. Go home. Have a good fuck and take all this out of my face.” I waved my hand in their general direction.

Magnet wrapped an arm around his wife and turned back to me, holding out his hand.

“Night mate,” he said, as I gripped his hand.

I gave him my best pouty face, mimicking his wife, then jumping back as he moved in like he might just kiss me.

“Fuck off, mate. Or I’ll rearrange that pretty face of yours. Again.”

He laughed, walking away, shaking hands and slapping backs as he guided the petite blonde out of the clubhouse.

I glanced down at Ciara, who was watching me intently, shaking her head.

“What?” I asked.

“I thought you two didn’t like each other?”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because you beat him up!”

“He punched me too!”

“So what? You’re both just cool about it?”

“I told you. It was a misunderstanding. We’re over it. Back to being family now.” I shrugged, partially amused by the confusion on her face. “Look. If we have a beef with each other, we just sort it out. Then it’s done. That’s just how it works.”

“And you just go straight back to being mates?”

“Aye. It’s just what families do.”

“Really? Someone should have told my family that then.”

And suddenly that hint of sadness that she seemed to always carry around was back. The light in her eyes dampening.

“Your family not so hot then?”

She sighed, chewing her bottom lip whilst she decided how to answer.

“I think it’s time I got going,” she said eventually. “Do you have a taxi number?”

I nodded, typing in a number into my mobile and handing it to her. She held it to her ear, and I waited. And waited. Ciara sighed loudly, shaking her head.

“It’s just ringing out,” she grumbled, suddenly looking tired.

“Look. I’m staying here tonight. Why don’t you just bunk in with me? Then, you can drive home in the morning. Means you don’t have to come back for your car,” I added when I saw the flicker of stubbornness cross her face.

*****

“Shit, Demon. I didn’t think we were bunking in with anyone else?”

Ciara’s eyes scanned the darkened room with the four single beds, making it look more like a youth hostel.

“It’s just Fury and the twins. And they’re asleep.”

“Well, where are we sleeping?”

“That one there in the corner.”

I pointed to the only vacant single bed at the far side of the room. Ciara followed my hand, then looked back at me, uncertainty filling her eyes.

“It’s either here or the bar.” I shrugged, watching her teeth worry her bottom lip.

She nodded, picking her way over the clothes that had been left on the floor where they had been peeled off, before stopping and glancing around the room again.

“Are they all asleep?”

“Yep, totally passed out.”

Nodding again, she pulled the skinny stone-washed jeans over her slim legs. I couldn’t see her clearly in the shadows, but what I could see stoked the same desperate heat in my groin. And then, to my disappointment, she jumped under the duvet, covering my view.

I should have left my clothes on. To avoid temptation. To remind myself there were three other people in the room with us. But I didn’t. My clothes joined the rest dumped on the floor where we’d walked out of them, and I climbed into bed behind her.

The beds were small for four decent sized blokes, but cosy was an understatement for two of us. I pressed in behind her, shuffling until I was no longer balanced right at the edge of the bed, my thighs resting against the back of hers, her skin smooth and warm. Ciara wriggled, trying to get comfortable, drawing her knees up into a foetal position and I took advantage of the space, folding my legs into it, wrapping myself around her and now there were only her lacy knickers and my boxers between us. Ciara’s breathing slowed, but I could feel her heart bounding, the vibrations jolting through the back of her ribs and beating off my chest. My heart was doing the same, replicating the rhythm, but with each beat it sent more and more blood to my cock, taking away any sense I may have had a few moments earlier.

I wound a hand over Ciara’s stomach, teasing my fingers under the top, her flesh warm, smooth. I would never get used to the feel of her skin on my fingertips. There was something about it. Just the sheer feel of the satiny smooth flesh against any part of me and I was standing to attention. It was almost that touching her alone was enough to drive me insane. More insane than I already was. And I should leave her alone. The soft snores of someone in the bed next to us reminded me why I shouldn’t place my hands on her, why I shouldn’t think of burying myself inside of her. But it was that very reason that beat down the control in my brain.

I slid my hand upwards, brushing over the nipples that were hard and waiting for me. Ciara let out a little whoosh of breath, anticipation, and control, gently escaping her. Those nipples begged for my attention, and my fingers teased over the top, stroking and then gripping. She whimpered, but in the silence of a room filled with the Northern Kings MC, that sound was so loud. Fuck. And delicious.

I pushed against her, my cock rock solid now, straining at the tight material of my boxers, brushing up against the thin softness of her knickers. I should peel them aside and plunge straight in. But I knew she’d scream and wake the others. No. She had to stay quiet for this.

Nuzzling her neck with my lips, I sucked lightly, dropping my hand back down and finding the waistband of her knickers. I slid underneath, her body shivering suddenly, pushing back against me, against the raging hard-on that needed to sink inside of her right now. I closed my eyes and willed myself to stay in control.

Sliding down over her mound, I stroked deeper, her body tensing against me with each movement of a fingertip. And then through her folds I glided, her body reacting, warm slick coating my fingers, making it easy for me to just slip up inside of her. She exhaled harshly, a loud whoosh of air, and then I pushed another finger inside, working them back and forth, gliding through the wetness spilling from her. Ciara needed me, needed to be fucked, to push into that tight wet spot and make her lose herself in oblivion.

I twisted and pulled, pushing in a third finger as the moisture spilling from her increased, making sure she was wet enough to take me without crying out, without waking the others. Because whether there were five of us in this room or not tonight, I was going to fuck her.

Ciara whimpered, her pussy clamping down around me as I tried to spread her wide for me. She whimpered again, louder now.

“Ciara,” I cooed, slowing the movement of the fingers wedged in her cunt. “Ciara. I need you to stay quiet for me, darl’. Because if you wake Fury and the twins, they’re gonna want to join in. And I aint the sharing type.”

She breathed out a ragged breath. The cusp of control eroded completely from her.

“Can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

I nudged her top leg forwards, giving me more access to work that pussy of hers, to make sure she was sopping wet. I couldn’t have her cry out. I needed her to swallow the screams tonight. And I needed to be inside her right fucking now.