Siren’s Salvation (Reapers Rejects MC: Second Generation: Nevada #4)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Shiver

Fuck me, where did the time go?

It feels like yesterday I rolled into Billings, ready to raise hell and leave my mark.

Now, I'm staring down the barrel of my last week here, and a part of me ain't ready to leave.

I can't stop thinking about Siren as I sit here in the clubhouse, pushing my dinner around the plate.

Her hazel green eyes haunt me, that mischievous glint in them when she's about to say something wickedly funny.

The way her athletic body moves, all curves and grace, like she's always on the verge of breaking into a dance.

That colorful dragon tattoo snaking down her right arm, its tail intertwining with the Kraken below—both beautiful and fierce, just like her.

She's become an addiction, a craving I can't shake.

Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to her warmth, her light.

But I know the truth, even as I try to deny it.

Siren will never truly be mine.

She's too wild, too free-spirited to belong to anyone.

I tell myself she's mine in the moments we're together, when her brunette hair is splayed across my pillow and her blunt honesty cuts through all my bullshit.

But the reality is, she's like her name—a Siren, luring me in only to dash me against the rocks.

"Fuck," I mutter, stabbing at a piece of chicken with more force than necessary.

"Something bothering you, brother?"

I look up to see Cobra sliding into the seat across from me, his own plate piled high with food. His eyebrow is raised, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Nah, just... thinking," I reply, trying to shake off my melancholy.

Cobra snorts. "Dangerous pastime, that. Especially when it's about a woman."

I'm about to deny it when he leans in, his voice dropping. "You hear?"

The sudden change in his tone has me on alert. "Hear what?"

Cobra chuckles, but there's no humor in it.

His eyes dart around the clubhouse before he leans in closer, his voice low and gritty. "Bitch wasn't lyin'. Fuckin' psychopath."

My stomach tightens.

I know exactly who he's talking about.

Sassy.

The pregnant girl Zane's been keeping captive.

I set my fork down, suddenly not hungry anymore.

"So now," Cobra continues, "Zane's gonna do what he said—keep her alive until that baby comes, then off the cunt."

The casual way he talks about murder makes my skin crawl.

I've seen some shit in my time with the Reapers Rejects, but this?

This is a whole new level of fucked up.

Not like she doesn’t deserve it, though.

"What about the kid?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. "They gonna drop it off at a firehouse or somethin'?"

Cobra shakes his head, a dark grin spreading across his face. "Nah, brother. We'd never do that."

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

He leans in even closer, his breath hot on my ear.

"Alexa can't have kids," he whispers. "So I wouldn't be shocked if Zane gives the baby to Alexa and Bull, forces Sassy to sign some adoption paperwork or some shit over before he kills 'er."

My blood runs cold.

I struggle to keep my face neutral, but inside, I'm reeling.

This is beyond fucked up.

It's one thing to deal with rival clubs, to fight for territory.

But this?

Using a woman as a goddamn incubator, then tossing her aside like trash?

"Jesus Christ," I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

Cobra leans back, seemingly satisfied with my reaction. "Yeah, it's some heavy shit. But that's the life, brother. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. And trust me, that baby will be better off without her."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

My mind is racing, trying to process this new information.

There’s a part of me that thinks this hits too close to home—that this is something my father’s club, the Shotgun Saints MC, would do.

Part of me wants to find a way to help Sassy, to stop this madness.

But another part, the part that's survived this long in the MC world, knows better than to get involved.

I force myself to focus, to think this through logically.

As fucked up as it is, maybe there's a silver lining here.

I can't help but think that Bull and Alexa having a kid might be the best outcome in this shitstorm.

Cobra’s right.

At least the baby would have a chance at a decent life.

"Hey," I say, breaking the silence. "You heard anything about Boomer lately?"

Cobra shakes his head, his lips curling into a smirk. "Nah, but it's only a matter of time before that dipshit surfaces. Why? You thinkin' he might be sniffing around for Sassy?"

I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just figured he might be interested in her whereabouts, you know?"

Cobra lets out a harsh laugh that echoes through the clubhouse. "Boomer? Give a shit about Sassy? You're outta your mind, brother. That bitch is nothing but an easy lay to him."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

I've seen some cold shit in my time with clubs, but this casual disregard for human life still manages to shock me.

Cobra leans in, his voice dropping low. "If that asshole cares about anyone, it's Sally. She's got the power, the money. Sassy? She's just convenient pussy. Nothing more."

I nod, swallowing hard against the bile rising in my throat. "Right," I manage to get out. "Makes sense."

My eyes drift across the clubhouse, seeking a distraction from the churning in my gut, when I spot her.

Siren.

She walks in like she owns the place, all confidence and curves, and my breath catches in my throat.

But my momentary elation crashes as I notice Dex trailing behind her, his eyes fixed on her ass like it's the last piece of candy on earth.

A hot flash of jealousy surges through me, catching me off guard.

What the fuck?

I shouldn't care who looks at her or how.

We had our fun yesterday, but that doesn't make her mine.

She’s right.

She doesn’t belong to me, even if I damn well want her to.

I clench my fist under the table, willing the possessive feelings away.

Siren catches my eye and throws me a wink, her lips curving into that mischievous smile that drives me wild.

Things are so hot and cold with her, I never know what to expect.

I force myself to nod casually, like her presence doesn't set my blood on fire.

"Damn, would you look at that fine piece," Dex whistles low, sidling up to our table. "Siren's looking extra tasty tonight, ain't she, Shiver?"

I grunt noncommittally, fighting the urge to tell him to fuck off.

Instead, I take a long pull from my beer, letting the bitter liquid cool my rising temper.

Dex prods, his eyes still glued to Siren as she makes her way to the bar. "What's the matter, brother? Cat got your tongue?"

I set my bottle down harder than necessary. "Just enjoying the view, same as you," I manage, my voice surprisingly even.

Dex chuckles, clapping me on the shoulder. "Well, don't get too attached. Heard you're heading back to Vegas soon. Might have to console her myself once you're gone."

The thought of Dex's hands on Siren makes my stomach turn, but I force out a laugh. "Yeah, good luck with that. She'd eat you alive."

As Dex saunters off toward the bar, I can't help but let my mind wander.

Once I'm gone, there's nothing stopping Siren from hooking up with Dex or any other member.

Hell, she's free to do whatever she wants now.

We're not exclusive, not even close.

I watch as she leans against the bar, laughing at something her sister says.

She's magnetic, drawing everyone's attention without even trying.

And in this moment, I realize how fucking screwed I am.

Because as much as I tell myself I don't care, the thought of leaving her behind is tearing me apart.

I drain my beer, the bitterness matching my mood.

Fuck, I hate how this is going.

The idea of walking away from Siren, of never feeling her skin against mine again, it's like a physical ache in my chest.

I'm not ready to let her go.

Not ready to give up what we've barely started.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I'm on my feet, striding across the clubhouse toward her.

She sees me coming, one eyebrow arching in that way that drives me wild.

"Siren," I growl, low enough that only she can hear. "My room. Eleven tonight."

She laughs, the sound both musical and mocking. "In your dreams, Shiver."

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "If you want my cock one more time, you'd better be there. Or else."

Her breath catches, and I feel a tremor run through her body.

But when she pulls back, her eyes are challenging.

"Or else what?" she purrs, her voice dripping with false innocence.

I grab her hip, pulling her against me. "Or else I'll hunt you down and take what I want anyway. And trust me, darlin', you don't want to miss out on what I have planned."

She pushes me away, but not before I catch the flush spreading across her cheeks.

"We'll see," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turns away.

As I watch her go, desire and frustration war inside me.

One way or another, I'm having her again before I leave.

Even if it kills me.

Finally, the time creeps by, and it's one minute til eleven on the dot.

I'm pacing my room like a caged tiger, my cock aching for the feel of her.

I've got everything I need laid out on the bed: a ball gag, a spreader bar, and a pair of silk restraints.

My dick twitches at the thought of her body, helpless and at my mercy.

At five past there's a soft knock on the door.

I don't bother to hide my relief as I open it.

Siren stands there, wearing a short, tight black dress that clings to every curve of her body.

Her dark eyes meet mine defiantly, but I can see the lust simmering in their depths.

"I see you decided to join me," I say, stepping back to let her in.

She saunters in, her hips swinging with exaggerated movements. "Well, after bein’ told you’d hunt me down, you didn’t leave me much of a choice, did ya?"

I slam the door behind her, locking it with a decisive click before grabbing her wrists. "Strip."

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't protest as she lifts her arms.

I tear the dress from her body, revealing a black, lacy bra and matching panties.

I run my knuckles down her spine, my cock throbbing against my jeans.

I can't wait any longer.

"Bend over the bed," I growl, my voice gruff.

Siren hesitates for a second before leaning over the foot of the bed, her ass in the air, the lace of her panties teasing me.

I pull them down roughly, revealing her wet, swollen pussy.

A low growl escapes my lips as I run a finger along her slit, her arousal coating it.

She's just as turned on as I am.

I fasten the spreader bar around her ankles, spreading her legs wide, leaving her pussy vulnerable and exposed.

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I can see the mix of lust and apprehension in their depths.

"You sure you're ready for this?" I ask, running the ball gag through my fingers.

"Fuck me, Shiver," she practically growls, her accent thick with desire.

Without another word, I lash the ball gag around her head, muffling her moans as I roughly slide into her.

She's impossibly tight, her walls squeezing me like a vice.

My pent-up frustration and lust for this woman explodes as I pound into her relentlessly, her muffled cries of pleasure spurring me on.

Her nails dig into the bedspread, her body shuddering with each hard thrust.

"You like that, do you?" I grunt, picking up speed.

As I thrust into her, I reach around and run a thumb over her clit.

The muffled gasp that escapes her makes my cock twitch inside her.

"Told you you'd like it," I say, my voice thick with lust.

I slide one hand up her stomach, cupping a breast and pinching the nipple between my fingers.

Her body writhes underneath me, the spreader bar keeping her in place as I take what's mine.

I'm ruthless in my assault, my movements becoming more erratic as I feel myself nearing the edge.

Siren's cries grow louder, her body quaking uncontrollably as she comes hard around me.

The feeling of her pussy clenching down on me is too much to bear.

I groan loudly as I release deep inside her, waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I collapse on top of her, both of us panting heavily.

With one last lingering kiss, I unfasten the gag from her mouth and remove the spreader bar from her ankles.

She pulls me close and wraps her arms tight around me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She nods, looking up at me with those captivating eyes. "Never been better, but I hate you for doing this. For making me want you. For making me crave you. But mostly, I hate you for fuckin’ leaving."

And there’s nothing I can say.

Regardless, I’m leaving.

I don’t have a fucking choice.

I’m leaving, and she’s staying.

I want to tell her we can do long-distance, that we could figure this shit out if she wanted to…but we agreed to a fling, not to this.

“Fuck this,” Siren stammers, her eyes glossy with tears. “I’m sorry, Shiver, I can’t do this. I can’t, okay? You’ve made me need you, and boy do I hate you for that. I don’t want this to stop, and I do belong to you. Okay? I’m yours. I’m your little plaything, your dirty little cumslut. Most importantly, I’m yours… and I’ll be your ol’ lady if you want that. I just… I need us to figure this out. To come up with a plan.”

I grab onto either side of her face and look into her eyes, “We’ll figure it out in time, girl. All we can do for now is accept the fact there will be distance between us. It’s like I said, whether you’re five feet away from me, or three-thousand miles. You belong to me.”