The Savage Outlaw (Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West #4)

Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ashes to Orgasms

A hand grabbed Eden’s throat. Another hand tore at her jeans, opening them with ease. Fingers sliding down into her panties, right between her legs.

“I love your cunt, doll.”

Eden groaned. She had no idea how Priest followed her as fast as he did. For a second she thought one of the other bikers had grabbed her and threw her against the wall. She thought about what Mara and Maggie had warned her about. Being a woman in this clubhouse. Not wearing any ink.

Even with Cyrus promising protection…

Priest’s fingers curled and he lifted with force. Eden yelped and jumped to her toes, feeling Priest’s fingertips digging at her pussy. Entering her. Opening her.

“Did you think for a second I would chose my wife over you?” Priest asked.

It felt like such an awful question to be asked, yet in this place and in this context, the idea of Priest abandoning his wife while she stroked his cock… it was almost romantic.

The outlaw version of being romantic.

Priest slid his fingers up against Eden’s clit and then he removed his hand from her panties and jeans. She listened to Priest lick the wetness off his fingers.

The taste of Eden’s cunt to Priest was worse than any drug in the world. Forget about yellow bunny ruining lives… Eden’s cunt was worse. Worse as in addicting and delicious.

Priest growled and needed more. He spun Eden around and lowered down to one knee in front of her.

Eden touched Priest’s hair, sliding her fingers, feeling its greasy texture.

Priest pulled Eden’s jeans and panties down and growled at the sweet sight of her cunt. From her stubbly pubic mound down to her wet labia, she was the perfect hellish dessert to devour.

His tongue sliced between her legs and Eden thrust her hips and groaned. The tip of Priest’s tongue acted like a forceful magnet, attacking her clit with precision. Circling around, cutting left to right, easily making Eden’s hips dance as she rocked and thrust at Priest’s mouth, wanting more.

Priest’s hands grabbed at Eden’s forgiving ass and he pulled her closer to him. Feeling her stubble scratch at his nose. Priest growled louder. The hungry lion sinking his evil teeth into a fresh meal. Fresh, wet, honey-laced prey.

Priest lowered his tongue down and thrust into Eden’s cunt. Her warm center taking him, throbbing against him. His nose now pressed against her clit, the aroma of her desire attacking him.

“Fuck,” was the only word Eden had left in her mental dictionary.

Years of nursing experience and years of nursing school had suddenly vanished. Her body had no interest in anything other than breathing to stay alive and the feel of Priest’s aggressive, outlaw tongue savoring the depths of her body.

Priest moved his right hand and threw Eden’s right leg over his shoulder. His tongue eased from her dripping center and he licked back and forth. His tongue sliding with ease, splashing in her wet need, then quickly latching against her puckered clit, suckling with one goal in mind.

As soon as Eden felt the sudden pressure and pulling against her clit, her mouth opened but no sound escaped. Her inner thighs clenched and ten thousand signals began to ring out in her head. The whiskey, the adrenaline, and the sheer intensity of Priest and the life he lived sent her into overdrive. Her orgasm seemed to live in a state of fight or flight , with the option of flight never standing a chance. Her body wanted it. Desperately wanted it.

What should have been a sweet, cute whimper ended up coming out as a scream as the rush of pleasure collided with Priest’s powerful mouth.

He reached up with his left hand and pressed it against her mouth, forcing the back of her head against the wall. Priest didn’t know he was pressing a little too hard on Eden’s mouth and she started to taste blood. That made her groan. That made her hips thrust harder.

That made her come harder too.

Priest pulled his mouth away from Eden’s cunt at the same time as he pulled his hand away from her mouth. He stood up with purpose, grabbed her by her hips and spun her around, face first against the wall, her jeans and panties down at her ankles.

“You want to fucking run away from me, doll?” Priest growled. He licked his lips and tasted the warm honey from Eden’s cunt still lingering. “Worried about my wife, huh?”

He opened his jeans and pushed them down as far as needed, allowing his hard cock to jump free. He bent his knees and slid himself with ease between Eden’s legs, feeling her fresh wetness coating the top of his shaft.

His sheer thickness alone made Eden bite her bottom lip and jump. She had to hurry and wrestle her right foot out of her jeans so she could open her legs far enough to accommodate Priest’s mind-blowing size.

Priest used his right hand to dig into the back of Eden’s hair and head, making sure her face was pressed hard against the wall. He then used his left hand and reached down between their bodies. He carefully pulled back and guided his cock up against Eden’s body.

She was obviously swollen with need, as ready as she could be for him. He broke her threshold with a thrust, grunting at he did so. Her tight sheath against the head of his cock almost made him believe in heaven.

He thrust with force and Eden let out a scream. She couldn’t help it. The way he just tore into her. It mildly hurt and probably always would.

Priest grabbed her left hip and held tight. He began to fuck her. Fucking Eden in the hallway at the back of the clubhouse. Anyone could walk by at any time. Anyone could see Eden getting fucked by Priest.

Another level of desire seemed to unlock in Eden as she liked the idea of it. An evil part of her mind wanted Priest’s wife to see it. She closed her eyes and felt her right cheek pressed hard against the wall. Her body experiencing an endless kind of pleasure.

Priest lowered his mouth down to her ear and face.

“I’ll always choose you over my wife, doll,” he growled. “Remember that. You’re protected here with me. You’re protected with this club.”

Eden groaned. “You let her… touch you…”

“Of course I did,” Priest said. “You stroked my cock and she wanted to also. Who am I to say no to that?”

“I fucking hate you, Priest,” Eden groaned.

He chuckled into her ear. His cock felt so good. His strength felt so good. She already knew he would kill for her. Worse than that, she was falling for Priest.

No , she thought.

She could not let that happen.

Priest grunted and thrust himself even harder, even deeper.

Eden had to bite her lip hard so she didn’t scream that she loved Priest.

Eden felt Priest’s cock throbbing inside her. Her legs shook and she had her hands pressed against the wall. When Priest pulled himself from her body, he grunted deep in his throat. A warm, wet sound and then a gush of the same arced between Eden’s legs as Priest made his exit. He then pressed his body against hers, his throbbing cock resting against the back of her right leg.

“Your cunt is worse than a drug,” Priest said. “Fuck.”

Eden gasped for a breath.

“That picture you keep looking at? That’s JC . Johnny Cutter. Without him, we wouldn’t be here today. Everything is because of him.”

“How religious,” Eden whispered.

“Something like that, doll. And, yeah, that black box on the shelf? Those are his ashes.”

Priest chuckled. The vibration shook Eden’s body.

“What an honor to fuck someone in front of JC ,” Priest said. “Hope I made him proud.”

“Priest, no offense, but I feel like I’ve pissed myself eight time straight,” Eden said. “Whoever was watching, spiritually or physically, they are proud.”

“That might be the nicest and sexiest thing a woman has ever said to me.”

Eden turned her head and looked up. She was surprised when Priest lowered his mouth down for a kiss. Priest even shocked himself with that move. A quick kiss and then he stepped back and tucked his slippery, pulsing cock back into his jeans. He then crouched down and helped Eden step into her jeans and lifted up her panties and jeans.

He took deep breaths, needing to smell her. The scent of her skin, a touch of sweat, and then the sweet honey that poured from her cunt mixed with the scent of his cum. By the time Priest stood back up, he was once again rock solid. Ready to fuck Eden once more.

He looked down at her, staring into her fearful yet curious eyes.

“I don’t love her,” Priest said in a low voice. “I never did. We were just fucking around in Vegas. Partying. She’s a hustler. I should have known better. She’s not inked. She’s not protected by the club either.”

“She’s certainly annoying.”

Priest lowered his mouth down to Eden’s. His tongue swept into her mouth. For a quick second, Eden tasted her own body lingering on his tongue. Her toes curled extra tight.

When Priest broke the kiss, he moved his lips to her ear.

“I’ll kill her if you want me to, doll,” he whispered.

Eden’s teeth chattered. Priest was evil. Crude. Mean. A terror. A criminal. An outlaw of the worst kind. Eden begged herself to find some sense of reality. Then it occurred to her, maybe this was her sense of reality. A hellish nightmare with a biker who had the most amazing cock she’d ever encountered in her life.

She knew it was dumb, dangerous, and… insert any other logical wording …

Eden couldn’t get enough.

Eden—with the help of whiskey and a post-orgasmic high—decided right then and there she wanted to wear Priest’s ink.