Chapter 25
Heresy
The roar of engines ripped through the night as we peeled out of the Roost's lot, tires spitting gravel behind us. Tension had eased, sure, but it wasn’t gone. Probably never would be. Slayers like us? We held onto grudges like they were lifelines, and I knew the Hell on Heelz weren’t any different. We lived in a world where scars never healed—they just festered.
Salem and I rode side by side, an unspoken thing settling between us. I could feel it, the way she handled her bike like she was born to ride, like the damn machine was part of her. It matched the way I rode—smooth, relentless, like we were both cut from the same twisted cloth. The wind whipped past us, the dark stretch of highway pulling us forward. Calm after the storm, but I knew better. This? This was just the start.
I glanced over at her, moonlight catching her face. Hell, even under that helmet, she looked like trouble wrapped in leather. Wild hair tangling in the wind, her face set in that way she had, all fire and fury. She didn’t know it yet, but she was in way deeper than she ever expected.
And so was I.
That curse we’d read about—the one about forbidden love and betrayal—it wasn’t some spooky legend anymore. It felt real. Heavy. I wasn’t one to buy into witchy nonsense or ghosts, but something about it stuck. Like fate took a hard turn and dragged us right into the middle of it, whether we wanted it or not.
Salem had a pull on me I couldn’t shake. Not sure I wanted to. Every time she looked my way, it felt like she was stripping off the armor I’d been building for years, exposing things I wasn’t ready to face. Made me feel raw.
This wasn’t some kind of fairy tale. I wasn’t stupid. Happily ever after? That ain’t in the cards for folks like us. But riding next to her like this, I couldn’t shake the feeling we were in this together, even if neither of us knew what the hell “this” really was.
The headlights from our bikes sliced through the night, and I could hear Rage’s engine rumbling ahead, leading her crew back to town. We’d managed to stop the clubs from going at each other’s throats tonight, but the truce was shaky. Fragile as glass, and I had a feeling it was just a matter of time before it shattered.
We were in dangerous waters now, not just with the clubs, but with each other.
I tightened my grip on the throttle, trying to shake the thoughts out of my head. Control—that’s what I’ve always been about. Always had control. I wasn’t about to let some mystical bullshit or Salem throw me off track. But damn, it was getting harder to deny that she was in my head. Hell, she’d gotten into my heart before I even saw it coming.
The road stretched out ahead, dark and wide, but I could feel the weight of what was coming next pressing down on me like a damn freight train. When we got back to town, when the clubs settled back into their corners, the real questions were gonna start.
What the hell was I doing with a Hell on Heelz prospect?
How long before this whole thing blew up in our faces?
And what in the hell were we gonna do about that damn curse?
As we hit the outskirts of town, I flicked my eyes over to Salem. She glanced back, just for a second, but it was enough. No fear. No second thoughts. Just that fire, that wild spirit I’d seen back at the farmhouse. The one that made me want her even more.
I revved the engine, pushing forward, letting the roar of the bike drown out all the doubts. Salem kept right there with me, her bike never missing a beat, like we were in perfect sync.
We rode like we were one, like we were part of something bigger than just us, bigger than the clubs. It felt like fate, or maybe like we were riding headfirst into whatever storm was waiting for us.
The clubs might still be on edge, that curse might still be hanging over our heads, but riding next to her? In that moment, none of it mattered.
The roar of Salem’s bike faded as she pulled off the main road, cutting through the trees. I followed close behind, my Harley rumbling under me, the moon hanging heavy in the sky. She stopped in a clearing, the light of the full moon casting an eerie glow over the place. It was like something out of a dream—or maybe a nightmare, depending on how you looked at it.
Without a word, she stripped off her dress, letting it drop to the ground. I hadn’t bothered with a costume tonight, but hell, I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. I followed her lead, taking off my jacket, kicking off my boots until we were standing there, bare under the moon. Just me and her, stripped down to nothing but skin and the raw connection between us.
When our lips met, it was like fire and electricity all rolled into one. That same pull, the one I hadn’t been able to shake since the day I met her, was stronger now. Whatever curse tied us together was burning bright in that kiss, igniting something I couldn’t resist. In that moment, there weren’t no clubs, no forbidden love, no curses hanging over us—just Salem and me, under the moon’s gaze.
Her eyes met mine, burning with a desire that matched the heat running through my veins. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer, her skin warm against my inked-up hands, a contrast I couldn’t get enough of.
I guided her down to a tree stump, the coolness of it under her skin and the wildness of the night setting the stage. This wasn’t just about lust—this was deeper, primal, like something had been building between us since the start. This wasn’t a casual thing, and we both knew it.
We locked eyes again as she took my pierced cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. My heart hammered in my chest as she guided me towards her wet entrance. She whispered “I want you inside me,” and those were the sweetest words I'd ever heard.
Our eyes locked as we moved together, the connection between us damn near electric. Each touch, each movement felt like we were trying to claim something more than just a moment of passion. It was as if fate, magic, and this forbidden thing between us were all twisting together, dragging us into something we couldn’t control.
I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the warm, wet heat of her body enveloping me. As I pushed in, she let out a soft moan, which only fueled my desire further. I wanted to be inside her completely, to feel every inch of her body moving with me.
Slowly, carefully, I thrust deeper and deeper until I was fully inside her. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as we moved together in sync. It was like we were one being, one soul split into two bodies.
Her skin felt incredible against mine, and the feeling of her pulse matching mine was a sensation unlike any other. As I moved inside her, she whispered my name over and over again, each time sounding more ecstatic than the last. Her words put a spell on me.
Each word sent another wave of pleasure coursing through me, building my arousal to new heights. I could feel the release getting closer and closer, but I didn't want it to end.
As we lost ourselves in each other, I couldn’t help but think about the curse—the damn thing that was hanging over us like a shadow. What did it mean for us? Was it just some old legend, or was it real? It felt real. The way we were drawn to each other, the way the world seemed to shift when we were together... it was hard to ignore.
I wanted to stay like this forever, savoring every moment of our illicit affair under the moonlight. But I knew that sooner or later, we'd have to face the reality waiting for us back in town. The clubs, the curse, the forbidden love—it was all still out there, lurking in the shadows.
But for now, here in this clearing with Salem in my arms, all of that seemed far away. It was just us, connected in the most primal and intimate way possible. We were two lost souls finding solace in each other's arms, if only for a moment.
It was hard to ignore the nagging feeling that there was more to it than that, though. After all, strange things seemed to happen whenever we were together. The way we looked at each other, the way our skin tingled when we touched... It was as if some unseen force was guiding us, pulling us closer together against our will.
I didn't know if I believed in curses, but the way things had been unfolding since we met, it was hard to deny that there was something strange going on.
We were both outsiders in our own way—me with my biker lifestyle, and Salem with her witchy ways. Maybe that was part of the reason we were drawn to each other, like two magnets repelling and attracting each other at the same time.
But whatever it was, I knew that we couldn't ignore it anymore. We had to confront it head-on, whether it meant facing the wrath of the clubs or discovering some dark secret that could tear us apart.
As I moved deeper into Salem, it was as if we were racing against time, trying to outrun a fate that was already sealed. But for now, all of that could wait. I focused on the warmth of her body, the way our skin pressed against each other in rhythm. No matter how much I wanted to deny it, the curse seemed to be intertwined with our love, with the romance that was blossoming between us.
It was like we were both running towards a cliff, but I didn't want to stop. I had no desire to wake up from this dream. Salem moaned again, and I could feel my orgasm approaching. Her words were like fuel to my fire, encouraging me to take her harder, deeper.
I held her close, feeling her heartbeat matching mine as we moved together seamlessly. It felt like magic, like fate was guiding us in this moment.
The clubs, the curse, the danger—it all seemed distant in that moment. It was just us, out here in the woods, lost in each other. Suddenly, I wasn't thinking about the future, or the consequences, or the shit waiting for us back in town.
But even as I let myself get lost in her, I knew the reality was still out there, waiting for us. The Slayers, the Heelz, the truce hanging by a thread. And then there was this curse. I didn’t want to believe in that kind of thing, but it was hard to ignore the way things had been happening since Salem came into my life.