Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
LEVI
Of all the shit I anticipated this brat saying, that was definitely not one of them. I meet her gaze and see the fear reflected in her moss-colored eyes as she anxiously bites her lower lip.
“It’s okay, Sasha. We’ll figure this out.” I rub her arms, showing her I’m not scared or disgusted.
Maybe she should talk to Gears, Arrow, and Acid’s old lady. She’s found a way to satiate her hunger.
“You’re not saying anything. Please, say something,” she begs, her voice quiet and so unlike her.
My heart skips a beat as I take in her beauty, hating that she’s afraid of pushing me away. Even though she just told me she’s fighting the need to kill again, my cock is still hard and begging for her.
“I was thinking,” I tell her, trying to put her mind at ease.
“About what? You know I’m damaged and fucked up now and want to hit the road? You can go, Levi, just keep my secret.”
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes. Always a dramatic brat, this one. She goes to get up off the bed, pulling out of my hold, but I grasp her arms and wait for her to look at me so she can see the truth in my face.
“I’m not going anywhere. Actually, I was thinking that maybe you should talk to the Prez’s ol’ lady. Although, I don’t recommend calling her ol’ lady to her face or even behind her back.”
With a glance over my shoulder, I double-check that the unhinged woman isn’t lurking in the shadows, ready to ambush me. “She’s found a way to kill and still be her , like an MC Dexter.”
“She terrifies me, but I’ll try the next time I see her at the clubhouse.”
“Does Nadia know?”
Sasha shakes her head. “No, not yet. But I’ll tell her. I can’t keep secrets from her.”
“Okay.”
“You’re quieter than normal, Levi. Are you sure you’re okay?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, Brat, I’m good. You’re living with a member of a motorcycle gang. You do know Acid’s role in the club is the enforcer, right? I’ll let you use your imagination on how he enforces. I didn’t say much ‘cause I’m thinking about somethin’ else.”
“What?”
“I’m thinkin’ about how sexy you’ll look covered in blood and how I can fuck you in it.” I get up from my knees and hover over her so I can kiss her pouty, mauve lips.
Her soft whimpers fill the air as I push her backward on the bed, my body inching over hers. I force my tongue into her mouth and hers pushes right back, fighting for dominance.
My hand slides up under her gray t-shirt, and I let out a strangled breath when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. It doesn’t matter that this woman is a beta—I’m fucking obsessed with her. She’s worried that if I find an omega or my Kismet match, she’ll be pushed aside. She’s wrong. That wouldn’t happen.
“You drive me insane, Brat,” I breathe as I break our kiss and move down to her perfect tits, biting one stiff peak and tugging.
“Same.” She arches her back, pushing her nipple further into my face, as I give her body the attention it deserves.
“It’s you, Sasha. Murderer, burglar, housewife, beta. I don’t care, it’s you. Even if I met my Kismet match, I’d keep you. I’m in love with you,” I tell her in between kisses and nips on her soft breasts.
“Liar,” she whines, moving further up the bed. “You’ve never experienced Kismet.”
I can’t take it anymore; this woman won’t believe a word I say, and it’s driving me crazy. She’s sassy as hell and while I usually find it endearing and even sexy, sometimes it’s exhausting.
I trace my hands along her body, gradually lowering myself until my shoulders are situated between her thighs. Grabbing the waistband of her jeans, I wiggle them down her hips and toss them on the floor.
“No panties either, aren’t we a naughty beta.” I run my nose up her pussy, taking a bite of that sweet, citrusy coconut scent.
“Less talking and more using that magical tongue you have,” she growls, grabbing a fist full of my hair.
I chuckle against her supple skin, the vibration causing her to squirm as she tries to pull my face closer to her pussy. I flatten my tongue and lick her from asshole to clit, collecting and swallowing her juices. Fuck, she tastes delicious. After two years, I know what my girl likes, so I get straight to it. I shove two thick fingers in her cunt, scissoring them in and out.
Her moans fill the room as she rides my face. I eagerly devour her clit, sucking and flicking my tongue against it with fervor. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she pants.
Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, so I bite down on her tiny bundle of nerves, pushing her over the edge. A sharp cry escapes her lips as her back arches off the bed, her fingers clawing at the soft fabric beneath her.
I’m gonna go to hell or jail for what I plan to do next. Her pussy loosens, allowing my fingers to slide out of her tight hole. My left hand firmly rests on her leg, near her knee, keeping it in place.
Before I think too much about it or worry about the consequences of the law, or even my Renegade brothers, I turn and sink my teeth into her inner thigh.
I taste the metallic tang of her blood, but I quickly lick it away, gently soothing the fresh bite mark. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of her flesh against mine, and silently pray that when I open them, I won’t be confronted with the eerie sight of a black, veiny Arcane mark.
“What the fuck, Levi!” she screams, sitting up and frantically slapping at me.
I open my eyes and look down, and a shit-eating grin spreads across my face. On her thigh, right by her pussy, is a dull gold mark in the shape of my teeth—a Luminary bond.
“Well, Brat. I’m sick of you telling me you’re not good enough or I’ll leave you for something better. So, I took a risk and marked you. Prayed like hell that mark would be gold and not black. Looks like you wanted it, but were too scared to ask.”
Tears well up in her eyes as she gazes at her new mark, her voice barely audible. “What would you have done if it was Arcane?”
“Well, Gears, Arrow, and Acid would have killed me, literally, but I didn’t think that far ahead. I wanted to prove to you, to show you that you’re mine.”
“Levi?”
“Yeah, Brat?” I ask, leaning in to kiss my mark, and a sharp hiss slips between her lips.
“Fuck me.”
My cock weeps at those words. I’ve wanted to sink into her pretty pussy since the first day I met her.
I clamber off the bed and frantically undress, looking down at my gorgeous woman. My hand glides over my cock in slow, smooth strokes. “You sure, Sasha? Once I get inside of you, I know I’ll be an addict.”
“Fuck me, Alpha,” she rasps and I snap, losing what little control I had. I leap on top of her and nestle myself between her legs.
“Gonna fuck you so good, Little Brat,” I grunt, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance, and slowly start to push inside. She whimpers when I slide in a little further.
“There’s gonna be a sharp pinch, but then it’s gonna feel good, Sash. I promise.” I look into her eyes and I can see the moment she relaxes, trusting me.
I capture her lips with mine, losing myself in them. Her moans fill the room as she pulls me closer, her nails digging into my back while her other hand intertwines in my blond hair.
With one powerful thrust, I push forward, bottoming out inside her and taking her innocence in a single, breathless moment. She hisses, nails raking down my spine as her eyes glisten with sudden tears.
Leaning down, I kiss her again—softer this time—giving her space to breathe, to adjust, to feel me.
“Move, Levi. Fuck me,” she snaps, and I can’t help but chuckle at her mouthiness even in this moment.
I pull back and thrust in again, finding a consistent pace. Her moans grow louder as I do. She’s soaked and biting her bottom lip when I look at her. “Fuck, Brat. Your pussy is perfect. It tastes delicious, it’s pretty, and it’s squeezing my cock so fucking good right now.”
Sasha whines, and I speed up, giving her the roughness she craves. She’s mewling beneath me as I piston in and out of her.
“I’m close, Sasha. Gonna fill you up, Little Brat.” I can feel my knot swelling and bumping against her opening. “Soon you’ll take my knot like a greedy little slut, won’t you, baby?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes,” she cries.
Moving my hand from beside her head, I rub her swollen clit with tight, rapid circles. “Come, Sasha! Come all over my dick.”
She turns her head to the side as she screams. Her pussy spasms around my cock, forcing me to spill inside of her. A sharp pain radiates up my arm and I look down to see Sasha’s teeth embedded in my forearm. I abruptly come again, unintentionally thrusting so hard my knot slams through her tight opening , burying me deep inside her.
Whimpers escape her trembling lips as tears well up in her eyes. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m sorry Sasha. Fuck, I wasn’t prepared for you to mark me. Dammit, baby.”
She grins through the pain—her face full of pure happiness. “I can feel you, how sorry you are. It’s okay, Levi. I wanted to take your knot eventually. We just skipped the training.”
“It’s not funny, Sasha. I knotted you without consent, and you’re not made to take a knot like this. God dammit! I ruined your first time.” Guilt washes over me, and I’m filled with self-loathing as beads of sweat break out all over my body.
“I was meant to take your knot, Levi. I’m fine,” she reassures me, holding my face in her hands. When I look into her eyes, I know she’s sincere.
“Well, as long as we’re locked together for a minute, I should tell you why I came up here in the first place.”
As she gazes at me with anticipation, I realize that revealing my discovery will only fuel her desire to unleash her murderous instincts. And ironically, I can’t find it in me to want to stop her.
“Arrow found something on that Jimmy guy. He found phone records of Joey calling a number around the same day it’s estimated the females were murdered. And guess who that number belongs to?”
“Jimmy?” Her lips curl into a sly smile.
“Yeah. But it gets even worse. I called and asked Nadia if Cassia mentioned anything about Jimmy since they’ve been in contact still. Well, she called her and then called me back. She said Cassia told her that before he left her down there, Joey said that even after she died she’d still please alphas. That his cousin would feast on her flesh and organs.”
“That bastard. They found that meat cleaver with Whiteside’s blood and his prints on it and a piece of his innards. How much you wanna bet that sick fuck is a cannibal? I want to end him,” she says, her voice sure and steady.
“Deal,” I whisper back, kissing her plush lips.