Chapter Eighty
Feralyn
I glanced around at… nothing. “Forty acres?”
“Yeah.” Leaning against his bike, helmet off, Helios scanned the low-lying land in front of us. “Sixty acres once the sale goes through for the parcel along the south border.”
“You’re buying twenty more acres of this land?” There was nothing out here. Not even a breeze.
“Need to for an airstrip.”
Sweating in my jacket and the eighty-four-degree muggy heat, but unwilling to even unzip the perforated leather for fear of mosquitoes, I looked around again. “So you bought this land just to build an airstrip?”
“Private one. Yeah.” Helios looked past me like he was seeing something I couldn’t. “It’ll make it easier than going in and out of Executive or Opa Locka.”
“Don’t you need permits or something to do this?”
He looked back at me and smirked. “A fuck ton.”
“And you have them?” I’d never questioned Helios’s sanity when it came to money.
In fact, I’d never questioned him about money, period.
True to his word, he’d paid for everything for the house since we’d moved in.
He also paid for his house—a four-bedroom, three-bath, renovated older home on ten acres so far inland, it was almost in the Everglades, and he’d clearly managed to buy what had to be an exorbitantly priced island, hurricane damaged or not.
He also owned the safe house in the Everglades, but that was both his and Ares’s.
I didn’t think he had any other properties or assets besides his Citation and all his vehicles, but I didn’t know.
“I’m working on one last hurdle, but it’ll come through.
” He tipped his chin toward the land in front of him.
“The acreage was previously owned by the Air Force. They used it for a radio tower. The tower’s gone, and the structure they used for housing is stripped down to concrete block with a cement roof, but the pool’s good. ”
Structure? Pool? “Where?” I didn’t see anything except wild vegetation so thick, not even an alligator would crawl through it.
Grabbing my hips, Helios pulled me in front of him and rested his chin on my shoulder. Then he nudged my head slightly north and pointed. “There. See the roofline?”
I squinted against the bright sun, and sure enough, there was a corner of a flat white building peeking out from the overgrown palmettos and what I thought might be citrus trees. “Okay. Now I see it.”
Out of habit, out of familiarity that’d grown so strong over the past week, I now couldn’t remember life before Helios and I were an us, he swept my hair over my shoulder. “You hear that?”
“Hear what?” The only sound was cicadas and mosquitoes buzzing despite the direct sunlight and intense heat.
“Exactly.”
My back against his chest, I tipped my head up to look at him. “You like the sound of insects?”
“I like the sound of nothing. And your breathing.” His gaze fell to my lips. “Also like to hear you fall the fuck apart on my cock, crying my name as you come.”
Instant heat that had nothing to do with the temperature raced through my veins and pooled between my legs.
I should’ve pegged Helios for a dirty talker, but he wasn’t exactly that.
He just spoke… blatantly. And graphically.
And my body responded to every word, even though my mind was still catching up.
He stroked a finger over my cheek and smirked. “There’s that shyness, woman. You know how much I fucking love that?”
“No?” Possibly. Helios and I were exact opposites. He was brazen, outlandish, and aggressive. I was quiet, reserved, and cautious. On the surface, it would seem like it shouldn’t work, but everything that was different about us was what made us fit.
“Almost as much as I love your surrender.” Leaning down, bringing his lips to mine, he lowered his voice to pure dominance. “Knew you’d be submissive as hell once I got my hands on you.”
My stomach fluttered, and my heart skipped because there it was.
That soul-deep connection between us. The dynamic that had bonded us outside of the trauma before I even knew who I truly was.
I loved that he took life head-on for the both of us, that he stood sentry between me and the world, that he was my protector so I could feel safe.
Holding up his left hand with the sign for I Love You, a new gesture he’d started a few days ago, he then made a closed fist and tapped it twice over his heart.
I melted. “I love you.”
He chuckled as I fully leaned back into him. “You love my pierced cock, woman.” Bypassing my mouth, teasing me, denying me like he loved to do, his lips touched my neck. “You like what I do to this sweet little body of yours.”
“I’m not little.” My hips were wider than his, and I’d grown large breasts by the time I was fourteen. “And you know it’s more than that.” But he’d switched to that larger piece of hardware three days ago, and oh my God.
“Woman. You’re short as fuck, and my hands fit around your waist.” As he leaned back up to his full height but kept looking down at me, his gaze had become so intense, it was fierce. “Soul deep, Haven.”
“Soul deep,” I agreed.
Then he turned me around to face him. Grabbing the back of my neck, angling my face toward his, he finally gave me his lips as he sank his tongue inside my mouth, but Helios never just kissed me.
He claimed me.
Sometimes with tenderness, mostly with unrestrained hunger. This kiss was completely the latter.
Devouring me, groaning into my mouth, our teeth clashed, but then he abruptly pulled back. “Need inside you, woman.” Already unzipping my pants, he didn’t wait for consent. “Right fucking now.”
Oh God. “Helios.” We were in the middle of low-lying wetlands adjacent to the Everglades. “There are insects.” Everywhere.
“Not fucking you on the ground.” He yanked my leather pants down to just past my knees, and his fingers unerringly found my clit, brushing twice before dragging through my center. “So fucking wet for me already.”
I moaned.
He shoved two fingers inside me. Then, while stroking me, he straddled his bike and undid his jeans.
“Lift those legs on my say-so. Keep that sweet ass up, back arched. Grip the handlebars.” He twisted his fingers.
“Fuck, I love this tight cunt.” Pulling his fingers out of me without warning, he grabbed my waist. “Ready?”
I gasped, but I was already airborne.
“Knees up, woman. To your chest.” With my pants trapping my lower body, unable to spread my legs further than the width of my unzipped leathers, my ass and cunt fully exposed, Helios lifted me over the Streetfighter.
Facing me away from him, perching me on the gas tank, he angled my hips to compensate for the lean of the bike as it rested on the kickstand, but then my booted feet had no purchase, and I panicked. “Oh my God. I’m going to fall.”
“Never gonna let that happen.”
“Except out of an air—”
“Handlebars,” he barked, rubbing the head of his cock through my slickness, then circling his apadravya against my clit. “Grab and brace.” His palm landed on the back of my neck, and he pushed. “Get those tits against my bike.”
My legs already shaking, my empty core constricting, the hot sun beating down on my ass, I leaned against the fuel tank and gripped the handlebars.
“Jesus, Haven.” The head of his cock circled my entrance once, twice. “You look fucking unreal. So goddamn beautiful.”
Then, as I was bent over his Ducati, my sun god thrust into me.
His huge cock stretched me to the point of pain, but his piercing hit that secret spot inside me, and my cry carried into the trees before it was swallowed by the damp earth.
“That’s it, beautiful. Fucking feel me.” Pinning me down by my nape, gripping my hip, he pulled back, then drove in hard.
My assaulter fucked me.
He fucked me until I was screaming his name and he was pumping his hot seed deep inside me.
It was rough and dirty and base.
It was perfect.