Odin
Tell her my truth. That could be dangerous.
I could tell her I had been obsessed with her since the second I saw her. I have followed and watched her from afar since school started. Even when she is in the shower, I could tell her about all the terrible things I have had to do for the club, but that would make her run. I think about her morning, noon, and night. She occupies all my thoughts.
I could tell her about the bet, get everything out in the open, but that would definitely make her run. I may like the chase, but I don’t want her to run from me. There is something about her that I can’t get enough of, and the way I feel about her is like nothing I have ever felt for another person before.
“My truth. I…” crave you. Obsess over you. Need you. “Need another drink. Do you want one?” I lamely reply. She looks at me, confused by my answer, and nods.
I rush to the bar, putting the much-needed distance I need from her. I order a shot of tequila and toss it back right away. It burns going down, but the burn seems to be tampering down the burn I feel for her. Serena.
Every part of me wants her so badly. I don’t know what I want from her, but I want her. I hate that she has someone else. She is mine. I have already claimed her in my mind and refuse to let her go. I am addicted to her, willing to cross every line to make her mine. Hell, I would even force her to be mine.
My phone starts vibrating in my pocket.
I said I would grab her another. I wave Diesel back over and order another rum and coke for her. She seemed to enjoy it earlier.
I need to buy some of both for my room when she inevitably spends all her time there. I smile at the thought of her in my room. In my bed. Naked. Fuck, I’m making myself hard.
I roll my eyes at his text. He is just pissy that I found Serena first. He is deadly committed to winning this bet he made. I will admit, at first, the thought of having a new toy to play with is why I agreed. I also enjoy the chase. The bet started this, but for me, it has turned into something more. I don”t know how the other two feel, but if I had to guess, it”s more for all of us.
I have spent my free time watching and learning everything about her. She is like no one I have ever met before, in the best way possible. She is sweet and kind to everyone. She works hard and seems to put everyone before herself. She is personable. She is too good of a person for the MC lifestyle, but I want her in it. She would be the sunlight in my otherwise dark world. She is my beacon of hope and goodness.
Diesel walks over with the drinks. I nod my head and walk back out to the dance floor. She is right where I left her, dancing to the loudly pumping music. A few guys have gathered around her, attempting to get her attention. She ignores them, but they keep pushing. A guy grabs her waist and pulls her towards him. She tries to push him away, but he holds on tighter.
A feral growl tears through my throat, and I see red. I want to beat his ass until he is nothing but pulp on the floor. I hand the drinks to some random chick beside me and charge over to my girl. Yeah, that’s right, I said my girl because that is what she is. She just doesn’t know it yet.
I grab the guy currently holding her, swinging his body around towards me. He is about to yell at me, but the words on his lips disappear when he sees me. Before he can even say anything, I cock my fist back and deck him as hard as I can in the face. Serena jumps out of the way, and her jaw drops. She doesn’t look scared. Instead, she seems almost impressed. She glances down at the guy bleeding all over the floor and swiftly kicks him in the ribs. Girls start screaming, and more guys look like they are ready to step in and try to fight me. No one is brave -or stupid- enough to start anything. Serena turns around, walking away from the scene unfolding before her.
I abandon the drinks with that chick and race after my little firecracker. Who knew she had it in her? I did, and I like it. I reach out to grab her but stop. She was just unwantedly grabbed by someone, so I bet the last thing she wants is me grabbing her. I jog in front of her and hold my hands up to get her to stop. She almost runs into my chest before she does. I look down into her mesmerizing green eyes. They are wild with adrenaline.
I raise my hand and slowly bring it over to her. I give her a second to move away if she wants to, but she doesn’t. She waits, and I run my thumb along her jaw. She gasps at the contact, seeming to enjoy it. You are mine. I want to tell her that. Proclaim to the world that she belongs to me. I know what she would say. Her boyfriend isback home. How can I get her to break up with him and crawl into my bed?
Usually, I don’t give two shits if a girl has a boyfriend. With Serena, I don’t want there to be anyone else, only me. Maybe also my brothers, but that is a whole other thing. I never thought I would think about sharing with them, but I can see it.
Her skin is soft under my touch. Silk-like and delicate like an orchid. She is so pure, and I am contaminated. I would ruin her, but maybe that is what she needs. I have seen how she acts and the texts she sends her boyfriend. She acts forced to be the perfect Stepford wife for him. She submits to him and has no ambitions besides him. That’s not how I see her. She shouldn’t be under control. No, she deserves to rule a kingdom.
I can see a dim fire in her, and I will turn it into a wild inferno that will burn the world if that’s what she wants. She needs a little crazy in her life. I will give it to her.
“What would your boyfriend say about you here with me like this right now?” I can’t help but ask. I know this will end with pain for me, but I need to know.
“What boyfriend?” She breathes out. “We broke up after he cheated on me.”
Anger coursed through me like I had never felt before. He hurt her, and now I want to hurt him. She looks so sad. I need her smile back.
I move my hand away from her face and slowly wrap it around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side. Perfect. I smile down at her and lead her over to Midas and Zeus. They are where I left them earlier. Midas scowls as we approach. Zeus’s mask of indifference cracks a little when he sees Serena.He knows he fucked up when he called her a club bunny, and he has been kicking himself about it since. I have never seen him so hard on himself before.
I feel her lightly tense under me, but I don’t stop. I drag her the last few feet to our table and sit in my chair. There aren’t any other chairs up here. We never let anyone sit with us. Kings don’t entertain peasants, peasants entertain us. Or at least, that’s what our dads say.
I grab Serena around her waist and yank her down onto my lap. Having her here feels right like we are finally complete.
She looks around the table at the other two. Midas looks irritated that she is in my lap. His jaw is tense, and I can practically hear him grinding his teeth from across the table. Zeus doesn’t know what to think. That’s my guess, at least. He looks so happy now that she is here but angry that she isn’t sitting with him.
I wave a server over and order more drinks for everyone. The waitress -some random club bunny looking for a way in with one of us- bats her lashes and tries to flirt, but I ignore her, holding on to my new obsession a little tighter. She feels good in my arms. It feels right. I give the server my signature fuck off look, and she scampers away. The boys are talking about something, but I stay focused on Serena. She smells sweet, like vanilla and mango. My mouth waters at the thought of taking a big, juicy bite of her and marking her.
I feel myself start to harden in my pants, which means she can feel it. My growing erection jumps to attention against her ass, making her squirm. She is trying to move away, but I hold tighter. Without trying, she ends up rubbing her ass against me making me moan into her neck. She stiffens and holds still.
“Don’t stop, princess. Your ass feels so good against my cock.” I whisper into her ear.
A small moan leaves her lips, and it”s the most delicious noise I have ever heard. I want to listen to it forever. I thrust my hips up into her again. She lets out a little giggle and rolls her eyes at me. A perfect smile was finally on her face again.
I smile back at her. I can’t help it when she is around. She makes me feel things I haven’t before. She is intoxicating and addicting. My pretty poison that I never want to stop taking turns back around just in time to see the last two people I want to see walking up to the table. Valerie and Melanie. Both sporting their predatory glances. They see their meal tickets and are willing to fight dirty if need be.
Valerie is wearing a short, skin-tight black dress cut low in the front. Her hair is in a sleek ponytail, and her makeup is caked on and dark. Melanie is practically wearing the same thing. I roll my eyes at them as they make their way toward us. Valerie has zeroed on to Midas and sashays her way over to him. She slowly lowers onto his lap, and I feel Serena tense again. Is she jealous?
“Baby, I have been looking everywhere for you.” Melanie coos from beside me. I didn’t even notice her walking over to me. She glares down at Serena in my arms. Serena doesn’t even bother looking at Melanie, which makes her even more angry.
“Fuck off, Mel. Not in the mood for you tonight.” I reply. She huffs out an annoyed sound but doesn’t move.
I glance back over to Midas and Valerie. She is in his lap. Her finger trailed lines over his chest. She whispers something in his ear, which makes him tense. He nods his head along with whatever she is saying. She giggles and keeps talking. Serena hasn’t taken her eyes off them. She looks like she is trying to figure out what Valerie is saying. She doesn’t have to guess for long because the witch turns her head and stares at Serena.
“You’re not needed anymore, sweetheart. The Kings finally have the girls they actually want here now. Why don’t you run off and find someone else to bother.” Valerie smarmily says. Valerie turns back to Midas. “Some bitches just never learn when they aren’t wanted.”
Before I could tighten my grip on Serena, she stood up and threw her drink all over Valerie and Midas. Valerie shrieks and jumps out of Midas’s lap. Midas looks beyond pissed and covered in liquor, but I can see in his eyes that he is impressed. Serena storms away from our table, and before anyone can say anything, I race after her.I see her descend the stairs and storm through the warehouse.
I catch up to her on the dancefloor. She is looking for her friends. She doesn’t see them and walks outside. I follow and keep my distance. I watch and wait for the right moment.
After a few seconds, she looks up and notices me. She doesn’t say anything, and she doesn’t need to. I can see the desperation in her eyes to leave. I place my hand on her lower back and lead her to my bike. She stares at it like it will bite her. I hand her my helmet, and she reluctantly takes it. She places it on her head, and I help her tie it tightly. I don’t want my precious cargo to get hurt. I swing my leg over and straddle my bike. I hold my hand out for her again. She takes it and slowly straddles the back of my bike. I grab both her hands and wrap them around my stomach. She holds on tight as I start my motorcycle. The feel of her purring beneath is my favorite thing. Or it was.
I hit the gas, and we took off. A scream leaves her lips that makes me want to go faster. I want to keep hearing her scream. I want to listen to every type of scream she has -fear, pain, ecstasy. I need to devour them all.
It doesn’t take us too long to get back home. I pull my bike into the laneway. Her mom”s car isn’t here, so she must be out. I help Serena off my bike and take the helmet off her.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and walk her to her front door, hoping she will let me inside. We don’t say anything, but I can still see the jealousy and anger in her eyes from Valerie’s comments and actions. Maybe she feels something for us after all.
She unlocks the front door and heads inside. She doesn’t slam the door in my face, so I take it as an invitation to follow her inside. The house still looks the same as it always had. When Pops lived here, I spent so much time in this house. I know the layout well.
Serena kicks her shoes off and marches off to her room. I follow behind like a lost puppy. A happy lost puppy that is hopeful for pussy. I hear her shower turn on and see clothes flying. With a skip in my step, I rush into her room. Her dress, and panties lie in a pile on the floor, and the shower runs in the background. I stare down at her discarded panties on the floor, and a wicked idea pops into my head.
Quietly, I pick something up before leaving her house. I walk next door to my house and unlock the door. Dad isn’t home. He rarely is. He spends most of his time at the clubhouse. I don’t see mom so she is either out with her bootycall or in her room passed out. If it’s option two, it could be from the pills she takes or all the liquor she drinks. You never know with her. My biggest fear is to come home one day and find her dead on the floor.
Once I am inside my room, I get everything ready. I set my phone on my desk and point it towards my bed. I press play before I lie down on my bed and pull out her white lacy thong from my pants pocket. I take a sniff and groan in pure pleasure.
Her scent is so addicting. I need more. Crave more.
“Fuck Serena. You smell so fucking good, princess. God, I want you wrapped around my cock right now.” I say into the camera with a wicked grin.
I shimmy my pants down and toss them off my bed. I wrap her panties around my cock and begin stroking it. My erection is rock-hard in my hand. I don’t think I have ever been this hard before. Just having her panties around me is the best aphrodisiac. Moans and groans leave my mouth as I pick up pace.
”Fuck, baby, I wish it was you on my cock right now. Your tight pussy bouncing up and down. I bet you would feel so amazing.” Each word mixed with a moan that I can’t help letting out. God, this feels so fucking good. Her lacy panties are soft against my shaft. I wrap my hand around tighter, imagining it’s her tightness around me.
“If you were here, princess. I would make you feel things you have never felt before. I would make you cum harder than your ex ever could. I would treat you the way you deserve. I would kiss and touch every inch of your body, telling you how perfect you are. Then I would bend you over, smack your ass leaving behind a red handprint before I fuck you from behind. Pinning you beneath me, holding your hips so you can’t pull away. Fucking you until you scream out my name loud enough for the world to hear who owns you.” I look directly into the phone.
The thought of claiming her as mine is my undoing. I moan out her name as ropes of hot, sticky cum spurt out of my cock. Coating the panties that are wrapped tightly around my still-hard shaft. It was the best orgasm I have ever had, and I wasn’t even in her. I can only imagine how much better it will be when I finally take her. I never want another girl again. Just my perfect princess.
I remove her panties from my cock and walk over to the desk to retrieve my phone. I pick it up and look into the camera before bringing her panties up to my mouth. I lick a little of my release off her panties and end the video.
I send her the video, knowing she is probably still in the shower. She will have a pleasant surprise when she gets out. That puts a proud smile on my face.