Chapter 8 Lainey
He did it. Pagan joined the Tonopah GBMC, and now he was a Reaper. Or had one. I wasn’t sure of the logistics, but he and the Reaper now shared Pagan’s body and soul.
Wow.
I thought he was magnetic and powerful before, but it was nothing compared to now. His gaze nearly hypnotized me, stealing my concentration. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
And his hair. It was no longer dark. Only the roots were dark now. The color looked like it had been bleached out, a sexy combination of gray and white that firmly launched Pagan into silver fox status.
My fingers slid through his hair, lightly pulling on the braided strands. “I like the change.”
“What change?”
“Your hair.” Didn’t he notice yet?
“Haven’t had time to look in the mirror,” he explained.
“I approve. You’ll just have to deal with it,” I joked.
He smacked my ass as he moved through the halls, knowing exactly which way to go. “I’m taking you to my new room.”
“Just yours?” I dared to ask.
His answer determined everything.
“Ours, darlin’. I thought you were clear on that.”
“That’s not what you said,” I pointed out.
We arrived at the room, and he set my feet down, turning the key already in the door. It was obvious it had been prepared for his arrival. I bet Grim took care of it. He never forgot to make his new members feel welcome.
There was a time when I took care of that and anything else a member wanted.
Pagan’s boot kicked the door closed as he faced me. “Woman. Hear me. You’re mine. Everything I have is yours. There’s no fucking distinction. If I say the wrong thing, it’s because I’m thinkin’ about you, wanting to fuck you, or planning to fuck you, and I’m not bothering to worry about my words.”
Excellent answer.
I slid my palms up to his chest, gliding them over his shirt. “I can handle that.”
He picked me up, pushing my back against the wall as I wrapped my thighs around his waist. “You feel this hard dick? I’m fucking ravenous for you, Lainey. I don’t think this first round is gonna be more than a hard fucking.”
Um, sign me up. Daily. “Okay.”
“I need you to know that it doesn’t change a thing about how I feel about you, but my cock is the one in charge and he wants buried deep inside you, baby.”
I was already tugging the material of my skirt up over my hips, giving him better access. “Right here? Against the wall?”
“Yeah.”
“Then rip off my panties and fuck me, Pagan.”
He growled in response, reaching for my thong and ripping it off so fast I barely noticed the air on my skin before he was lining up the crown of his cock and sliding into me. Already wet for him, I made it easy for him to bury deep.
There wasn’t any delay before he started pumping fast, pinning me against the wall with his large body. I held onto him, unable to hold back my breathless moans with every pleasurable snap of his hips. My nails dug into his shoulders as I met his thrusts with equal fervor.
“That’s it. Fucking mark me, Lainey. Show the world that I belong to you, too.”
No guy ever said that to me. They wanted me on my knees. Ass in the air. Sometimes, I had just been a cum dumpster. I wasn’t a fool. I knew what I was walking into when I became a club girl. I just never counted on the way it would make me feel once it was over.
Used. Forgotten. Not good enough.
But that changed the moment I met Pagan. He never made me feel cheap or used up. There was no judgment for my past choices and no condemnation for the number of men I let into my bed. For the first time in years, I felt worthy of love and being loved in return.
Strange. I never dwelled on it. It didn’t control or overwhelm me, but meeting Pagan showed me how lonely and alone I felt.
“Come back to me, darlin’.” Pagan’s hips slowed as his gaze locked onto mine. “Stay with me in the present.”
“I am,” I promised. “I was just thinking how happy I am that you walked into my life.”
“That makes two of us.” His lips crushed mine, demanding, brutal, and I loved every second.
Once I came, he shuddered and filled me, carrying us to the bed. With a tenderness I didn’t expect, he withdrew and lowered my bottom on the mattress. He joined me, hauling my body close to his. “I’m still hard. Just giving you a break before we begin again.”
“Is this normal?” I asked, curious if he had the same libido before he gained the Reaper.
“Not sure yet. I guess we’ll find out.”
That sentence implied we had a future. “You’re thinking of us together, huh?”
“Of course.” He lifted me higher up his chest, settling my body over his. “This is where I want you. Tits smashed against me. Pussy warm and wet by my cock. This juicy ass within range so I can squeeze it whenever I want.” He grabbed a handful and gave it a slap.
“Hey!” I gasped with a laugh.
“You tired?”
“No.” I felt relaxed, but not sleepy.
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Get on your hands and knees. I wanna see that pretty pink slit glistening and ready for me.”
Wow. The mouth on this man. Bikers were always rowdy and cursing, saying whatever they wanted, but Pagan was dirtier than all of them. The fact that he wanted me and intended to do all of those carnal, wicked things together turned me on so much that I nearly quaked as I obeyed him.
My thighs clenched as he moved behind me, anticipating his touch. “Pagan.”
“Goddamn, baby. Look at you.” His fingers swiped through my pussy from behind. “Fucking dripping with need.”
“I am.”
“Still feeling neglected?”
“Only until you sink your big cock inside me,” I teased.
“I’m gonna ask you every fucking day, Lainey. You’re gonna keep telling me that answer.”
“Oh, yes. I can do that.”
“I want this pussy in my face so often you fantasize and dream about my tongue and fingers filling you.”
Naughty boy. I was learning that Pagan had quite a few kinks.
My fingers gripped the black silky sheets beneath me, trying hard to remain still as I felt the heat of his gaze on my body.
His fingertips grazed my ass and the ring of muscle. “Someday, I want inside here.”
“And I’ll let you,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand as he slid two fingers inside me, causing friction as I moaned, needy and breathless for more.
By the time he had finished playing with me, I had come twice.
Sticky from his cum and thoroughly sated, I collapsed against the sheets.
Pagan rolled onto his side and curled his body around mine, holding me in a way that I had never experienced before.
Maybe it was because I didn’t have my heart invested until him.
But it was hard to deny that I was falling hard for Pagan.
We must have fallen asleep. I woke to his hand kneading my breast as he slowly began rocking his hips against mine. It required zero thought for me to roll onto my stomach and spread my legs wide, allowing him easy access to my body.
He slid home, picking up his pace as he tugged on my hips, gaining speed until he was slamming into me from behind.
The slap of our flesh and the wicked way he spoke to me, telling me how good I felt clenching his cock, sent me over the edge.
I came hard as I rested my cheek on the sheets, eyes fluttering as I caught a shadow moving on the wall.
It was late. The light from the bathroom spilled into the room and perfectly captured Pagan as he rutted against my bottom, pulling me back against his thighs as he groaned.
And then it wasn’t just Pagan. I saw his shadow change, becoming larger until all I could see was the monstrous shape of his Reaper as he held his scythe high. One hand rested on my ass as he fucked me, enjoying the moment as guttural sounds of ecstasy filled the room.
“Mine.”
The growl that followed proved it wasn’t Pagan, but his Reaper that spoke.
“This female. This pussy. Mine.”
I had overheard bits and pieces of conversation between some of the ol’ ladies, most notably from Nylah, Trish, Rowen, and Mimi as they spoke about the Reaper and how he would make his presence known. According to them, the Reapers were always generous lovers.
“Yes!” I cried, wanting more of him, of them both.
He dropped the scythe and tugged on my hair, lifting me until I could see the warm silvery glow in Pagan’s eyes. The Reaper was staring at me through the bathroom mirror, eager for me to see him.
“It’s you,” I whispered with awe.
“I’ve always seen you. Had to wait until he finally showed up to claim you.”
Oh, wow.
“Not lost. Not forgotten,” he growled, continuing his slow, measured thrusts. “Cherished. Found. Claimed.”
Did he know how I longed for a Reaper to claim me?
“Yessss,” he hissed. “Always.”
“Then you waited for me.”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know what to say. My heart nearly stuttered. How could I be so lucky? If only I had known the Reaper wanted me, I wouldn’t have felt so alone.
“All in the past. No more.”
He was right. It didn’t matter anymore.
I focused on the present, on the Reaper and me, and on Pagan. He didn’t allow Pagan’s return until I came on his cock, my thighs shaking from the intense tremors coursing through my body. His head had lowered as he kissed my spine, caressing my skin.
“You are claimed.”
“Yes.” I knew that now.
He receded as Pagan’s gaze swept over me. “That was fucking surreal.”
“Did you experience all of that with me?”
“Yeah, but it was foggy. Like a dream.”
“Then we do it again. Just me and you.”
His grin was pure sin. “Fuck yeah, we are.”
We didn’t leave his room for three days. Pagan ordered food, and we ate in bed, limbs entwined even when we slept. It was the closest I ever felt to anyone in my entire life.
I never wanted it to end.