Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Siren
Fuck me sideways, I never thought I'd see the day I'd be this fucking exhausted, but damn, life's got a sick sense of humor.
I can’t fucking believe this shit, honestly.
My mother, or sorry, my egg donor decided to call me up and ask me for money because she’s homeless.
The same egg donor who set up Stiletto to be gang raped when we were living back in the Bronx.
Fuck her.
I hope she rots on those damn streets.
The club truck rumbles beneath me as I pull up to the gate, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Snow crunches under the tires, a reminder of why we've all switched to these bulky 4x4s.
No way in hell I'd risk my bike in this weather.
"Ripper!" I call out, leaning my head out the window. "Open up, it's fuckin’ freezing out here!"
I hear his cocky chuckle through the intercom before the gate starts to slide open. "Aww, what's wrong princess? Can't handle a little snow?"
"Fuck off," I growl, but there's no real heat behind it.
Ripper's an ass, but he's our ass.
As I drive through, I catch sight of him in the guardhouse, giving me a lazy salute.
His brown eyes dance with amusement, and I flip him off as I pass.
The clubhouse looms ahead, lights blazing against the darkening sky.
Music thumps from inside—the party's already started.
Great. Just what I need after the day I've had.
I park next to the garage, kill the engine, and sit for a moment.
My reflection stares back at me in the rearview mirror—hazel eyes ringed with exhaustion, a dark mess of brunette hair.
I look as exhausted and angry as I feel.
"Get it together, Siren," I mutter to myself. "It's just a party. You can do this. Maybe it’ll help take the edge off."
I climb out, boots crunching in the snow as I make my way to the clubhouse entrance.
The mat outside is already crusted with ice and dirt.
I stomp my feet, trying to shake off the worst of it.
As I reach for the door handle, it swings open.
A leggy blonde stumbles out, giggling, her hand planted firmly on a broad, tattooed chest.
Shiver's chest.
My stomach clenches, but before I can react, the blonde "trips."
Her shoulder slams into mine, hard enough to send me sprawling onto the icy ground.
"Oh!" she gasps, eyes wide with fake concern. "I'm so clumsy!"
I glare up at her, fury bubbling in my chest.
This bitch knew exactly what she was doing.
Shiver's gaze meets mine, a flicker of... something... in his eyes before it's replaced by his usual cocky smirk.
"Need a hand there, darlin'?" he drawls, reaching down.
I ignore him, pushing myself to my feet.
My ass is soaked and freezing, my pride stinging worse than my bruised tailbone.
"Watch where you're goin’," I snarl at the blonde.
Recognition hits me like a ton of bricks.
This is the same bimbo from last week's party, the one who couldn't keep her hands off Shiver.
My jaw clenches as I remember how she was raking her fingers down his chest, marking her territory like a cat in heat.
She arches her brows and decides to talk like a sassy little shit to me, “Really? I didn’t see you. No need to act like a bitch.”
"Bullshit," I spit out, taking a step toward her. "You saw me just fine when you knocked me on my ass."
She bats her eyelashes, playing innocent. "Did I? My mistake."
Before I can respond, Shiver is behind her, his face a mix of frustration and concern.
I look right at him, my voice low and dangerous. "You might want to make sure your bitch learns some fucking manners."
Shiver's eyes flash, and he gets defensive. "That ain't my bitch."
A harsh laugh escapes me, bitter and humorless. "Sure looks like it from the way she has her nasty little paws on you."
I watch as Shiver's jaw tightens, his eyes darting between me and the blonde.
The blonde's gasp cuts through the tension like a knife. "Wow. And here I thought we had something between us. You're an asshole."
I whirl around, my eyebrows shooting up.
Is this bitch for real?
Shiver's face contorts with anger, his muscular frame tensing as he loses his temper. "What the fuck?! You told me you were havin’ an issue with your truck stickin’ in gear, so I was gonna help you out."
I can't help it.
A burst of laughter escapes me, sharp and mocking. "God, you're an idiot," I say, shaking my head.
My hazel green eyes lock onto Shiver's, and I can see the confusion swirling in them. "She told you that shit so she could take you to her truck and convince you to fuck her."
I turn to the girl, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Didn't you?"
The silence that follows is thick enough to cut with a knife.
I watch as the realization dawns on Shiver's face, his high cheekbones flushing with a mix of embarrassment and fury.
Part of me feels a twinge of satisfaction at bursting his bubble, but another part— a part I'm not ready to examine too closely—feels a pang of something else.
Jealousy? No, that can't be it.
I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for one of them to break the silence.
The girl's smirk is like oil on water, slick and unnatural. "I mean, maybe that was the plan," she purrs, her eyes darting between Shiver and me.
I feel my jaw clench, but before I can react, Shiver's voice cuts through the tension like a serrated blade.
"I'm no fool," he snarls, his muscular frame radiating anger. "And why in the fuck do you think I'd stick my dick in your used up pussy?"
The sound of flesh on flesh echoes in the night air as the girl's hand connects with Shiver's face.
The slap is cold, fueled by heat and humiliation.
I watch as darkness floods Shiver's eyes, anger pooling in those depths like spilled ink.
My heart rate quickens.
I don't know Shiver well, but I know enough about the club to understand that he wouldn't dare put a hand on a woman, no matter how pissed off he is.
It's an unspoken rule, a line that doesn't get crossed.
But I'm not bound by those rules.
Before I can second-guess myself, I lunge forward.
My hand wraps around the girl's throat, and I slam her against the wall of the clubhouse.
The impact rattles through my arm, but I don't loosen my grip.
"You don't have any fuckin' respect," I hiss, my face inches from hers. "You can't just put your hands on someone who belongs to the club."
The girl's eyes widen, a mix of fear and defiance swirling in them. "Get your hands off me, you crazy bitch," she spits out.
Something snaps inside me.
Maybe it's the exhaustion from the day, or the pent-up frustration I've been carrying.
Whatever it is, it drives me to do something I never thought I'd do.
“Oh, keep callin’ me crazy. I love that shit.”
With a swift, violent motion, I bite down on one of my acrylic nails, breaking it off.
I bite down on every single one because I’m ready to fucking fight.
Hell, it’s going to end up being therapeutic for me.
I let my fists do the talking.
I'm vaguely aware of the sound of flesh hitting flesh, of the girl's cries turning to whimpers.
I see the blood before I feel it on my knuckles, her split lip a vibrant crimson against her pale skin.
"Siren, stop!" Shiver's voice finally breaks through the red haze of my anger.
His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me away from the bloodied girl.
As I struggle against his grip, I catch sight of Cobra stepping out of the clubhouse, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
The acrid smell of smoke mingles with the metallic scent of blood in the air.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, the adrenaline slowly fading away.
Cobra takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
A smirk plays across his lips as he exhales a cloud of smoke. "Shit, this is like the good ol' days!"
"Shut up," Shiver growls, his grip on me still firm.
But Cobra's not done.
He chuckles, shaking his head.
"Damn, Siren. Didn't know you had it in you. Reminds me of the time Octavia went apeshit on that stripper in Reno. Damn, that was a good night."
I struggle against Shiver's hold, my blood still boiling.
"Let go of me," I snarl.
Instead of releasing me, Shiver's hand clamps down on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
Without a word, he starts dragging me away from the scene, toward Kade's old house.
"What the fuck?" I yell, twisting in his grip. "Why are we even going anywhere together?"
Shiver doesn't answer, his jaw clenched tight as he marches us across the lot.
The snow crunches under our boots, the sound grating on my already frayed nerves.
"I asked you a question, asshole," I snap, trying to dig my heels in.
He whirls on me, his eyes blazing. "Shut the fuck up," he growls, his face inches from mine.
The command only fans the flames of my anger.
Who the hell does he think he is? "
You don't have the right to talk to me like that," I spit back, my hands balling into fists at my sides.
In my head, I'm screaming at myself to calm down, to think rationally.
But the rage is too strong, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.
I want to hit something, someone.
And right now, Shiver's looking like a pretty good target.
To my surprise, he doesn't back down.
Instead, he grabs me by the wrists and shoves me up against the side of the building. "Well, I don't think you're in any position to tell me what to do," he snarls, his breath hot on my face.
I don’t know why, but he’s intoxicating, his anger mixing with mine until I can't think straight.
My heart pounds in my ears, my chest heaving as I stare into his dark eyes.
This close, I can see the flecks of gold in them, swirling like molten lava.
"Fine," I hiss, refusing to be the first to break eye contact. "What? You gonna fuck me against a wall, Shiver? Is that it?"
A smirk curls his lips, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Sounds like a plan, sweetheart."
Before I can react, he’s pushing us through the door and slamming it behind us.
He shoves my pants around my ankles and drags my panties down with them.
I yelp, shocked by his bruteness.
I’m about to speak up, but my words catch in my throat as his mouth latches on to my clit.
"Shit!" I gasp, my hands flying to his head.
His tongue is a fucking magic wand, swirling and teasing, sending white-hot bolts of pleasure coursing through my body.
This man is no novice when it comes to giving head.
He’s an expert.
God, the way he knows exactly where to flick that magic tongue of his is about to make me lose my mind.
"Shiver," I moan, my hips bucking against his face. "Fuck, don't stop."
His response is a growl, a primal sound that vibrates through me, straight to my core.
The remnants of my acrylic nails dig into his shoulder as my orgasm builds within me, threatening to consume me whole.
"I've got you, girl" he whispers, his words against my skin sending shivers down my spine. "Let go. I got you."
In that moment, I trust him.
I let go.
My climax washes over me in a wave of bliss, my entire body trembling as he laps up every drop of my wetness.
As my breathing evens out, I slowly come back to reality.
Shiver stands up, his pants bulging with desire.
A smirk plays on his lips as he pulls his enormous cock free.
And I do mean enormous.
This is the thickest cock I’ve ever seen.
It’s a little above average in length, but the width on this thing might tear me to shreds.
I don't have time to react before Shiver's hand wraps around my throat, his fingers pressing into my skin as he slowly pushes inside me.
The sensation makes me gasp, my body betraying me as it welcomes his intrusion.
"Beg me to fuck you, cumslut," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "That's what you are. You're my little plaything while I'm here, aren't you?"
His words ignite a fire in my core, but my pride won't let me give in so easily.
"Go fuck yourself," I spit out, even as my body arches towards him.
Shiver's laugh is dark and humorless as he pulls out, leaving just the tip pressed against my entrance.
"Wrong answer," he taunts, teasing me mercilessly.
I bite my lip, fighting the urge to beg.
I've never encountered a man so domineering, so commanding in bed.
It's infuriating and intoxicating all at once.
"Stubborn little bitch, aren't you?" Shiver murmurs, his free hand trailing down my body. "But I can feel how much you want this. How wet you are for me."
I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing.
"Fuck you," I whisper, but there's no real venom in it now.
"That's the idea, sweetheart," he chuckles. "All you have to do is ask nicely."
Dammit!
"Please," I whimper, hating myself for giving in but desperate for more. "Please fuck me, Shiver."
"That's more like it," he purrs, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
He pushes back inside me, slow and methodical, each inch a torturous ecstasy.
I gasp at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his tattooed shoulders.
"Fuck," he growls low in his throat, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain.
He pulls back out only to slam back into me with force that has me crying out in pleasure.
The room fills with our gasps and groans, his thrusts become more erratic and less controlled as he chases his release.
"Come for me," he orders, his voice strained. "I’m not stoppin’ until you come all over my fat cock."
I obey without thought, spiraling into a world of white-hot pleasure at his command.
He fucks me like a wild savage until he’s right behind me, filling me up with his seed.
He pulls out of me and presses my face toward his still hard cock.
"Clean up your mess," he chuckles darkly and I do as commanded.
I wrap my lips around him, tasting both of us on his glistening skin.
He's thick, and I can barely take him in, but the way he moans when I do has me trying over and over again.
His hands are in my hair, guiding me as I lick and pump him in rhythm with his panting breaths.
Sure, he told me to clean up my mess, but I want to make an even bigger mess.
Each gasp and groan spills from his lips like a symphony to my ears, each one spurring me on.
"Fuck...that's it," he groans, his voice guttural and raw. "Don’t stop."
I don’t intend to.
The taste of us has me ravenous for more.
My tongue traces every vein, every ridge of his cock until he’s shuddering.
"Stop," he orders suddenly, pulling away from me with a wet pop.
But before I can protest, he's flipping me onto my stomach.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s inside me again, slamming into me over and over again until the world is nothing but Shiver and the pleasure he gives me.
He drives into me relentlessly, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge.
And when he finally comes, it’s with a roar that echoes through the room.
He leans up behind me and whispers in my ear, cupping my chin with one hand.
"The next time I fuck you," he pronounces slowly, letting each word hang in the air between us. "I'll be breakin’ in that tight ass of yours."
"There won’t be a next time, Shiver."
He chuckles and slips his hand around me, feeling how wet I am. "I have determined that is a lie."