Chapter Three #2
I grinned, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Just naturally talented."
"Cocky bastard," she muttered, but there was no heat in it. Instead, she reached for me, pulling me up for another kiss. I groaned when she licked into my mouth, knowing she could taste herself, and lapped at my lips eagerly.
Before I realized what was happening, she'd flipped our positions, straddling me with a triumphant smirk. The knife still strapped to her thigh glinted in the dim light.
I trailed my hands down her thighs until I stopped at the knife. “This is sexy as fuck.”
“Won’t be if I decide to stab you in the kidney.”
“Oh, don’t bet on it, little lioness.”
“How the fuck do you manage to make even a lioness sound playful and submissive. While I love to play, I can assure you, I’m anything but submissive.”
I grinned. “Guess it’s another one of my talents.”
"Maybe it’s time I show you one of mine." She winked at me as she slid down my body.
I hissed when her hand wrapped around my cock, already hard and aching for her. Her touch was confident, knowing exactly the right pressure as she stroked me from base to tip.
When she parted her lips and sucked me deep, it was my turn to arch off the bed. I thrust into her mouth with a deep groan. I fisted my hand in her hair, not even realizing what I’d done until I looked down to watch myself fucking her mouth.
Instead of pulling that knife on me, though, Wren settled herself between my legs and let me fuck her the way I wanted.
I knew better than to continue for long. I indulged myself for a few seconds then pulled her up my body by her hair. She cried out but when her gaze clashed with mine, her eyes were wide with excitement.
“Does my little lioness like her lovin’ rough?” My voice was gravely and harsh, same as my grip on her hair.
Her eyes flashed with defiance and desire. "Maybe I do." She rolled her hips, grinding against my cock. "But don't think that means I'll let you run the show."
I tightened my grip in her hair, testing her limits. "Seems like I already am."
"Temporary situation," she purred, reaching between us to position my cock at her entrance. "I'm just letting you think you're in charge."
I growled, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Protection," I managed to get out, even as she teased me with her slick heat.
"I’m clean," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. "And I’m on birth control. You?"
"Clean," I confirmed. The responsible part of my brain tried to argue for condoms anyway, but when she sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, all rational thought fled.
"Fuck," I groaned, the sensation of her tight, wet pussy enveloping me nearly making me come on the spot. I released her hair to grab her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Wren threw her head back, a moan escaping her as she adjusted to my size. "God, you feel good," she gasped, beginning to move. She started slow, rising up until just the tip of me remained inside before sinking back down.
"Fuck," I bit out through clenched teeth as I buried myself to the hilt. "You feel so fucking good."
“Fuck me, Rocky,” she hissed at my ear. “Fuck me good and hard. Make me fuckin’ scream!” Then she nipped my ear. Hard.
Yep. I was officially going to hell. The second she bit down, I grunted, stunned. With an almost frenzied yell, I flipped her to her back, my cock still buried deep, and fucked her as hard and fast as I could.
She scored my back with her nails as she hung on as she spread her legs wide, letting me have as much access as I needed to do with her as I wanted.
I wrapped my arms around her slender body and clamped her to me as I fucked her.
Each of her cries were driven from her body with the force of my thrusts, but she didn’t indicate she was in any discomfort or try to push me away.
We moved together, finding a rhythm that bordered on violent. The springs beneath us protested loudly with each thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I didn't give a fuck who heard.
I drove into her with an intensity that should have frightened both of us. Instead, she continued to meet me thrust for thrust, her legs spread wide.
"Fuck, Wren," I growled against her neck, feeling her tighten around me as she approached her peak. “Goddamn fuck!”
Wren screamed a long, shrill sound as her pussy clamped around my dick.
The sight of her losing control pushed me over the edge, my own release crashing through me with unexpected force.
I shoved my face against her neck, opening my mouth wide to take in the pulse point of her jugular.
When I felt it under my tongue, I sucked.
Hard. The need to mark her was so primal I didn’t question it.
I groaned as my cum shot from my cock inside of Wren’s cunt.
Holding myself as deep as I could go, I held her in this most submissive possession, her life literally beneath my mouth.
I could bite down and it would be too late for her to do anything about it before I killed her.
I’d never hurt Wren. Not physically. Not emotionally if I could help it. But there was an instinct riding me I’d never experienced before, a male needing to dominate his aggressive female so she knew he was her master. God knew I didn’t think that way.
For a moment, we just breathed together, sweat-slick skin cooling in the night air.
Gradually, I eased up on her neck. Wren surprised me by whimpering and lifting her chin higher to give me better access to her neck.
The caveman inside of me growled in satisfaction.
My female had accepted her mate’s dominance.
Her mate being me. I waited for regret to hit, for the need to run to chase me from the bed with some lame excuse so I could leave before she decided she wanted in my bed for longer than one night.
Instead, I felt something dangerously close to peace as I rolled us to our side, pulling her against my chest.
Whatever lines I'd crossed tonight, whatever consequences waited for me down the road, I couldn't bring myself to care. Not with Wren curled against me, her breathing slowing as the adrenaline faded, leaving behind something that felt too much like contentment.
I was so fucked.
The first hint of dawn filtered through the cheap blinds, casting stripes of pale gold across Wren's bare shoulder. I hadn't slept, couldn't bring myself to close my eyes when the reality in front of me seemed so much better than dreams. Her purple hair spilled across my chest, her breathing deep and even against my skin. As a rule, I didn’t bring women to my home. Not before this fucking assignment, not during this fucking assignment. Temporary distractions stayed at the clubhouse or in a hotel. They served a purpose, but never had any sexual encounter felt like this. Not physically. Not mentally. Hell, I’d all but decided she was mine while I’d fucked her.
And there was no way she could ever be mine.
Wren stirred against me, her leg sliding between mine as she woke. Her eyes opened slowly, that vivid green momentarily confused before recognition set in. No regret, just a lazy smile that made my chest tighten.
"You watching me sleep?" she murmured, voice rough with rest. "Kinda creepy."
I laughed softly, running my hand along her spine. "Just making sure you're real."
"Smooth talker." She stretched like a cat, all lean muscle and pale skin. "What time is it?"
"Early. Sun's barely up." I tucked a strand of purple hair behind her ear, allowing myself the indulgence. "You need to be somewhere?"
She shook her head, settling back against me. "Not yet. Ghost thinks I'm crashing with a friend after the party."
The mention of her father sent a tendril of unease through me, a reminder of the precarious position I'd put myself in. I pushed the feeling aside for the moment, focusing instead on the warm weight of her body against mine. I needed to figure out if all these emotions were from the heat of the moment or if they were going to hang around for a while. Because, if the latter were true, I needed a plan in place to protect her while I did this job. At the very least, I needed Vittorio’s permission to get Bound in Blood involved.
Hell, the man had been trying to get these guys more entrenched in his payroll.
I wasn’t supposed to contact Vittorio unless it was an emergency involving the Copperhead’s victims, but I thought maybe it was time to forget this charade of pretending this wasn’t Vittorio’s way of getting something he wanted without forcing the issue.
He wanted to get the VP’s daughter to ask her father to come rescue my ass if I got in a bind without Vittorio having to ask and be indebted to Bound in Blood.
He was a man who liked to have leverage over his world and I was man enough to admit that, while I was an attack vessel, I was also a pawn when Vittorio needed me to be.
Yeah. Me and Vittorio needed to have a talk.
"So," she said, tracing a finger along a scar on my chest, "tell me something real about yourself, Rocky the mechanic."
"What makes you think I haven't been real?"
She gave me a look that said she wasn't buying it. "Everyone has their secrets. I'm not asking for those. Just something true."
I considered what I could safely share, what threads of truth I could pull from the tapestry of lies I'd woven.
"I grew up in Chicago," I offered finally.
"South side. Learned to work on bikes from my uncle who owned a shop there.
He was a mean drunk, but he knew engines better than anyone I've ever met. "