Chapter 15 Raven
Ikept waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. Bree was always polite and caring, but it wasn’t healthy. She needed to embrace her negative emotions, not just the positive ones.
For real growth and recovery, she needed to vent.
So, after a week of cheesy, happy days, I helped her deal with reality.
“Why did you really want to come here, babygirl?”
She stared at me over pancakes, blinking. “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t stutter, sugar. Why did you really want to leave The Roost?”
She seemed surprised and confused. “Because it wasn’t safe.”
“For who?”
“Me and Bella.”
“But you didn’t ask her to leave or come with us. You didn’t tell her to go away with Crow and sneak off like we did. So tell me, babygirl, what are you runnin’ from?”
“Stop. That’s not what happened.”
“Isn’t it? Aren’t you runnin’ from the Dirty Death MC? The memories? Your fucking rapist?”
“Raven.”
“Fucking tell me the truth. Do it, Bree.”
She picked up her plate and stomped toward the sink.
“How long are you gonna run from Chronos and what he did to you? How long will you give him that power?”
She lifted her plate and slammed it down, releasing the dish as it crashed to the tile, shattering at her feet. “I’m not!”
Her cheeks grew dark pink, and she stared daggers at me.
She was pissed.
Good. I’d been waiting for this moment.
She’d been numb. Terrified. Broken and melancholy. Tearful.
But angry? Not until now.
She needed to fully embrace the rage and process it to recover from her ordeal.
“What about you? When are you going to tell me why your marriage with Sarah didn’t work? Or why you like to fuck so many women but can’t commit to any of them?”
Where the fuck did that come from?
Shit. Stay focused.
“You wanna push? Well, I push back, sweetheart.”
She rolled her eyes. Fuck, that almost pissed me off.
“You ain’t got a man in front of you that backs down to any woman or man for that matter. You wanna go toe to toe with me? Be prepared to meet the beast.”
She scoffed. “Big talk from a big man.”
I’d show her big when she finally wanted to see my dick. Hell, just sparring with her like this was making my cock stiffen.
“I am. You’re gonna love it too.”
She narrowed her eyes, huffing a breath. “This isn’t about sex.”
“Isn’t it?” I contradicted, enjoying the pout on her face that followed. I closed the distance between us, lifting her from the floor and to the side, away from the ceramic pieces on the floor.
“Get your hands off me!” she screeched.
Oh, it was like that, huh?
I reached around and swatted her on the bottom.
Shocked, she lifted her hand to strike me when I caught it, bringing her into my embrace. My mouth hovered above hers, our lips nearly touching.
Fuck. It would be so easy to kiss her. I fucking wanted to do it for so damn long.
She sneered at me. “Don’t you dare!”
“Don’t worry, little spitfire. I won’t be doing it yet.”
She glared at me, fucking glared. So goddamn cute.
“I’ll wait until you’re begging me to touch you. Until your clit is throbbing, and your thighs are clenching together with need. When the slightest friction begins to coax an orgasm from your body, and you soak those pretty panties covering your sweet pussy.”
She gasped, her eyes glazing over.
Fuck yeah. This wasn’t gonna take near as long as I first believed.
“I want you so dizzy with desire that you can’t wait to have my thick cock inside you.”
Her pupils dilated in response.
“And then I’m going to rip those panties away and feast on your cunt, licking and devouring you until I taste your release on my tongue.”
Fuck me. Saying this to her gave me a raging hard-on.
“I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll taste.
” My hand slid around the back of her neck, tugging her closer as I lowered my head, whispering in her ear.
“I can almost feel how slick you’ll be when my tongue gently slides inside you or when I start to fuck you with it, plunging in and out, pulling a moan from that sexy mouth of yours.
How will it feel for you, I wonder? Rough, erotic? ”
Her chest rose and fell faster, and I hoped she was imagining what I described.
“Your hips will start to move, rubbing against my face and beard because you won’t be able to stop yourself. You won’t want that moment to end.”
“Raven,” she groaned, and I knew I had her now.
“You ever had a man between your legs who knows what he’s doin’?”
She didn’t answer, almost squirming as she leaned against me.
“You know what adds to the experience?”
She didn’t say a word, but I knew she was curious.
“The beard. Something about that friction on your inner thighs while two of my thick fingers enter your pussy, fucking you while I lick and suck your swollen clit. But there’s one more thing that tops all of it.”
I pulled back, watching as her head lolled until she stared up at me, blinking, unable to hide the lust and want and need building inside her.
“The fucking connection we have, my little vixen. You and me, we’re the real deal. Tragic circumstances brought us together more than once, and attraction built a foundation on top of it, but now we’re here because this is where we were always supposed to end up.”
Tears filled her eyes until they resembled pools of emerald glass.
“You don’t have to cry, babygirl. For you, I’d wait a fucking lifetime.
” My fingertips lightly stroked her jawline.
“Hell, I already have. Every moment brought me here so I could be the man you need. You can pretend to fight or resist it, deny it, or even try to walk away, but the truth is, sugar, I’m your forever, and you already know it. ”
“Raven.” She said it with such longing that I knew I had to walk away now, or I’d take from her what I wanted, and that was something I could never forgive myself for. Too many men had forced sex and intimacy. I didn’t want her to associate anything we did with her past.
Her sexual pleasure and awakening would come when she finally decided to let the trauma stop controlling her life and wanted me more than she needed to hide or run.
“I’m gonna walk away now, sweetheart, but you need to know it’s not because I’m impatient, frustrated, or angry. It’s because I’m fucking turned on so much that I need to take care of this erection.”
She glanced down, no doubt seeing how my dick tented my jeans, pushing against the zipper.
“I’m gonna go in my room, stroke my cock, and fantasize about what it’s gonna feel like when I finally sink my cock in your pussy.”
Her gaze snapped to mine, her lips parting, and fuck me if she didn’t lick them like the thought of dragging out my cock and wrapping her lips around the girth wasn’t the exact thing she pictured in her head.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The second I got my hand around my dick, I’d be pumping hard and fast, and I knew I’d come all over my lap with how much this conversation had turned into foreplay for me.
I couldn’t resist dropping a brief kiss on her forehead and hoped she would forgive me for not asking permission first. From here on out, I would always get her consent.
She watched me as I walked away, her face scrunched as she processed all I’d said to her.
Everything inside me wanted to spin around, pick her up, slap her juicy, perfect ass again, and take her to my bed. No woman had ever gotten to me the way Brianna did, not even Sarah.
Mate, the crow whispered.
I knew. I’d known for so fucking long.
To be honest, since the night I rescued her from that burning car. Sarah wasn’t a true mate. She’d been a companion, a lover, but never my heart’s true desire.
No, that woman stood before me, slowly putting the broken pieces of herself back together. I knew I’d do anything for Brianna, anything to keep her with me, everything I could to protect her, even if it meant my life.
MY BEDROOM DOOR SWUNG open. Silhouetted in the meager whisps of moonlight sifting through the window stood the most gorgeous female I’d ever had the pleasure to meet.
My Brianna.
She approached the bed, walking with purpose even when I knew it must have terrified her to come to me like this.
I wouldn’t let the effort be wasted.
“I’m afraid,” she admitted, sitting beside me on the mattress.
I only had a sheet draped across my naked hips after I’d showered. Taking matters into hand, I’d come three times as the hot water sluiced over my body, her name on my lips.
Staying silent, I sensed she needed to take this process slow.
“Well, I’m actually terrified,” she corrected, “but I don’t want what happened to dictate the rest of my life. I don’t want to miss out on wonderful experiences.”
Nodding, I understood.
“I want to come for the first time since he touched me. Since he,” she faltered, and I sat up, almost reaching out for her, “since Chronos raped me.”
Wow. She said it.
Fuck. I was so proud of her. What a breakthrough.
My crow fought inside me, wanting to unleash, hating that we didn’t stop this from happening. His rage would have to wait. Once it was safe, I’d take Bree back to the club, and I’d hunt down the rest of her kidnappers.
They would bleed for their crimes, and then the crows would rip them to pieces.
“How can I help?” I asked, swallowing hard. Watching her fall apart because she orgasmed? Sign me up!
“Can, we uh,” she paused, clearing her throat. “Can we start with a kiss?”
Stolen. That’s what happened to my heart. It no longer beat for me but thrummed and ticked for her alone.
“Absolutely,” I finally replied, my voice strained.
She climbed onto the bed, crawling over my lap as I settled against the headboard, my back resting against the slatted boards. I had the foresight to keep the sheet covering my hips and groin, exposing only my upper body.
Brianna faced me, gently lowering her ass on my thighs. Her fingertips pressed to my stomach, slowly gliding over the dark ink. She paused at the grim reaper and the graveyard; the multiple ravens settled over the headstones and the name on the largest one in the center of my abdomen.
Asmon Patrick Carter. 7/8/13.