CHAPTER NINE
– SEVRIN –
I step into the backyard and let the door of the clubhouse fall shut behind me. With a twist of my finger I create a soundproof water dome around me. Thumbing through my phone, I find Swade’s number.
Swade is an older, human member of the Kings of Anarchy Nowalk, Maryland chapter.
I recently found out my sister, Senna, had a child with a human decades ago to sever the bond with Cassius.
I’ve always suspected this little fact, but with the bond cut she also became invisible for us. It’s what kept her safe from Cassius.
Though, the knowledge of the existence of my niece is a well-kept secret.
At least, I hope it still is. The moment I knew about her existence I wanted to bring her here to keep her safe.
Fatal, the president of the Nowalk chapter, claimed her as his old lady.
The fucker made me respect the claim, and I had no other choice because my niece accepted the claim to be the president’s old lady.
I couldn’t tell her about the supernatural world within the human one, but I did gave her hints as a warning.
She might not have powers, yet she sure as fuck has extended abilities.
More like a spot-on gut feeling, the ability to know when someone is being honest, a high IQ, and she can’t die through drowning.
Perks. She has a lot, thanks to a chunk of DNA from a Neptune descendant. Yet, she might have our blood running through her veins, but that doesn’t make her an immortal. She’s as human as her old man, which is also why I accepted his claim.
“What’s wrong,” are the first words Swade throws at me.
“The knowledge might be compromised,” I tell him.
“Fuck. Now what?”
A sigh rips from me. “High alert, maybe a short vacation just to make sure. I hope to have more information soon, but I need to know...”
“I’ll handle it with Prez. We have a run coming up, East Texas chapter. I think it’s perfect. I’ll have Fatal message you.”
“Sounds good,” I grunt.
“Did you run into the fucker?” Swade asks on a whisper.
“Indirect contact,” is all the information I have for him.
“Make sure the next time you call it’s to let me know the fucker can’t make contact at fucking all ever again,” Swade grits.
I grip my phone a little harder than necessary. “Soon enough.”
The connection ends and I let the soundproof dome evaporate. The night is dark, clouds are hiding the stars as I stare up into the darkness. Damn. The confrontation with fire-shifters could have been a life-or-death threat if Fosca faced them by herself.
She might have similar powers as mine, but not knowing how to use them would have caused her to fail to protect herself.
Thank fuck they showed up when we were there.
Anger flares up hotter than before as I stomp back to my room.
With a wave of my hand I release the seal I placed to keep the door locked, and step inside.
Fosca gets right in my face and barks out her words. “How dare you keep me locked inside like a damn prisoner. Move. I’m getting out of here.”
I close the few inches between us and snarl, “Forgetting already how I had to seal you in a damn bubble to keep you safe on the fucking street? Everything I do has a fucking reason. And for your information, I sure as fuck don’t need to lock a bitch in my bedroom to keep her there.”
“You did not just call me a bitch.” She doesn’t so much as raise her voice this time.
Anger is still burning in my gut at the thought of my niece getting exposed to her fucked-up brother. I know it’s not her fault, and I shouldn’t take it out on her. Yet, she’s right here and in my damn face.
I’m about to say something I’m sure I’ll regret later when my eye catches movement behind her. Within this moment I have no clue if I should be proud, pissed, or slightly alarmed.
Taking a slow breath, I tell her, “Darlin’, you need to calm down.”
Her eyes flare and the dots behind her multiply. We’ve been practicing for two days so she knows the basics of her abilities. Baby steps. Small shit like drawing water from our surroundings. I use it for everything, like sealing the door shut, or to create a protection dome.
Fosca, though? She’s created bullets from water. Hundreds of them and they are all aimed at me.
“Do. Not. Tell me to calm down,” she grits through her teeth.
Noted. Telling the salty woman she needs to calm down obviously triggers the opposite reaction. The tiny bullets vibrate in place like ticking time bombs. I can tell by the look on her face that no words will diffuse the situation.
Her scent suddenly hits my nose with an overwhelming feeling. Without thinking I reach for her to grab the back of her neck and pull her against me as I cover my mouth with hers.
The moment her lips touch mine is when a jolt of electricity sparks in my veins, lighting up my body. She moans into my mouth, fingers digging into my denim vest to keep me close.
Tension is replaced by full-blown lust. One glance allows me to see the water bullets have evaporated. She might not have been able to harm me with her powers, but the damage to the clubhouse, and others who might have been caught in the line of fire, could have been disastrous.
Fosca roughly yanks my vest down my arms, forcing me to leave her body.
I eagerly comply and make sure my cut lands on a chair near the bed.
Her hands are on my belt to unbuckle it when I stop her by making her lift her arms to rip the shirt from her body.
Clothes land on the floor, piece by piece, as we hurry to get one another naked.
Everything except for Fosca is a blur. Her bra drops, tits swing free, and those cherry colored nipples are drawing me in. My throat runs dry and I lean in to lick her nipple, suck it into my mouth to put the tight nub between my teeth as my hand covers her other breast.
Her back arches to smash her gorgeous rack in my face.
I reach out to grab her neck and push her back in the direction of the bed.
Placing both hands on her shoulders, I give her a shove and she goes down willingly.
Pushing her legs apart, I place a knee on the bed and palm my cock.
Her pussy is weeping for attention and I lean in for a taste.
Fosca gasps and I groan when her taste hits my tongue. I squeeze my cock to take off some of the pressure building in my balls. The need to be inside her is drawing me in like a moth to a flame. There is no choice, only longing for completion.
I cover her clit and suck while flicking the bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her hands go into my hair and she shamelessly grinds her pussy against my mouth for her own damn pleasure.
Fuck it. Ripping my mouth away, I crawl up her body and place the tip of my cock against her slick entrance. Looking straight into her eyes, I growl, “Mine,” and thrust forward, ripping through her hymen, drawing blood and completing our bond as I root myself balls-deep inside her.
An electric current zings through me as if I’m touching livewire. Power unlike I’ve ever felt is flowing in my veins as I stare into Fosca’s eyes. Blue sparks dance around her fingertips as she reaches for my temple.
“Mine,” she whispers as her upper body lifts to brush her lips against mine.
A growl rumbles through me and I’m suddenly consumed with lust. I move my legs, throwing hers over my thighs to loom over her and pull my cock almost out of her tight heat, only to slam back inside.
Thrusting rough, filling her deep, staring down at her closed eyes and parted lips while I take what’s rightfully mine to claim.
This woman’s body was created for me. My cock molded to fit her tight pussy. Bodies carved as counterparts, brains opposite to challenge and draw conflict to keep balance. We’re designed to collide, to combust, to merge, to evolve.
Her hands reach for my head and she pulls me close to sink her teeth in my shoulder. Her scream is muffled when her orgasm rips through her. Pussy clenching, strangling my cock to the point of pain.
I can feel myself getting harder inside her and I thrust with more force, needing to go deeper.
Grabbing her head, I turn it to the side, exposing her neck to sink my teeth into her skin.
My cock thickens and pulses with cum, branding her as mine from the inside out.
I stay rooted, knowing I can’t pull out because claiming my fated mate with my cock means we’re bound until our connection is complete.
She shudders underneath me, moaning when my cock keeps spurting cum. The walls of her pussy massage my cock, drawing a guttural groan from my throat. Indescribable pleasure is flowing through my veins along with the hum of power.
Bond. Complete.
Shit. This wasn’t planned, and I’m not sure this is a good thing because Fosca can’t control her own powers yet...let alone deal with the tenfold of what we just unraveled by solidifying our bond.