CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Three weeks later
– FOSCA –
The feel of Sevrin’s hands stroking my legs, his hot breath on my pussy, tongue sliding through my folds. Best way to wake up if you ask me. I groan, but keep my eyes closed as I slide my fingers through his hair.
“Such a sweet and tight pussy,” Sevrin rumbles against my center and slides a thick finger inside me.
I tilt my pelvis, seeking more friction from his tongue, his fingers, his mouth...I feel him everywhere. Completely surrounded by pleasure, warmth, and adoration. Sevrin has mastered the art of giving me exactly what I need.
“Yes,” I breathe. “More.”
He keeps pumping his fingers inside me, curling to seek my sweet spot. The one he always finds to throw me over the edge.
“And you’ll get more. My cock fucking you deep, but only if you come all over my tongue first.” His words are spoken against my center, giving me the extra vibration and heated breath.
I glance down at my mate, the man who has been overwhelmingly sweet, caring, and protective the past few weeks. His dominating eyes are pinning me in place, desire clearly staring back at me.
His teeth graze my clit, sending pulses of pleasure throughout my body. I make sure to have both hands on his head, keeping his mouth on my pussy as I grind it hard against his face. I’m taking my pleasure, guiding him exactly where I need it.
I gulp in a deep breath and let the bliss overtake me as I moan, “Sevvvvrrriiiin.”
My eyes fall shut, my limbs become boneless as I sag against the mattress.
My pussy clenches with the tremors of my fading orgasm when he pulls his fingers out of me.
Crawling up my body, after taking a moment to feather kisses on my belly, he stares down at me with a smirk tugging that wickedly sinful mouth of his.
“Love that sweet pussy. It’s the only one I dream of,” he rumbles.
I place my hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer and right before I taste myself on his tongue I let him know, “And I love your cock, it’s the only one I’ll ever want and need.”
“Good. ’Cause it’s the only one you’ll ever have,” he grunts and enters me in one hard thrust.
I moan at the sudden invasion and wrap my arms and legs tightly around him. He starts to fuck me with long hard strokes, groaning each time he bottoms out. The sweet tingles in my lower belly start to build.
Latching on to his neck, I suck a sliver of his skin into my mouth. He grunts harder and places a hand on my hip to keep me in place.
Rooting himself balls-deep inside me he whispers beside my ear, “That’s it. Squeeze me with that tight pussy I love more than anything.”
Without thinking, I clench my inner walls and he moans in appreciation. I expect him to start thrusting again, but instead he pulls out, easily flips me over on all-fours, and enters me from behind.
Hands on my hips, he keeps me steady as he drives himself inside me over and over again.
I’m clawing at the mattress, needing...wanting.
..craving release. I try to shove back on his dick, wanting some form of control, but it’s useless.
Sevrin is the one determining how and when my pleasure will hit.
My breath catches when he sneaks one hand between my legs. Feathering a touch over my clit, merely grazing it. Shit. Why the freaking torture.
“Please,” I whimper and the idiot chuckles.
“No coming for my woman until I’m ready to come right along with you. There’s nothing better than having you squeeze the cum right from my balls, sweet thing.”
I’d like to squeeze something else right now, preferably his neck if he keeps teasing me with mere brushes against my clit. I reach back and dig my nails into his muscled thigh.
“Fuck,” he grunts and his hips falter.
Pinching my clit in a delicious way, I finally spiral into a sea of bliss. I moan his name, giving credit where credit is due, and feel him root himself deep as his cock starts to thicken and pulse.
Completely exhausted I fall face-first into the mattress and feel his body shift above me. His arms come around my body to keep me plastered against him as he slightly rolls us to the side.
I close my eyes to doze off with a huge smile on my face. Best way to start the day. Right up there with a cup of coffee, and sleeping in late.
“Time for coffee,” Sevrin states, as if the man can read my mind.
“Shower first,” I mumble, and reluctantly swing my legs off the bed.
Sevrin chuckles as he reaches for his jeans. “I’ll go to the kitchen and see if there’s any coffee left so I can bring you a mug.”
“Good man,” I manage and freeze when I take one step into the bathroom. “What time is it?”
Sevrin checks his phone. “Almost eleven.”
“Oh, fuck,” I snap. “Why didn’t the alarm go off?”
Sevrin moves closer and gently cups my cheek. “I turned the alarm off. You need your rest, and besides, they’ve been riding for hours, darlin’. I’m sure they’ll want to freshen up first.”
I glare at the man. “It’s our home they’re visiting, Sevrin. She’s your family. We should be welcoming them as soon as they ride through the gate.”
Both hands are on my cheeks when he rumbles, “I fucking love you.”
“Yeah, well, I would love you a hell of a lot more if you woke me up with your mouth an hour earlier than you did,” I grumble.
Lifting myself on my tiptoes, I give him a hard kiss and shove his chest. “Now, go to the kitchen and get me some coffee while I take a shower.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grins and reaches for his denim vest before slipping out of the room.
Dammit, I need to hurry. Handling my business, taking a shower, getting dressed, all of it will take me at least fifteen minutes. I wish Sevrin didn’t kill my alarm. On the other side, I feel completely refreshed when I step out of the shower.
I do need more sleep with the pregnancy draining me. The past three weeks seem more like three months of pregnancy where my belly has grown unexplainably fast. It’s also why I quit my job three weeks ago.
We knew this pregnancy would evolve at rapid speed. Besides, like I mentioned, it’s been draining me and I couldn’t imagine staying on my feet for hours to do an autopsy, let alone do fieldwork.
I take the now empty mug Sevrin brought me while I was in the shower, I head fully dressed to the kitchen. A woman with pink, fluffy hair is pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“Can I have some more?” I question.
Silver eyes, the same as Sevrin’s, focus on me.
“Sure,” she quips.
I smile at the woman, knowing exactly who she is. “Norie, I presume. I’m so excited to finally meet you.”
She fills my mug. “Same here, Sevrin has told me so much about you. Sorry we couldn’t come sooner. Oh wow, you’re showing already. Sevrin told me you guys were pregnant, but...you guys weren’t together until...”
“There you are,” a man grunts. “Hey, you must be Fosca, Sevrin’s old lady. I’m Swade. Come on, Norie, let’s go to the main room where everyone else is. The prospects will be here soon with a load of treats from the coffee shop in town.”
He ushers her out the door and she walks in the direction of the main room.
Swade turns to me and lowers his voice to a mere whisper.
“There are certain things Norie knows when it comes to her DNA, while ninety percent stays a mystery. I’ve kept Senna’s secret for decades, even if it meant Norie not knowing I was her father for almost all her life.
” He points at my belly. “Congrats. I can’t wait to hear what explanation Sevrin will come up with to hide that one growing fast.”
He rumbles a laugh and I find myself chuckling along with him.
“There you are,” Sevrin states and lifts his chin in Swade’s direction. “Come on, time for you to meet the rest of the Nowalk, Maryland chapter.”
I lean against Sevrin as we step into the main room of the clubhouse. It’s filled to the brim with bikers, all wearing blue denim vests with the Kings of Anarchy patch. They are laughing, drinking coffee, and acting like a huge solid brotherhood.
This is what family looks like. It doesn’t have to entail blood related brothers. Friendship, loyalty, trust, devotion, solid pillars of a foundation where each and every one has the other one’s back. If it’s supernatural, a whole club filled with humans, or like now...a mixture of both.
Life is truly about what you want, what you desire, what you create for yourself. These brothers of the Kings of Anarchy have their own laws, their own expectations, and won’t accept any less from anyone as they create their own world. Nobody fucks with the kings. Human, or supernatural.