Priest
A bunch of punk-ass fuckers are trying to edge in on our territory and have started slinging drugs around like confetti.
We wouldn’t give two fucks if its production hadn’t gone and killed a daycare worker and poisoned the kids in her care.
One of those kids also happens to be Easy’s cousin’s child.
They were more like brothers growing up, and now the child is in the PICU, and they’re taking it one day at a time.
Meth is not something to fuck around with, especially when cooking it in a daycare basement. We’ve had our eyes on these assholes for a while now, but they just made our club enemy number one, and there’s no chance they’ll survive.
“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Swamp grumbles. It’s clear he’s pissed he’s not going. He and Easy are tight and always have each other’s backs.
“Good. Make a plan, get blueprints, and we head out at nightfall.”
As we disband, I hang back and wait on Viking. We’ll break this news to Logan together.
Just then, a particular chime from my phone alerts through the room, halting everyone’s progress.
We all know what the sound means. I’ve got an order from Skinny’s Hit Eats.
I open the app with a retinal scan to see it’s a quick and easy hit…
Until the name and image register. Barking out a clipped rage-filled laugh, I hand the phone to Viking for him to inspect.
Brute looks over our shoulders, and a shocked expression crosses his face before meeting my stare. “Interesting turn of events.” He claps me on the back and walks out with Axl at his side.
“Take it,” Viking says. “Tell him you’ll let him know when it’s finished, and as soon as I’m back from this job, we take this asshole and his fucking kid out.”
After accepting the job, half the payment, and giving instructions on making contact to prove the job is done, apprehension settles in my gut. I don’t fucking like this one bit.
“Club is on lockdown as soon as you guys leave,” I say. Viking agrees, and we exit the private room to find Logan playing with baby Brody while Finleigh eats.
“Starting tonight, the club is on lockdown. You need something outside the gate, do it now and be back before sundown,” Viking commands, startling the girls and prospects.
Logan stands with Brody in her arms, coming directly to us but stopping short because of something she must see on our faces. “Wh-what does that mean?”
“Give the baby back to Fin,” I growl. All I want is to take her to bed and fuck her until Viking leaves. Her confusion is palpable as she does as she’s told. “Good girl.”
Once she’s back within reach, I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck and guide her upstairs. Her body trembles under my grip, but she doesn’t try to stop Viking or me from taking her to our room. As soon as the door lock clicks shut, she removes her clothes without hesitation.
Dragging off my vest, I slide it onto her body, the buttery soft leather as smooth and sweet as her own flesh. Her eyes widen in shock before a sinful smile spreads across her fuckable lips.
“On the bed, bend over.”
She does as she’s told, and I admire the look of my vest on her, but she needs one that indicates she’s property of both of us. My eyes meet Viking’s, and he nods, reading my mind.
After grabbing one of Logan’s hair things from the dresser, I quickly strip off my clothes before kneeling behind her and wrapping her hair up in a messy knot on top of her head.
“Do you have any idea how addicted I am to touching you?”
Resting her upper body on the bed, arms stretched out to each side, she gives me a coy smile before letting out a low moan.
“About as addicted as I am to tying her up,” Viking chimes in, grinning sadistically as he reaches for her hands to bind her to the top of the bed, which makes Logan shiver under my touch.
Stroking my dick behind her, I trace her opening with the thick head before pushing in slightly.
“Fuckkk, she’s slick, tight as a vice, and ready as a whore to take dick.
” My comment earns me a glare, which gets her a swat across the ass.
“Sprite, the only time you’re a whore is for us.
Anyone ever thinks they can touch you is losing their fucking heads. ”
“Promise?” She’s breathless but pushes back against me.
“Seems someone likes that we have a violent streak, especially when it comes to her.” Leaning over her back, I slam my hips forward, burying my cock to the hilt and making her scream.
She still needs to grow used to our size, our appetites, and the veracity of our desire for her and the sounds she makes when she comes apart in our arms.
Viking leans over the side of the bed, pressing his mouth to hers as my hips pull back and slam forward repeatedly. “Scream, hellcat, let everyone hear how well you’re getting fucked and know who you belong to.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she hesitates until Viking pulls it free, and I let go of my instinct not to hurt her and start pounding in and out of her tight sheath. Her walls ripple around my cock and clench me like a vice.
“Ah fuck, this pussy milks my dick so damn good. Tighten up, sprite, suck my dick in like it belongs to you.” Gripping the knot of hair on her head, I drag her back, bending her body awkwardly without a care because my cock sinks deeper and makes her cry out until tears stream down her cheeks.
Viking’s eyes remain glued to our girl and how she silently cries because it’s all too much for her petite body to handle, while still moaning for more.
“I like her tears,” he says reverently, and her eyes slowly open to watch him.
“That glazed look in her eyes, yeah, she likes this far more than she’s willing to admit to herself.
” His stare flicks to mine briefly before snaring Logan’s again.
“Imagine how much more intense it would be if she just allowed herself to accept the pain that eventually leads to pleasure.”
“Fuck!” I bellow, her pussy tightening so hard, I can barely move.
“Yeah, she likes that idea. She just doesn’t trust us yet.
” It’s a guess that proves to be spot on when she bobs her head slightly.
Bending over her back, I murmur in her ear, “We’ll get you there, sprite. Soon, you’ll give us everything.”
“You don’t trust us?” Viking growls viciously, baring his teeth at her.
Reaching for her jaw, he pinches until her mouth opens, slipping his thumb inside, nearly gagging her. Her eyes speak for her since her mouth is immobile, and I can see that Logan is struggling with her admission.
“What do you need from us for us to earn it, then?”
Shocked at Viking’s diplomatic reaction, my fingers move up and down Logan’s back, trying to relax her tense muscles while my hips move in and out with shallow thrusts. Her pussy is like heaven, and I can’t stop, even with the seriousness of our conversation.
“I don’t know,” she mumbles around Viking’s thumb, sobbing.
Viking withdraws from the bed and crosses his arms, directing me, “Fuck her hard, make her sob.” I don’t need to be told twice.
Gripping her tightly, I continue to hover over her back and rapidly piston my hips, hitting her hard with each thrust. The cute little noises that come from the back of her throat make me crave hearing her scream.
“Come on, sprite, scream for me. Pierce my ears and let the whole club know who you belong to.” Her head shakes, but I don’t believe it’s in disagreement; I think she’s just having a hard time giving in to the temptation we all want.
“You don’t scream, hellcat, and when I get my dick in your cunt, I won’t give a fuck about your pleasure. You’ll only be a vessel for me to come inside of.”
I shoot Viking a disapproving glare when she begins to openly cry, not liking that he’d say that to her, but we’ll talk about that shit later.
Dragging my hands up her sides to her neck, I squeeze with one hand while the other grips the top of her scalp so I can hold her in place and fuck her harder. Her hips rise to the challenge, meeting me thrust for thrust until her orgasm blasts its way through her body.
“Scream, sprite. Give it to us, so Viking can stop being an ass and have his turn inside this delectable cunt and show her he just wants her pleasure.” Coaxing her seems to do the trick.
She locks down on my dick while holding her breath before a scream tears from her throat.
“Ah fuck. Ah fuck me. Yeah…fuck…you’re a good girl, sprite.
” My voice chokes as my release painfully spurts forward, filling her until it gushes out and leaks down our thighs.
I slip from her pussy and roll to the side, allowing Viking access to her now.
“Hellcat,” he growls into her throat, her gasp telling me he’s biting her, marking her for everyone to see. “Do you know how fucking stunning you are when you come apart like that for us?”
“I thought you were mad at me.” Her teary eyes glance between us.
“Never,” I reassure. Viking kisses up her neck while I trace her jaw with a finger, then glide my thumb along her plump bottom lip. “Your pleasure is all we want. Hearing you scream from it being too much is like a fucking reward for us.”
“It is?” She hiccups before sucking on my thumb. Her body wilts a tiny bit, and when her teeth dig into my digit, I realize Viking has used our combined cum to slide into her tight pussy. “You feel different,” she whispers, a blush blooming across her cheeks.
“Tell us how,” Viking commands, using his weight to crush her to the bed.
“I don’t know how. It’s just not the same.”
“Thicker? Longer? Veinier?” Viking presses.
She snorts, “Is that even a word?” We both shrug. She sighs but speaks again. “You have a curve…it hits different.” Her breath hitches.
“Keep going, hellcat, tell us all the things you enjoy from our cocks.” Viking groans, latching onto her throat again. Logan’s back bows into him as she lets out a sexy mewl.
“I like…oooo…that. What you just did.” Viking stops and does it again. Pulling out, then slamming back in. “Yesss, please, Viking, more.”
“First, tell me what you like about Priest’s cock.”
Her eyes meet mine before she says, “His veins are so thick I can feel his pulse. When he drags it out slowly, I could cry because it feels so good.”
“How’d it feel when we took you together?” I ask. I’ve never cared about this shit before, but Logan telling us what she enjoys has become a necessity.
“Agony,” she whines, biting her lip as Viking jabs into her. “Good and bad.” She’s panting now, as if she’d just run a marathon. “Oh god, please, don’t stop.”
Lying back on the bed, I watch Viking fuck her through two orgasms before he floods her womb with his load. She cries more, from such heightened ecstasy, and when she finally moans through her orgasm, Viking collapses on top of her while I release her wrists.
Turning her on her back, Logan watches us silently as we clean her up and massage her limbs. My vest is coated with sweat from all three of us, hiding her body in an alluring way.
“Why are we on lockdown?” She poses the question we ignored earlier by fucking her senseless.
“Safety,” Viking grunts out, swiping his fingers through her pussy and scooping up all our cream before sliding my vest open and drawing on her stomach. “Can’t say more than that. Club business.”
She harrumphs and drops her shoulders, but she doesn’t demand answers, which will likely bite us in the ass when it comes to gaining her trust.