Chapter 10
REV
I’d been fighting the urge to see Delaney all damn day.
Ever since I had woken up this morning, she had hovered constantly at the edge of my thoughts.
The more we uncovered about Magnus, the stronger the urge became.
I wanted her close enough to have her in sight with my hands on her.
Keeping her safe was paramount, but it had become more than just protection.
It was deeper and more personal than that—something I couldn’t fucking deny anymore.
By early afternoon, the tension inside me was unbearable. I pushed away from my desk, leaving behind the stacks of intel and briefing notes I'd been poring over. I’d reached the limit of how long I could go without seeing her. I needed to remind myself she was here, safe, and mine.
I moved through the clubhouse, tension rolling off my shoulders with every step I took toward the lounge, where I knew she’d be.
Delaney sat on the couch near Savannah and Edge’s old lady, Callie, while Jana—Nitro’s wife—relaxed in the overstuffed chair next to them.
Their laughter was soft as the kids played around them on the floor, building towers of wooden blocks and racing toy cars across the rug.
The sight of Delaney smiling made me stop and watch her silently for a moment.
Seeing her with the old ladies and kids had settled something in me over the past few days, a powerful sense of certainty and quiet anticipation about our future.
Delaney looked up, as if sensing my presence.
Her gaze met mine, her eyes wide and luminous.
Something intense flared in their depths, mirroring exactly what I felt.
I saw the same desperate need, restless tension, and hunger.
My pulse surged at the realization, and every carefully maintained boundary I’d held on to shattered completely.
The tight leash I’d been keeping on myself snapped at that moment.
As I crossed toward her, Callie noticed first, her expression brightening knowingly as she glanced between us.
She didn’t say anything, though a faint, amused smile curved her lips as she nudged Savannah lightly and nodded in my direction.
Delaney rose slowly from the couch, her cheeks flushed softly, and her eyes darkening as she took in my approach.
She must’ve seen some of what I was feeling in my expression because her breathing quickened slightly, and she took a half step toward me without seeming to realize it.
Her reaction sent a rush of heat through my veins, tightening my body with a need so powerful it damn near buckled my knees.
I reached her in three quick steps, sliding one arm around her waist and pulling her firmly against me. She gasped, her palms coming up to rest against my chest. Her touch seared straight into me, sending a hot jolt of arousal that tightened my gut.
“Soren.” Her eyes were wide and questioning.
“I’m done waiting, angel,” I rasped, my voice pitched for only her ears. “I need you. Right now.”
Her lips parted softly in surprise, the flush deepening on her cheeks. She didn’t resist as I scooped her up effortlessly, one arm beneath her knees, and the other securely around her back.
“Soren!” Her voice was a startled whisper, mixed with laughter and anticipation.
My mouth quirked slightly even though my body was pulled painfully taut with need. I turned toward the stairs, ignoring the amused chuckles of the brothers gathered near the bar, watching the scene unfold with open entertainment.
“Don’t break her, brother!” Edge called out dryly as I moved past. “She seems to actually like you. No idea why.”
Nitro snorted softly. “Careful, Rev. You’re looking dangerously domesticated right now.”
I didn’t bother responding, just continued up the stairs with Delaney secure in my arms. She pressed her face briefly against my neck, hiding a soft chuckle as her fingers tightened in my shirt. “Are they always like that?”
“Yup,” I muttered dryly, heading straight toward my room.
Right now, nothing else existed but the woman in my arms and the certainty pounding relentlessly through my body. She was mine.
The second the bedroom door slammed shut behind us, Delaney’s body slid slowly down the front of mine, her hands gripping my shoulders as she lowered herself inch by inch.
The hard ridge of my cock dragged against her stomach through my jeans, then caught firmly between us when her feet finally hit the floor.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Yeah,” I growled, watching her eyes widen as she felt exactly what she did to me. “That’s what you’ve had me walking around with all fucking day, angel.”
Her cheeks flushed pink, but instead of shrinking back, her gaze dropped openly to the bulge straining behind my zipper. The look on her face damn near snapped the last thread of restraint I had left.
I caught her jaw in one hand and kissed her hard.
There was none of the slow buildup or careful pacing I’d tried to use with her. The tension between us had been stacking for days, every touch and every stolen kiss chipping away at my control until there was nothing left holding it back.
Delaney melted into me with a soft moan, her hands fisting in my shirt while my mouth took hers. My tongue swept across her lips, and the sweet little sound she made sent a brutal pulse of heat straight to my dick.
“Fuck,” I muttered against her mouth. “Open for me.”
She did it without hesitation.
That trust hit me almost as hard as her taste did.
I groaned low in my throat as I deepened the kiss, crowding her backward until her hips bumped the dresser. The wood rattled softly beneath the impact, but I barely noticed over the roar of blood in my ears and the desperate need clawing through me.
I gripped her thighs and lifted her onto the dresser, stepping between her legs as they wrapped around my waist. Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm everywhere I touched her. The friction of her grinding against my cock nearly drove me out of my fucking mind.
My forehead dropped briefly against hers while I fought for half a second of control that I no longer fucking had.
Delaney’s fingers slid into my hair, tugging hard enough to make my hips jerk against her. “Soren, please.”
The way she said my name in her breathless voice sent another wave of arousal through me.
I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her again, my tongue stroking deep while she whimpered softly into my mouth. She tasted sweet and addictive and so fucking innocent beneath all that growing hunger. I already knew I could spend hours between her thighs and still want more.
My mouth dragged to her ear while my hands skimmed down her sides beneath the sweater she wore.
“You taste even sweeter between your legs,” I whispered roughly against her skin. “Been thinking about that pretty little pussy nonstop.”
Her entire body shuddered.
“Oh, Soren,” she breathed weakly.
“Yeah?” I dragged my teeth lightly along her earlobe before kissing down the side of her throat. “Been thinking about having me down there again, angel? My mouth on you while I hold those thighs open and make you come till you forget your own damn name?”
A broken little moan escaped her lips, and her hips rolled instinctively against mine.
That fucking did it.
My hands slid higher beneath her shirt until I found the soft weight of her breasts. Then I yanked down her bra so I could cup the luscious globes. She was all warm skin and hard nipples pushing against my palms.
“Fuck,” I groaned again, squeezing her firmly while my cock throbbed painfully behind my zipper. “These pretty tits have been driving me insane.”
Delaney’s head tipped back as I palmed her harder, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until her breathing turned ragged. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me closer while I ground against her deliberately.
“You feel what you do to me?” I muttered darkly against her throat. “Can barely fucking think around you anymore.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders while soft sounds of pleasure spilled from her lips every time I rolled my hips against her.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head before tossing it aside. The bra followed seconds later, leaving her bare from the waist up beneath the warm light spilling across the room.
And fuck me.
I just stared at her for a second because she was absolutely perfect.
Soft flushed skin, full breasts tipped with tight pink nipples already hard for me, her hair wild around her shoulders from my hands being all over her. She looked wrecked already, and I hadn’t even really started yet.
“Damn, Delaney.” My hands spread over her ribs and waist while I looked my fill. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks burned hotter under my stare, but she didn’t try to cover herself or hide from me. If anything, she opened wider beneath my gaze, trusting me with her body in a way that made something primal slam through me.
I bent down and kissed the side of her neck slowly before dragging my mouth lower. My teeth scraped lightly over her pulse while my fingers pinched one tight nipple and rolled it hard enough to make her cry out softly.
“There it is.” I was obsessed with every sound she made for me. “Need those pretty noises, angel.”
She whimpered when I sucked hard at the base of her throat, my hand working her breast while the other gripped her hip possessively.
“Soren.” Her voice shook beautifully now. “Please.”
The plea nearly shattered what little sanity I had left.
I kissed lower again, my tongue sliding over the sensitive spot beneath her ear while I pinched both nipples one after the other, drawing desperate little sounds from her lips.
Her thighs squeezed tighter around my waist, her body rocking helplessly against mine while my cock strained painfully, trying to find the heaven we knew awaited us.
And the whole fucking time, all I could think about was getting her naked underneath me and finally finding out exactly how good she felt wrapped around my cock.
But first, I needed a taste.