Chapter 17
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
ELODIE
Warmth surrounds me, maybe too much warmth, but I don’t want to move.
I don’t want to open my eyes and have this dream come crashing down around me.
But when a hard band wraps around my waist and my body is hauled against what feels like a wall of cement, my eyes widen, popping open immediately, and then my breath hitches when I feel lips touch my shoulder.
It’s in this moment of a somewhat sleepy haze that I realize not only where I am but also what’s happened.
I slept with Wrath.
With a fucking Iron Flame MC guy.
A guy I barely know.
Oh. My. God.
“Mornin’,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
His tongue slides across my skin, then he shifts me so I’m beneath him. My initial panic begins to fade, and it’s replaced with want… need… desire.
Wrath pushes up slightly, his eyes searching mine. He looks just as tired as I feel, but it doesn’t take away from his looks. He’s absolutely beautiful, and I find myself doing exactly what I know I shouldn’t.
Falling for him.
I cup his cheek, my thumb slides across his bottom lip, and he nips the pad of my thumb when it does. I gasp when I feel his length against my belly. He’s hard and ready again.
I don’t think I’ve ever done it more than once in a five-hour period, and I know I haven’t been asleep for more than five hours.
Admittedly, I don’t know much about men’s anatomy, but I didn’t think he would be ready to go again. But he is, and even though I’m a bit tender, I am so ready for him. He was right when he said he could make me come, because he really can.
“I gotta grab a condom,” he rasps. “Even though I really want to know what you feel like bare.”
A shiver of desire slides down my spine, then right back up, because I want to know what that feels like, too. It sounds absolutely amazing. I’ve never done it unprotected before, and I can just imagine that without that rubber, it would be… beyond intimate.
I’m sure I don’t need that at all. Not with him, because it would probably make me actually fall for him, like beyond just falling… it would likely send me into orbit.
It would make this situation a million and a half times worse than I already know it’s going to be. But that doesn’t mean I’m not curious. I want to feel him, all of him, and he wants it, too. The way he’s looking at me, I know this isn’t just for fun, not like he claims.
Again, that could be wishful thinking, nothing more. Maybe I want to see something so badly that I’m creating it with my own mind. I could see that being the case, especially with him being this close to me.
“Wrath,” I exhale.
I don’t know what else to say at this moment. I just want him to touch me, to stretch me. To be inside me. He hums, turning his head before he touches his lips to my palm. Then he lowers his head, and his lips touch mine.
My breath hitches before I feel his tongue swirl inside my mouth, tangling with my own, then he breaks the kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip before he lifts his head, his eyes finding mine again.
When his fingers slip between my legs, a moan escapes my mouth, gliding up my throat, vibrating. I feel his fingers glide against my clit before two slip inside me. When his thumb presses against my clit, I feel like I might black out from the sheer sexiness of the moment.
“Wrath,” I exhale again.
I’m completely lost for words, but even if I had words to say, I don’t think my brain could conjure them. I am completely lost to him, in him, whatever. The only thoughts I have going on are how badly I need more from him and how I want that more right this second.
He hums, his fingers still slowly working between my legs. “Coast.”
My eyes slide closed, and my exhale comes out slowly, mainly because I’m trying to get myself together.
I have never wanted to tackle a man more in my life than I have with Wrath.
Me coming on to him is the most daring thing I’ve ever done in my life, and it’s paid off…
almost twice now, but I really want that second time, so I’m afraid to speak.
Then my brain catches up with my ears, and I realize he said something, something I don’t understand. So I have to ask him what it means, but I can’t actually formulate the words, so I just say the single one.
Just a simple question. “Coast?”
“My name.”
I’ve never heard that name before. As much as it surprises me, I don’t have time to dwell.
Before I can even think about how to respond—though my brain probably wouldn’t be able to, especially with the way he continues to touch me—my body jerks in sudden shock when his fingers leave me, only to be replaced with the head of his now condom-covered cock.
Seconds. That whole move took seconds, and all I can do is blink.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Coast,” I breathe.
He grunts, and without another word, he’s inside me in one quick thrust. He buries himself deep, stretching me and filling me so full that I feel like I might actually split in two. And then he speaks, and still, all I can really do is blink because I’m not quite sure I understand all of his words.
“Next time, you ride me, Haze.”
“Haze?” I ask as he begins to move.
I can’t help but think about the riding part. I want that. I’ve never done that before, and it sounds like a lot of fun, especially with him. Because I think he would make it fun, and he would for sure make me feel sexy as hell at the same time.
I know I shouldn’t think about it, imagine it, but I honestly feel safe with Wrath… Coast. I feel like I could ask questions and make mistakes without any judgment.
“Your pretty fucking hazel eyes, babe,” he murmurs, and then, before I can say anything in response, his mouth is on mine, and talking doesn’t matter so much, because he’s moving, and it feels so damn good, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each lazy thrust.
My orgasm flows through me like warm honey, a gentle sensation that takes over. His tongue swirls around my mouth, tasting me, consuming me as he continues to move inside me.
And then he stills and rips his mouth from mine, a low growl escaping his lips before he finds his own release. I can feel his cock pulse inside me. Wow. I didn’t think it could get better than last night, but I was so wrong.
His gaze finds mine, and he shifts closer to me, staying planted deep inside, resting his forehead against my own. I can feel his warm breath fan my face and slide my eyes closed.