61. Kiera
KIERA
The end of the band’s song came a few moments after I came on Spencer’s fingers. My trance was broken by the clapping and cheering from the surrounding audience.
I ripped my hands away from Dom, letting Leo and Spencer straighten out my dress as they planted kisses on my neck and cheek.
Clearing my throat, I was starting to come to — seeing through the moonshine and pheromones.
I could’ve thrown up at the thought of touching Dom.
Jesus. What’s wrong with me?
I needed air, and space from her.
Pulling Leo and Spencer closer, I yelled over the start of the next song. “Gonna go to the bar, stay and dance!”
Their brows furrowed as they watched me walk away. I pushed myself through the crowd and toward The Hollow’s bar. With the show in full swing, it was relatively empty. Only a few stragglers sat on the vintage bar stools.
I leaned over the counter. “Can I just get a cup of water, please?”
Nodding to me, the gorgeous femme behind the counter grabbed a plastic cup and filled it before passing it to me.
“Thanks.” My shoulders slouched as I realized I didn’t have cash to tip. “How do I tip you?”
Her bright blue eyes looked toward the crowd, where Dom, Spencer, and Leo watched me. “Don’t worry about it, Dom takes good care of us here.”
Nodding, I turned and faced the crowd. It wasn’t her fault but the thought of Dom treating anyone well made me want to throw something.
It seemed like she had plenty of kindness for others and very little to give to me.
As I sucked my teeth, the moonshine making me a little rageful, another patron smiled at me from the bar stools.
They were cute. Their hair was mostly shaved except for a bundle of locs that were gathered into a ponytail.
With a charming smile, they held out their hand. “Hey, I’m Sage.”
My eyes flashed back to my three bikers. Leo and Spencer were back to dancing, but Dom hadn’t looked away.
There was nothing wrong with a friendly conversation. “Hi, I’m Kiera.”
We shook hands as Sage moved closer. “First time?”
“Second.”
“Very good. You’re with the Violence, right?” Sage nodded toward Leo, Spencer and…
Where did Dom go?
I rolled my eyes. It was so typical of her to run when things got tricky.
Before I could answer them, my eyes widened as Dom appeared behind my new friend.
“She’s not interested.” Dom growled in Sage’s ear.
Unfazed by Dom’s hulking figure, Sage smiled up at her. “Not interested in being friends?”
“Fuck off, Dom.” I shook my head as I tried to ignore her. But I knew the words came out more slurred than I’d wanted. At this point I wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the moonshine.
“Look, she’s in no position to make new pals right now. She’s ours.” Dom eyes Sage, enough to scare her off. It was clear Dom had a reputation here, something that was rarely tested.
Clearing her throat, Sage waved goodbye. “It was nice to meet you, Kiera.”
“You too.” I smiled back, but as soon as I turned back to the bar, I let the mask fall. “Is it impossible for you to have fun?”
“You’re drunk, Kiera.” Dom stepped closer. “Letting them touch you like that was an exception. Someone outside of my domain is not happening.”
She could pretend all she wanted that this was about how much I’d had to drink. But looking into her cold eyes, I knew it was more than that.
In reality, I wasn’t going to do anything with Sage. They were gorgeous, obviously. But Leo and Spencer were more than enough for me. They’d found their way into my heart, delicate with all my broken bits.
And then there was still the puzzle of Dom.
Jealous Dom.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I chugged the rest of my water and moved back toward the crowd.
But a sharp sting came to my wrist as Dom grabbed the flesh, pulling me back into the wall of her body. “So long as I have you, Viper, you’ll be under my command and protection. Don’t forget that.”
Scoffing in her face, all I could do was roll my eyes as I ripped myself away from her. She had no right to tell me what to do, not after all the shit she’d pulled. Because under all of that aggressive bullshit was some modicum of real affection for me.
And her desire to hide it was exactly why we’d ended up here in the first place.
My skin burned where her hand was as I stormed back to Leo and Spencer, ready to dance all of this bullshit away.
Dom’s betrayal was going to take a long time to heal. Sure, she’d started to do some real groveling, but the well of disappointment in all of us hadn’t gone away.
Pressing myself between Spencer and Leo, our bodies grinding together, I tried to forget Dom’s face — how undeniably hot she was telling my new friend to fuck off.
It was gross and possessive. And I hated it.
If any man had ever behaved like this, I would have despised it.
There was no denying the pulsing between my legs, the way I felt my slick pleasure dripping into my panties. I was starting to find her possessiveness comforting, knowing that anywhere I went, she’d be watching. No one would ever be able to take advantage of me again.
Except for Dom.
She owned me, and I owned her.
Whether I liked it or not, there were parts of me that were only Dom’s.
And now I was hers to claim.