Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Isabelle
The sun is shining through the window as I wake up to find myself in the embrace of warm arms holding me close. I sigh in the contentment of being held. I haven’t felt this safe in my entire life.
Yesterday after the guys left to go meet in the other room, I spent some time with Ivy and Sutton.
Stella immediately took her leave. I’m guessing she didn’t want to talk about whoever she’s got a date with.
I don’t blame her. I’ve learned she keeps her personal life tight-lipped and doesn’t talk much about it.
Ivy and Sutton thankfully didn’t grill me on what happened. But it won’t take long for them to dive into it. I’m sure they’re biding time.
Once I came to the room, exhaustion took over, and I changed into one of Hellhound’s tees. I didn’t even know when Hellhound came in or that he’d climbed into bed with me. Guess you can say the last few days I haven’t slept all too well.
With a sigh of contentment, I snuggle deeper into his hold and relax further. A lot has happened, and I can’t get what he said yesterday or what he did to my body out of my head.
I don’t fuckin’ hate you. It’s the opposite. I stayed away so I wouldn’t do anything you’re not ready for. But that all ends now. You’re mine.
More than that, he said, “When you trust me with your story, I’ll give you mine. Until then, I’m not answering that question.”
Hellhound wants me to be his. Wants me to trust in him.
Then there’s the way he looked at me before going into church with his brothers—the sweet touch of his fingers stroking against my skin. I already know I can trust him. I’m just scared and don’t know how to tell him.
Hellhound is a man who knows who he is. Knows what he wants. And what he wants in life. I can see it for myself. He’s the type of guy who, when he sees it, goes for it. Nothing holds him back when he makes a decision on what he’s going to do.
For instance, he’s claiming me as his woman.
My heart flutters as a thought crosses my mind. I fell for him before I even realized it had happened. It doesn’t help that we’re both two scarred souls—perfect for each other, but I still don’t feel enough for him. What about what those women were talking about?
“I swear you’re thinking loud enough I can hear your mind ticking over whatever the fuck it is.”
A shiver radiates up and down my spine, going straight between my legs. I bite my lower lip and roll to face Hellhound, putting my hands flat against his bare chest. I lift my gaze to find him watching me through sleep-filled eyes. But I also see the lingering lust in those dark orbs of his.
I think back to how he didn’t push himself on me when he gave me what he did. He didn’t even try to get me to do anything to him in order to return the favor. Instead, he held me and said . . . oh my . . .
Before I can chicken out, I slide my hands up his chest and wrap them around Hellhound’s neck.
I lean into him and press my lips to his.
He tenses for all of a second and takes over.
Everything goes wild with his fingers roaming over my body.
One minute I’m dressed in panties and his tee, the next, I’m stripped to nothing, and Hellhound is between my legs using his mouth.
“Asher,” I moan, gripping the sheet.
Hellhound uses his tongue and twirls it around, causing my body to light up as it did yesterday for him.
But unlike yesterday, I want more. More of him. And not just his mouth and fingers.
“Asher, please . . .” I pant.
Hellhound lifts his head, his fingers toying with my entrance. “What do you need, Críona? What do you want?”
“You.”
“I’m right here, Bells.”
I part my lips on a breath and grind against his fingers.
“Tell me, Críona, what do you need.”
“I need you inside me.”
Hellhound doesn’t waste a moment longer. He lifts himself over me and then reaches into the nightstand next to the bed. Pulling out a condom, I watch in fascination as he rips the foil open and then slides the latex over his length.
With one look down, my eyes widen, and I gasp at the girth of his cock. I can’t help but compare him to Dexter, who had a very small dick . . . Hellhound, on the other hand, has a massive one, and I fear it won’t fit.
“Críona?”
I meet his gaze as he lines himself up and presses at my entrance.
“You sure about this?” he asks, rubbing the tip against my wetness and leaning down until we’re nose to nose.
“Yes.” I nod and curve my hands around his shoulders. “I want you.”
“After this, Bells, no going back. You’re mine, and that’s it. I’m not gonna let you go.”
“I thought you said I already was yours,” I breathe, looking deep into his eyes.
He lifts his head slightly and pushes his hips forward, his cock slipping an inch inside me. “Yeah, Críona, I said that, but after I sink into your pussy all of you belongs to me. You understand what I’m saying?”
Oh my.
I’m not sure, but I think I get the gist of what he’s saying, and I have to admit to myself it feels nice. Hellhound, I’ve seen firsthand, doesn’t show emotion. Or he didn’t. Not with his brothers or anyone else. Him taking me means he wants me.
“I understand.”
I barely get the words past my lips before Hellhound slams his lips to mine and thrusts halfway. He pulls almost all the way out only to sink into the hilt. We both groan into each other’s mouths, our tongues dancing together.
I swear it feels as if Hellhound takes me to another universe when he starts moving inside me, driving me deeper into a world I never imagined existed.
The feel of him inside me is magnificent, and when my release builds to the point of no going back, I dig my nails into Hellhound’s shoulders and cry out against his mouth.
“That’s it, Críona. Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans against my lips and lifts himself up to pick up the pace. Thrusting fast now, he throws me directly into another orgasmic bliss only to join me.
I focus on his face, loving the look he’s giving me. One that’s sweet yet dominating at the same time. I don’t know exactly how to explain it other than that. It’s as if he’s marking this moment as me being his in every way.
And I must agree with him. I’m his. I think I’ve been his since the moment we first met.
Hours after Hellhound and I woke up, and we did the deed, we did it three more times.
This is before we showered and did it in there as well.
I’m finding Hellhound to be insatiable. I love it, though.
My body right now feels as if it were rubbery, and I can barely do anything but lay in his bed with him behind me.
Unfortunately, we had to get up. Angel wants to talk to me, and from the sound of his voice through the door, he seems off. I just didn’t understand the reason for this.
Hellhound guides me out of his room, his hand wrapped around my shoulders, keeping me next to him. Together we enter the main room of the clubhouse.
I lick my bottom lip nervously at the number of people in the room.
“Um, is everything okay?” I whisper the question, but I’m unsure if I want the answer.
Angel looks to me, then to Scythe and Styxx. His gaze then comes to Hellhound. “We gotta talk,” he says, then brings his gaze back to me. “First, we gotta talk to you.”
Hellhound tenses next to me and pulls me tighter.
“What’s going on?” I ask, glancing around the room.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” Angel murmurs motioning to a chair near him.
I notice Ivy and Sutton move in, both with looks of concern.
“Okay, now I’m freaking out,” I mutter but walk over and plant myself in the chair. Hellhound moves in behind me, putting himself directly at my back.
“Right,” Reaper says. Stepping forward, he jerks his chin to Scythe and Styxx.
Scythe takes a breath and moves in close, and squats down in front of me while holding a folder in my direction.
“You need to see this,” he mutters quietly.
With a shaking hand, I take it from him, but before I open it, he speaks up again.
“That folder contains information on you . . .”
I suck in a breath, not liking where he’s taking this.
“When I say information. I mean, I know everything there is to know about you.”
I’m sure no one misses my wince.
“But what I’m sure you don’t know is when you were fifteen months old, you were kidnapped and taken from your family,” he announces, causing me to widen my gaze. “What you also don’t know is Styxx and me are the brothers you were taken from.”
Oh my God.
Mother of information overload.
I don’t know what to do with this.
Brothers? I have brothers? And I was kidnapped?
God, can my life for once just be easy and not be filled with drama.