Chapter 16 Heron
“Fucking Christ, it feels like forever since I’ve been inside you,” I growled, crowding Rebel against the door after we entered our room.
“It’s been a whole day,” she teased, biting into her lower lip as my gaze dropped from her eyes to that soft pink pillow I loved to nibble on.
“Too fucking long,” I rasped, capturing her mouth before she could say a word to contradict me. Not that I thought she would since Rebel seemed as addicted to our sex life as I had become. If I had it my way, I’d be buried inside her at least five times during the day and all fucking night.
My personal favorite? Falling asleep with my hard cock still enveloped within her warm, tight pussy.
“Manu,” she breathed as I finally released her lips, but only to trail kisses across her jaw, peppering them in a pathway to her ear.
“I fucking need you, my Spark.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting or needing you.”
Fucking perfect.
“Get undressed and face the door,” I ordered, stepping back to allow her enough space to shed all her clothes. She smelled like the fire we lit outside and gathered around as night fell on Brax’s property and the crisp, sharp hint of the evening wind. Like sunbeams that withered into moonlit tendrils but still retained their warmth, glowing with wispy promise and secrets. She reminded me of that first spark when flint hit steel, and the fire sparked into hungry flames.
My head dipped to inhale that intoxicating mixture of scents as her naked body trembled. Her small hands pressed flat to the wood in front of her, and I noticed her suck in a breath as she felt my body close her in.
“This is the way I love to have you. So fucking eager and obeying my directions without hesitation. Trembling with need and anticipation. I bet if I slid my fingers between your legs, I’d find you so fucking wet for me, huh, baby?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, fighting a moan as my palms gripped her ass and squeezed.
“Open wider.”
Her legs inched further apart.
“Press your cheek to the door and stick out your ass. Show me those slick thighs.”
“Good girl,” I praised as I dropped to my knees, still fully dressed. I loved the contrast of her pale skin and long, slender legs bared to my view against the dark colors of my cut and clothes. Leaning in close, I swore I could smell her arousal.
My fingertips traced a loving pathway up to her ass cheeks and spread her open, staring at the puckered hole. Someday, I wanted to fuck her there too. A vicious, possessive need drove me to want every part of her. To claim her. Fuck her. Make her mine in every way, every hole, and ensure no other’s scent could ever linger on her skin.
Sticking out my tongue, I rimmed that tight space, and she gasped.
“Heron!”
“No, Rebel.”
“Manu.”
“That’s better,” I praised again before moving between her legs and sliding my back against the wall. I faced her as her belly quivered, and she blinked down at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Tasting my favorite fucking treat.” I lifted one leg and rested her foot on my thigh while I shoved my head into her core, giving her no warning before I dove in.
She moaned as I swiped through her folds with my tongue, using one hand to spread her open and the other to tease her entrance. I slid a finger inside her, gently pumping as I slid up to her clit and sucked. Hard.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
Deciding it wasn’t quite the reaction I wanted, I slid another finger in and picked up the pace, fucking her as I swirled my tongue over that hardening bundle of nerves that never failed to get her off.
Rebel’s hips began to rock as she panted, watching me as she bowed her back. One hand almost left the wall to reach for me.
“Don’t take your hands off the wall,” I ordered, biting down on her clit.
“Manu!” she shrieked.
Yeah, better response.
I ate her with a voracious hunger, lapping at her pussy and using my fingers to curl inside her and reach that spot that never failed to make her thighs shake. “Come for me.”
I could tell she was getting close. Her inner walls began to spasm around my fingers. Her breath hitched.
“Don’t hold out on me, Spark.”
A few heartbeats thumped in my chest, and then she was coming, her slick core covering my face in her release. My tongue speared her channel, and I fucked her through it, never letting up my assault on her clit as my fingers kept strumming. Jesus fucking Christ, she could clench fucking hard like this as I felt her clamp down. So fucking addicting.
Wild cries left her mouth as she rode through the wave of bliss, coating my mouth and tongue with the taste of her cum. It got me off to know I could satisfy her like this, but I needed more. Gripping her ass, I pulled my face from her pussy and licked my lips.
“I need inside you now.”
She nodded, still a bit shaken from the force of her orgasm.
I set her foot gently down and jumped up, picking her up and heading to our bed. Her back rested against the mattress as I placed her down. I couldn’t resist kissing her and thoroughly tangling our tongues as she tasted her own release.
“Think you can get on all fours for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Good girl.”
“Fuck, baby,” I rasped as she obeyed, showing off her ass, and I caught a glimpse of her glistening inner thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Properly fucked by you?”
“Oh, that hasn’t happened yet. What we just did was only the appetizer.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder. The fucking smirk on her face made me grin. “Then fuck me already.”
I climbed behind her, lined up my weeping cock, and shoved forward. We both groaned. Buried to the base, I didn’t move, just fucking enjoyed the feel of her tightening around me.
She clenched and released. Clenched again and released. I swear to fuck, my cock nearly exploded.
“Babe,” I growled, “You keep that up, and I’m going to fill you with my cum before you get off again.”
Another clench held a few seconds and then released.
“Are you doing pussy exercises while my dick is filling you?” Fuck, that was sexy. It felt too fucking good.
“Maybe,” she replied in a throaty voice.
“Do it again.”
She did, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I began to move, thrusting hard and fast, setting a punishing pace as I drove into her from behind. My hips pistoned, and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room.
But it was the wet, sloppy sounds her pussy made that really turned me on. I slid my hand down the contour of her back as sweat trickled from my temple. “You have the most beautiful curve to your spine,” I observed aloud.
“That’s,” she panted, “odd.”
“I find everything about you beautiful and irresistible.” Thrust. “Your puckered little asshole.” Thrust. “Your sexy smile.” Another thrust. “The way you stick out your tongue when you’re concentrating on something.”
She snorted.
“And this pussy, it’s a fucking dream. So goddamn tight and wet. So warm and inviting. I’ll never get enough.”
“Maybe I’m just as addicted to your cock.”
Maybe?
I unleashed the beast after that, fucking her hard for several minutes before I slid an arm around her waist and lifted her. My forearm banded across her tits as I held her in place, rocking my hips as I continued to drive upward. “Play with your clit.”
Her fingers slid down her stomach and reached for her clit, rubbing tight circles into the nubbin. I dropped one hand on the mattress, still holding her against my chest. We fucked like wild animals as I rutted into her, and she tried to push back against my hips. Our bodies grew slick with sweat and flushed.
I could spend every night for the rest of my life like this, staying lodged inside her, bringing her to completion over and over again. Her moans and cries grew louder and more intense.
She was close again.
“Come, baby. Come with me.”
It only took a few more deep thrusts for her to shatter. I shuddered as she collapsed, palms slamming down on the sheets as she wailed out her release. I snapped my hips, roaring as she gripped me so fucking hard that I nearly saw stars. I filled her so fucking full it began to slip out as I continued to glide in and out her pussy. I fucking loved pulling out and watching that creampie I made. Groaning, I slid out. When I saw how much of my jizz was spilling out of her, I gathered it on the tip of my cock and pushed it back inside her.
Did I want kids? With her, yes.
I rocked a few times, slowly pumping until I knew I had given her all that I had. With a soft curse, I finally pulled out and dropped beside her.
Rebel swung a leg over me, her eyes fluttering as she remained on her stomach. “That was,” she yawned, “amazing, Manu.”
“Hell yeah. I fucking love you, Spark.” I rolled over, brought her close, and spooned her. Yeah, she was the first and only woman I ever did this with.
“Love you more,” she whispered right before I heard a little snore.
How adorable.
I shut my eyes and drifted asleep, content that I had my woman, my club, and almost everything I could ever need.
At some point in the night, I awakened to an eerie feeling. I couldn’t place what had waken me, but I knew I had to get up. Tossing a blanket over Rebel and tucking her in, I slid from the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. I found my shirt and cut, getting dressed as silently as possible.
An uncontrollable urge to protect her rose within me, followed by the need to check our bedroom door. I almost panicked. Did Hammerhead or one of our enemies infiltrate The Roost? No fucking way.
Annoyed and slightly apprehensive, I rushed to the door and flung it open. No enemy stood in the hall. No threat.
Just Carrion with a crow perched on his shoulder. “Come with me.”
Fuck. His cryptic shit pissed me off sometimes. I wasn’t the only one. It was like he couldn’t ever approach anyone in a normal way. Always slinking around in the shadows. Talking to the fucking crows. Okay, we all did that. Still, he was an odd motherfucker.
“This better be important,” I muttered as I locked the door and followed him down the hall. We exited the clubhouse and walked to the shaded area where the club kept the picnic tables and chairs. Brothers came out here to smoke, and their families gathered in this area. An awning kept the sun’s rays from burning everyone up, but it didn’t matter when only the moon rose above us.
“What is it, Carrion?”
“It’s gonna sound cryptic.”
Yeah, I gathered that. “Wouldn’t be anything new.”
He smirked. “True.”
“Well, tell me.”
“You gotta let her go,” he began.
I held up a hand. “Rebel?”
He nodded.
“Fuck no.” Easy answer.
“I didn’t say how long,” he replied.
“Don’t care.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, and the crow cawed. “You and fucking Cuckoo. So goddamn stubborn. Well, Crow, too.”
I shrugged. “So?”
His features twisted into a snarl, and I swear I saw a beak protruding from his face briefly, followed by a dark shadow. “You’ll lose her if you don’t listen to me.”
Fuck. This. “I’m not going to lose my ol’ lady.”
“Arguing doesn’t change facts.”
“Fuck you, Carrion.”
He shook his head. “Fucking listen to me. Let her go. It’ll take,” he paused and closed his eyes. When they opened, they appeared white.
The fuck?
He groaned and teetered on his feet before he seemed to snap out of it. “Three days, fifteen hours, twelve minutes, and eight seconds.”
My hands curled into fists. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“She’ll be gone three days, fifteen hours—”
“I won’t allow it,” I snarled.
“You let it happen this way, or she dies.” His bold stare held my panicked gaze. “Don’t fucking test me on this.” His voice cracked. “Don’t do it, Heron. Let it fucking happen this way. It’s your choice that decides which path she takes.” He swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “Life or death.”
“I could kill you for this.”
His expression faltered. “I know. I saw it.”
What?
“Never mind that. Just listen to me. You’ll be okay, and so will Rebel. I swear it.”
“I don’t want to,” I admitted.
“I know, brother.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Sometimes pain yields surrender.”
Huh?
With a sigh, I finally agreed. “Alright.”
Carrion nodded, turned to the west, and walked toward the gate. One second, he was taking steps, the next, he disappeared. Right into the fucking mist and moonlight.
Jesus Christ.
I would never get used to this shit.