The Queen of Carnage

by Wright, Candice

  I’m just finishing zipping up the black studded I’m-going-to-regret-these-later super high ankle boots that Orion insisted on buying, when the man himself walks through the door. I stand and watch as he looks up from his phone and freezes on the spot. He takes me in from head to toe and back again. The heat of his gaze scorches me through my clothes as he mentally undresses me.

  “We need to go now,” he snaps at me.

  Disappointment replaces the heat in my veins from moments before. Would it kill him to say I look nice?

  “Don’t look at me like that, baby. If we don’t leave right this second, I’m going to say forget the party, opting instead to bend you over the dresser and fuck you until your legs give out. Then I’m going to spread you out on the bed and start all over again. I’m so hard, I’m surprised I haven’t burst out of my pants.”

  See, now that’s what I was aiming for. I fight my grin, aiming for something a bit more seductive as I walk over to him. I trail my fingertips over his chest and down toward his waist. Snagging my fingers in his belt, I pull my body flush against his. Peeking up at him with wide eyes, I chew on my lip. I see the exact moment his control snaps and in the blink of an eye, I find myself in his arms with my legs around his waist. He has one hand under my ass keeping me up and the other in my hair, which he uses to hold me in place while he devours my mouth with a hard demanding kiss.

  Reluctantly, he pulls away, lifting his head away from me.

  “I have plans for you later,” he tells me as he takes one last swipe of his tongue against my lips before lowering me back to my feet. He grabs my hand and hauls us out the door while I’m still trying to recover from that mind-blowing kiss.

  “Stay by my side tonight, okay? We have guys in from another Kings of Carnage chapter.” I nod in agreement before taking a deep breath to center myself. We head to the main room in the compound which is crowded tonight. I easily spot Gecko behind the bar, thanks to his hair, but he is the only familiar face I can see in the ocean of leather and Old Spice. Orion keeps a tight grip on my hand as he maneuvers us through the crowd toward the other side of the room. Spotting a woman on her knees giving head, I do a double-take. She is oblivious to my perusal but the guy with his dick in her mouth spots me and licks his lips, gripping her hair and forcing himself farther into her mouth until she gags, all while he smiles at me.

  Ew, that’s just nasty.

  I take back everything I said before about all of these guys being hot. That man is in desperate need of a shower and a clean change of clothes. I look away from him as I make my way past, holding tight to Orion so I don’t get lost in the crowd. This is the first time since I got here, despite everything that’s happened, that I’ve felt wary. Finally, the crowd breaks and I find myself standing in front of a table surrounded by a few more familiar faces. King is there—the president, not the dog—with Inigo, Half-pint, and Joker on his left and two others who I haven’t met yet to the right. One looks to be in his late thirties with chestnut brown hair and matching eyes, the other is built like Half-pint but much taller. In fact, the tall one seems to tower over everyone at the table, although that’s only because Conan isn’t around. Orion gestures to the big guy first.

  “This is Tink and this is Hose. Guys, this is Luna.” I give a little wave and promise myself I won’t ask. Okay, that’s a lie. I’m totally going to ask.

  “Tink? As in Tinkerbell?” I smile so he knows I’m not trying to offend him but he still frowns, although the guys around us chuckle.

  “I’m good at fixing things,” he mumbles before taking a swig of his beer.

  I focus on the guy with the chestnut hair.

  “Hose? As in garden hose?” Okay, that one makes me scrunch up my face in confusion. Who wants to be compared to a garden hose?

  “More like fire hose. It’s because of the size of his dick. Apparently, he has to roll that thing up to put it away,” Orion whispers in my ear.

  “Really?” I shout, letting my excitement show. Who cares, I'm a freak for all things odd.

  “Can I see?” Oops, maybe I shouldn’t have asked that while he had a mouth full of beer.

  A growl from behind me reveals Orion isn’t happy with my question, which makes me sigh. Why are men so damn territorial? It isn’t like I want to touch it, much. Okay, maybe I would poke it like a snake or something but come on, wouldn’t everyone?

  The table is deadly quiet as everyone watches me.

  “Why is everyone staring at me?” I whisper to Orion.

  “I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with you wanting to poke the snake.”

  “Huh?… Shit, I said that out loud again, didn’t I?” Instead of answering me, he crowds me until I’m pinned between his body and the table.

  “The only dick you’ll be touching tonight is mine,” he tells me before crashing his mouth down on mine. Consuming me, completely unconcerned about the roomful of people around us. Every time he kisses me, I swear its better than the last, but this is more than kissing, this is him branding me, marking me as his in front of all his brothers. He pulls away from me to a round of catcalls and whistles but I ignore them and run the tip of my finger over my swollen lips. He watches my tongue flick out over my fingertip. His eyes dilate with lust and something in him snaps. I find myself tossed over his shoulder for the second time today, making the catcalls reach a fever pitch before we disappear back upstairs to the room we haven’t long departed from. Being dropped to my feet jars me out of my stupor in time to watch him lock the door, turn, and prowl toward me. Gripping me and pulling me flush against him, he levers me to him with one hand on my hip and one wound tightly into my hair.

  “I can’t wait anymore, cherub, tell me you want this.”

  “Cherub?” I question as he pulls my hair tighter, tilting my head back so he can look into my eyes.

  “It’s all the golden curls and big blue eyes. It makes you look all sweet and innocent but I have a feeling you have a bit of bad girl in you just waiting to get out.”

  “More like I have a bad boy wanting to come inside me.”

  “Damn fucking straight.”

  He spins me so my back is pressed to his front and grips my throat with one hand, not enough to hurt but with just enough pressure to show me who’s in control. He bites my neck, then relieves the sting with his lips, trailing them down to my shoulder before biting down again. I arch my back into him. Helpless with need, I grind against him.

  “I wanted to spend hours torturing you the first time we were together but it’s you who has been torturing me. I’m about to come in my pants. This time is going to be hard and fast but I swear, I will spend the rest of the night worshiping you.”

  I try to reply but the sound that comes out of my mouth is nothing more than an animalistic groan of consent. He slides my jacket off my shoulders before pushing me toward the bed.

  “On your knees, cherub, head down, ass up.” I do his bidding despite the fact I’m still fully clothed.

  I feel his hands slip around my waist, popping open the button on my fly and lowering the zipper. Holding the waistband of my jeans, he peels them down over my ass taking my underwear with them. They only go as far as my thighs but when I try to lift up so I can get them off, Orion’s hand stops me.

  “Stay down,” he growls at me.

  A warm breath of air against my folds is the only warning I receive before I feel Orion’s hot mouth against me, swiping through my wetness. Gasping, my hands fist the sheets as he flicks my clit with his tongue before sucking hard. The sensation is so intense, I have to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming. He dips his tongue inside me before he starts fucking me with it. I push back against his face, relishing the sensations rushing through me. I can feel myself dripping and my legs start to tremble, threatening to collapse beneath me.

  “Fucking delicious,” he says as he climbs up behind me. I hear him ripping open a condom wrapper before I feel him nudging his cockhead against my folds. He rubs against me, up
and down, gathering my wetness and lathing it on his dick. I’m just about to lose my ever-loving mind when he surges inside, not stopping until he bottoms out inside me. I scream into the bedsheets at the intrusion, part in pleasure, part in pain.

  “Holy fucking shit. Does your dick have to be so fucking big?” I manage to gasp out, surprised that I even remembered how to speak the English language.

  He laughs, making me groan as he twitches inside me. Drawing back out slowly until just the tip remains, he’s surging back in again, making me scream as I spasm around him.

  “I’m a big guy, cherub. Think I would have cried like a little bitch if God decided to play a joke and gave me a small dick,” he tells me as he powers inside me again and again.

  “Guess the joke’s on me. It feels like you’re rearranging my insides.”

  He pauses for a second.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “If you stop, I’m going to chop it off.”

  He laughs again before slamming back into me. This position and the fact that I can’t open my legs to accommodate him any more than I am already, makes him feel gigantic. I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching; the vulnerability of this position as he takes what he wants from me adds to my arousal, leaving me a hot panting mess. Faster and faster he fucks me until I know I can’t hold on any longer.

  “Orion…” I warn him. He thrusts hard, seating himself fully inside me, gripping my hips firmly.

  “Come, now,” he orders and that’s all it takes for me to detonate around him.

  A haziness descends as I feel him pulse inside me before he collapses on the bed.

  “You’re going to have to carry me everywhere from now on,” I manage to get out as I flop down onto his chest.

  “Is that right?” I can hear the smugness in his voice

  “Asshole,” I mutter into his shoulder before I’m flipped onto my back with Orion looming over me.

  “I’m up for a challenge but we might need to warm you up a bit first.”

  I frown at him for all of two seconds as my mind connects the dots. “Oh, hell, no! That is an exit only, I repeat, exit only. Jesus, you must think I have a death wish.”

  “Is it just my size or is it something you’re generally not into?” he asks curiously.

  “Do we have to have this conversation with my jeans around my thighs and your dick still jammed inside its cock sock?” He laughs but pushes himself up off me and removes the condom before heading into the bathroom to dispose of it. I attempt to sit up and peel my legs out of the jeans that took me ten minutes to squeeze into but I need to get off the bed to do that and I’m not sure my legs are willing to cooperate just yet.

  “Need a little help there, cherub?” Orion asks with a smile on his face.

  “I need to get cleaned up,” I tell him, flopping back down with a dramatic sigh.

  “Well, why didn’t you say so?” He grabs the hem of my jeans and yanks my feet out, making it look ridiculously easy. I wait for him to move away but instead, he spreads my legs wide and buries his face between them.

  “Ohmygod” comes out on one long breath as Orion licks up my arousal from before, making me wet all over again in the process.

  “I’m not sure this is helping—fuck!” He flicks his tongue over my clit, then sucks it. He laps at my juices before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “All done. Now let’s get back down to this party.” I just lie there gaping at him. Surely he isn’t planning on leaving me like this, is he?

  When he climbs off the bed, I realize that’s exactly what he intends to do.

  “What the—” He yanks me up off the bed and carries me into the bathroom, popping me on the edge of the counter as he rummages in the cupboard beneath it. Snagging a washcloth, he gently cleans between my thighs and over my sensitive folds, making me grind shamelessly against him, looking for friction.

  “Behave,” he scolds.

  “But… but…” I can’t believe he would get me this worked up and then leave me hanging. He leans over me and places his lips against the shell of my ear and whispers.

  “That’s for earlier. Listening to you get yourself off in the shower has been playing on a loop over and over in my mind all day. If you’re a good girl, I’ll make you come so hard later, you’ll see stars. But for now, you need to get your cute ass dressed and downstairs.

  “You are the one that’s going to see stars because I’m going to smack you upside the head.” I jump down off the counter and stomp back into the bedroom. I get dressed and yank my boots back on, all while muttering under my breath about the things I’m going to do to him later and none of it is going to be pleasant. I’m just touching up my makeup when he wraps his arms around me from behind.

  “Just a little advice. If your attitude is meant to be turning me off, you’ve fucked up, cherub. I’m going to tie you to this bed later and fuck you until you can’t breathe.” He steps back, so I turn and drop the mascara wand and watch with a smile as it bounces off his chest. Okay, fine, I threw the mascara wand at him. Semantics.

  “Why, you little—” He lunges for me, making me squeal. I run for the door and manage to make it out into the corridor before I collide with a wall.

  “Ow, fuck.” Thankfully the wall grabs me before I can fall—wait, what? I look up and see a dark chocolate-haired handsome—naturally, because aren’t they all fucking handsome around here?—man scowling down at me with black eyes. I’m not even kidding. Who has black eyes? Demons, that’s who.

  I step back as Orion steps up behind me and slings his arm over my shoulder.

  “Gage, I didn’t realize you guys were back yet,” Orion says to the demon who hasn’t stopped staring at me. I wonder if he’s trying to steal my soul. Bad demon.

  “Seriously?” The demon—er—Gage asks, looking me up and down and finding me lacking.

  “Not now, Gage,” Orion warns, a threat evident in his voice.

  “She’ll break in a heartbeat. Then what, Orion? Pick someone else.” What the actual fuck?

  “If you’re talking about his monster cock, I think I managed quite well, actually. I mean, sure, my uterus is now up behind my ribs somewhere but you don’t hear me complaining, do you?” Asshole.

  Orion chokes behind me as a look passes over Gage’s face that has the hairs on my arms stand up. He steps up to me, invading my space without touching me.

  “Little girl, you have no idea how much that mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”

  “Gage!” Orion barks at him before Gage slowly turns and walks away from us.

  “What the hell was that all about?”

  “Nothing you need to worry about right now, Luna, but you need to be careful how you speak to these guys. You can’t show the brothers any disrespect.”

  “They can disrespect me, though, right?” I feel my high from earlier fading away.

  “It’s not that simple, cherub. There’s stuff going on that you don’t know about and tensions are running high.”

  “So tell me then.”

  “It’s club business.” End of conversation.

  “Right.” I give up.

  I head toward the party with Orion hot on my heels and weave my way through the crowd to the bar. I find an empty stool and claim it before anyone else can, all while ignoring Orion’s hulking presence behind me. Gecko spots us and heads over, nodding his head toward Orion before offering me a cheeky smile.

  “What can I get you, sweetheart?” he asks me as he grabs a bottle of beer for Orion.

  “Can I get a Jack and Coke please?” I need something to take the edge off.

  “You got it.”

  “Luna, you can’t ignore me all night. So unless you want me to bend you over the bar and spank the shit out of you in front of everyone, I suggest you knock it off.”

  My shoulders slump in defeat. I’m being a bitch and I know it. Plus, I know he really would do it. Now, I like a good spanking as much as the next girl
but in front of a room full of bikers? No, thanks.

  “Fine. But I reserve the right to get mad at you again later,” I tell him, looking up at him and catching him trying to fight back a grin.

  “Duly noted.”

  “There you go, sweetheart.” Gecko places my drink in front of me. I pick it up and drink it down in one. Ahh, reminds me of home.

  “Easy, tiger. I don’t want you getting too drunk. I have plans for you later, remember?”

  “Trust me, I can handle my whiskey. It’s a requirement where I’m from.”

  In the mirror behind the bar, I see Halo and Gage approach us and I tense up. A small glint in Gecko’s eyebrow catches my attention for a second, drawing my eye to the pretty little peridot stone. On anyone else, it would look utterly ridiculous but I have a feeling Gecko can make anything look badass.

  “I like your new bling, Gecko. It brings out the color of your hair,” I tease, making him laugh.

  “Just like a woman to spot the jewelry,” Gage mutters as Gecko slides him a glass with what I’m guessing is vodka. Shame, he looks like he would benefit from a little arsenic.

  I spin around and glare at him but before I can say anything else, I find myself wrapped up in Halo’s arms. I watch Orion as he takes a sip of beer, expecting him to rip Halo’s arms out of their sockets despite everything he’s said about sharing. But he really doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

  “Well, hey now, sugar. What’s a man gotta do to get a little lovin’ around here?” Halo asks, flashing me twin dimples that I want to fill with milk and eat cereal out of.