Aftereffect (The Order of Ravens and Wolves Book 1)

by T. L Hodel

  Fuck it!

  I charged across the room and heaved Riley over my shoulder.

  “Micha, what the hell are you doing?” she cried out slapping my back. “Put me down.”

  I smacked my hand down on her ass and grabbed a fistful. Stepping through the patio doors, I ignored the hoots and hollers of my brother and friends, and headed for the pool house. It’d take too long to get to her room.

  “Say goodbye to your friend, Mouse. You’re about to get fucked stupid.”

  Riley dropped her head and buried her face in my back. “You can’t say shit like that.”

  Shelby giggled and said something. What, I don’t know. Didn’t fucking care.

  I barged in the pool house, kicked the door shut, dropped her on her feet, and crushed my lips to hers. Wetness seeped in, soaking my clothes, but I just squeezed her shivering body into mine. Her nipples were so fucking hard, I could feel them through the layers of clothing separating us.

  Riley fought at first, but gave in. She threw the same passion I saw burning in her everyday into our kiss. Sweet lips slamming back on mine and greedy tongue swirling. When she was like this – lost in that feral world where need took over logic – she dropped her walls. I couldn’t just see her heart, I fucking felt it. The way her hands desperately clutched onto me, fingers digging in my flesh, as her hot breath mingled with mine. And because I was a selfish prick, I took it. Not just the taste she was offering, it took it all. Every single fucking ounce.

  I was obsessed before, but now that I’d had her . . . There’d be no escape. No running away. I’d hunt her to the ends of the Earth and burn the world down around me, until there wasn’t another motherfucker left on this planet but her and me. She was mine.

  Fucking mine.

  “Off,” I growled between kisses while tugging on her shirt and pulling mine over my head.

  When she didn’t move fast enough, I did it for her, tearing our clothes of like they were on fire. Riley argued. She tried pushing my hands away and clinging to her wet clothes. All that did was make me harder. She liked it too, got wet when I manhandled her. I could smell her pussy, felt it calling out to me. Once I had her striped to her panties – blue little virgin panties – she wasn’t complaining anymore.

  Last night she pulled a knife on me so I tied her up. But when her hot little hand raked down my sides and cupped my ass, I vowed to never fucking tie her up again! Knife be damned. She could flay me alive as long as touched me while doing it.

  With my hands full of the greatest ass on the planet, I hoisted Riley up and set her on the counter. “Gonna fuck you so hard.”

  “Micha,” She breathed. “Everyone’s out there.”

  “Good,” I muttered, peppering kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. “I want them to hear you scream.”

  I took her mouth, cutting her arguments off, and fucked her with my tongue. And fuck me if she didn’t fuck me right back.

  It was hot.

  Mind-blowing.

  Perfect.

  Riley reached down, palming my cock through my boxer briefs and I damn near blew my load. All this girl had to do was touch me and it was like I was fucking twelve again, getting my first boob and praying I don’t come in my pants.

  I made quick work of the rest of our clothes, dropping my briefs and tearing her panties off. Riley made a grunt of disagreement. She could scold me later. If I had it my way, she’d never wear them again. Panties just got in the way. I sighed when we were finally skin on skin. Her soft body felt like coming home. Her sweet scent was better than the morning air after rain.

  I broke away and gazed down at my panting beauty, not sure if this was real. I’d dreamt about it a thousand times. Jerked off to every filthy image of Riley my mind could conjure. I tormented her. Made her life hell in any way I could. Riley could do better than me. Hell, she deserved better than me. Yet here she was, with her legs wrapped around me, eyes filled with the same need I felt every damn day.

  What the fuck was wrong with her?

  I looked down at her glistening pink pussy – my pussy – and slid my fingers through her slit. My mouth watered. She was so fucking wet already, juices coating my fingers as I dipped them in her.

  I needed to taste her.

  She tried to jump back when I kneeled down, burying my face between her legs. I clamped my hand down on her hip and held her in place. No one was taking this away from me.

  “Micha, what are you – Oh shit!”

  Her back arched and she threw her head back as I licked her from clit to ass, and back up again. I groaned; she was so much sweeter than I imagined. If this was the last thing I ever tasted, I’d die a happy man.

  “Micha . . . we can’t . . .” She was struggling to hold back her moans. “They’re all out there.”

  I pumped my finger inside her tight channel, hitting that spot that made her toes curl. “We could let them watch.” I said and sucked on her clit.

  Riley moaned and pulled on my hair.

  She liked that.

  “Maybe we should invite one of them in to join us?”

  She shook her head as her pussy clamped down on my finger. “I wish I was normal.”

  “Normal is nothing more than a white picket fence to hide an unhappy marriage. You don’t want normal.” I flattened my tongue on her clit, while pushing another finger in her tight walls. “Normal sucks,” I softly growled before sucking the sensitive nerve between my teeth.

  Riley tugged my hair harder and threw her head back. She was close, and I wanted it. Wanted to feel her come on my face.

  My cock was aching, and if I didn’t get inside her soon, my balls were going to explode. But it was worth it when she screamed out my name. There was nothing more beautiful than my girl’s mouth twisted in pleasure. When the devil drug me to hell, that was the image I wanted to take with me.

  “This is my fucking pussy,” I growled standing up to take her mouth again. “Fucking mine.”

  I fisted my cock, guiding my shaft home. Riley made me pause.

  “Did I do it right last time?”

  “Did you do what right?” I asked, watching her pert nipples rise and fall with her quick breaths.

  There wasn’t enough blood in my brain for a conversation right now.

  “Sex.” she whispered shyly. “Did I do it right.”

  With cock in hand, I arched a brow down at her, not quite sure what to say? “Uh, baby, I came. Fucking hard.”

  “But did you enjoy it?”

  I hunted her like an animal, tied her up, and took what I wanted. Would I change it if I could? Fuck no. And here she was worried that I didn’t like it. My chest tightened. This girl was going to kill me, with her innocent eyes.

  I think I fucking love her.

  Fuck!

  I couldn’t think about that right now. My dick was aching. I needed to be inside her.

  “Baby,” I said, pressing a kiss on her soft lips, “there’s no way I could not enjoy it.”

  With that, I lined my cock up, and sunk deep inside in one long thrust. My eyes rolled in the back of my head.

  Tight.

  Hot.

  Wet.

  Perfect.

  I grabbed a fistful of her wet hair and pumped into her, watching her moan and come undone. When her second orgasm hit, she let go. Walls fluttering around my dick, as she clawed at my skin and moved her hips to fuck me back. I couldn’t take it. I need to be deeper. I needed to hit every nerve she had, until I didn’t know where I started and she ended.

  I pulled out long enough to flip her over, bend her over the counter, and slammed back into her from behind. Fucking her furiously. Pumping into her with everything I had. Sweat dripped down my brow and my balls were screaming for release. But I wasn’t ready to stop. Not now, not ever. This was as close to heaven as I’d ever get, and I was going to enjoy it. Every damn day!

  “So.” Thrust “Fucking.” Thrust “Good.” Thrust.

  I couldn’t hold back anymore wh
en Riley’s cunt clamped down and she screamed into the counter with her hands fisting.

  “Fuuuck!” I roared, slamming into her has hard as I could, as my balls pulled up and I shot my load.

  My body spasmed with the greatest orgasm of my life. When my dick finally stopped twitching, I collapsed on her back out of breath. It felt like I’d just been hit by a wrecking ball.

  As I lay there listening to our heavy breaths, I realized I was content. For the first time in my life, I didn’t have shit to deal with. No father, no cunt of a mother, or Order. It was just me and my mouse.

  “We didn’t use a condom.”

  “What?”

  Riley twisted her neck and looked back at me. “We didn’t use a condom.”

  I couldn’t help but shake my head. She was gorgeous right now with her face all flushed and hair her stuck to her forehead. “I know.”

  “What if I get pregnant?”

  I chuckled. My sweet little mouse. Did she really think I didn’t know?

  “You won’t,” I said, running my nose up her neck. I loved the way she smelled right now, like sex and me. “”You’re on the shot.”

  She released a shocked gasp, which, if I wasn’t already starting to get hard inside her, I might’ve laughed. I ran my thumb over her lips, tugging on the bottom one and coaxing her mouth open. Fuck, I wanted to see those lips wrapped around my dick.

  “I can’t take anymore,” Riley whined when I gave her a short thrust.

  I ground my hips against her ass, pressing my cock in deep. “I think you can.”

  And I was right. She could take more.

  Twice.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Riley

  The tattoo parlor was quiet for most of the day, which was pretty normal considering it was Friday and most people would be at work. Unfortunately, that gave me too much time in my head, and right now it was a complete mess. I was almost happy when Mason pestered me.

  “How many ink wells can two guys use?” Mason whined.

  “Some of these haven’t been cleaned for months,” I explained.

  Mather’s Tattooing only had three employees – Chase, Tanner, and Mia, who booked appointments. There wasn’t always time to take care of the little things, and since this was a punishment, we got all that crap. I could tell Mason that Chase used cartridges now instead of ink wells, but it was more amusing this way. Besides, I had to do it, too.

  “Look, pink,” Mason said, holding a stained finger in front of my face. “Guys should not be pink.”

  “I told you to wear gloves.”

  “The gloves are uncomfortable,” he whined. “They’re all tight and shit.”

  I snickered. “Now you look like you jacked-off a unicorn.”

  “Unicorn, huh?” Mason got a mischievous glimmer in his green eyes. “Chicks like unicorns.”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Only you would turn dyed skin into a pick-up line.”

  “You think I’m good? I once saw Logan convince a girl that his dick was a lucky charm. Every time that bitch had a test, she’d go running to him and the fucker would get a hassle-free blow job.”

  Why did that not surprise me?

  “The fucked-up thing,” Mason continued, “was the chick actually started acing her tests. Fucker had a line of girls begging to suck his dick that whole year.” He shook his head. “I may be good, but that asshole is a master.”

  Over the years I’d seen Logan in action, and every time he smooth-talked some poor unsuspecting girl, I lost a little more faith in the female species. Then again, was I really any better? I slept with Micha, my arch nemesis. More than once I might add. I should be filled with shame and self-hatred, not worried that he was done with me.

  “What about Micha?”

  “What about him?”

  I dug my fingers in the ink well, acting cool as I furiously scrubbed the dye. “Does he sleep around?”

  The corner of Mason’s mouth tipped up. “My, my, firecracker . . . it sounds like you’re starting to like my brother.”

  “I am not,” I growled, scrubbing the ink well harder. Fuck Micha! He was an asshole. I hated him. Only, I wasn’t so sure about that anymore. I sighed and slumped back. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “If it’s any consolation, I think he’s just as confused as you.”

  I highly doubted that.

  “He doesn’t trust women, and he cares about you. Just don’t hurt him.”

  “You do realize I didn’t have a choice, right?” I pointed out. Considering Mason was Micha’s brother, he probably knew about the contract.

  Mason sighed and slid his eyes over to me. “Would you have gone out with him if he asked?”

  No. Well, maybe? I don’t know?

  “See.”

  I rolled my eyes. “He can’t just take what he wants.”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, firecracker, we’re all crazy.”

  Trust me, I noticed.

  “We’d die to protect the people we care about though, and whether you like it or not, you’re on that list,” he said and picked up another ink well to clean. “Always have been.”

  “Yeah right.” I snorted. “Cause your brother’s been so nice to me over the years.”

  Mason cocked his head at me. “Why do you think you were never hassled walking down the street at night or why your apartment was never broken into? Can any of your neighbors say that?”

  I stared at him shocked. Never really thought about it before. Everyone in my neighborhood had problems, except me. Was Micha protecting me all these years? I thought he was going to kill Evan, and after Naomi filled my locker with trash, a rather embarrassing video of her went around the school. I thought it was karmic retribution. What if it was Micha this whole time?

  I glanced down at Mom’s engagement ring and felt a twang of guilt. The glass I collected for The Piper this morning . . . I still had to get the key. What if this guy did something bad to him? Could I live with myself? My chest hurt just thinking about it. I know it was pretty much my only way to get out of this contract, but did I really want to?

  “Whatever it is you’re hiding,” Mason said as if he could read my thoughts, “tell him.”

  Chase’s booming voice rang out, cutting me off before I could respond. “You two get out here!”

  Mason and I rolled our eyes at each other and groaned. We dropped our tedious cleaning projects and walked out of the back-room.

  “Sooner or later,” Mason said, glancing back at me, “you’re going to have to admit you love him.”

  I stared at him, listening to the soft buzzing of a tattoo machine. I didn’t love Micha. Did I?

  Chase stood by the front counter tapping his foot impatiently. “Took you long enough.”

  “Sorry, my super speed powers are on the fritz,” I grumbled, peeking around the corner to catch a glimpse at the piece Tanner was working on.

  Chase and Tanner had used a few of my designs, and the thought that someone would want something I drew, was exhilarating. It made me want to do it myself. Chase had even started giving me lessons. I hadn’t done anything on actual skin yet, but there were a couple of grapefruits in the fridge that looked pretty kick ass.

  “We have back to back appointments and Mia’s sick.” Chase said. “I need you to take care of the front.”

  “Okay.” I nodded. Answering calls and showing customers in was better than being stuck in the back cleaning.

  He started to walk away and then stopped to eye Mason. “Let him answer the phone. Last thing I need is some little boy hitting on my customers.”

  “Scared of the competition old man?” Mason smirked.

  Chase’s brow rose as he gave Mason a quick scan. “Have your balls even dropped yet?”

  I snickered, while Mason puffed up. Chase was thirty-four, barely old enough to be my father. Still, he had this look in his hazel eyes that told me he’d seen enough shit for two lifetimes.

  “Keep talking like that old man a
nd I’ll show you how much of a boy I am.”

  The room suddenly got tense as I glanced from one to the other. Mason was ready to go, muscles flexed and shoulders rolled back. Chase, on the other hand, was smirking with his arms folded over his chest. I honestly didn’t know who would win – Nor did I want to find out. Having two massive walls of muscle go at it in the middle of the parlor, was not my idea of a good time. Thankfully Tanner sauntered out and defused the situation.

  “You gonna bend my boy over and fuck him?” he said, pulling his glove off with a snap. “Cause I’d pay to see that shit.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief when they relaxed and the testosterone level dropped.

  “Get to work,” Chase growled and disappeared around the corner.

  Tanner shot me knowing wink. His lighthearted attitude was great for bad situations. He had the same scruffy appearance as Chase – a wardrobe of jeans and t-shirts, with face full of stubble – but other than that, they were complete opposites. Half the girls that came in here ended up in bed with Tanner, and I don’t remember Chase ever going on a date. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the opportunity, I think he just wasn’t interested. His wife’s death broke him.

  “Don’t worry,” Tanner said. “He’ll lay off in a couple days.”

  I groaned, “I hope so.”

  “Ashworth huh?” He smiled, face beaming with pride. “My girl’s got balls.”

  Mason chuckled. “Not according to my brother.”

  Tanner’s face instantly dropped. “Tell me you’re still a virgin,” he said, eyes pleading with me.

  I looked away guiltily.

  “Oh my God. Baby girl’s been getting dick.” Tanner pulled me in for a hug, squishing my face against his hard chest.

  “Can’t breathe,” I coughed out, but his arms only tightened around me.

  “It’s okay. It’s alright. You’re still my innocent baby girl. Just a sweet little girl in pigtails. Wait . . . you haven’t had a dick in your mouth have you?” I didn’t get a chance to answer, because he threw his arms up in the air and stormed away. “Chase,” he called out walking around the corner. “Come here, I need to hit your ugly face!”