I’d waited, bided my time until I was seventeen. Until I knew they wanted me just as badly as I wanted them, and then I’d slipped into each of their rooms and made them mine.
I’d claimed them.
If I’d learned one thing in this life, it was that you had to take what you wanted from it.
Waiting on them would have been like waiting on my dad to suddenly start loving me—impossible. Their loyalty to the club, to Bomber at that time, had been ingrained. And even though they’d panted after me as hard as I’d panted after them, they’d have behaved because Bomber’s wrath was enough to terrify even men as powerful as mine.
Okay, well, maybe not Flame.
I wasn’t sure if Flame was scared of anything, except maybe jail time.
Because Ryan kept tabs on the MC, both for our protection and to keep us in the loop, when he’d told me Wolfe had been jailed, it had killed me not to visit, but knowing I wouldn’t be welcome had made me refrain. Still, Wolfe had survived it, so I knew Flame probably would too, but it would kill him deep inside.
Flame was easily the most messed up of all my men, the most delicate in some ways, and yet, the fiercest of the group too.
As I thought about that ferocity being aimed my way, I shivered and was happy when Wolfe’s feet drew to a halt, and the sound of a door opening made itself known to me.
Within seconds, I was being carefully maneuvered into a standing position, before Wolfe began stripping me.
I had to smile at his take-charge actions, and I didn’t stop him. Didn’t even demur. The minute Axe and Flame closed the door behind them, they moved over to me too, surrounding me, circling me like I was the prey to their predator.
Well, I was no prey, and they should know I wasn’t scared of them by now.
When Wolfe had dragged my shirt overhead, he grunted at the sight of my bra-less tits. His hands were large. Scarred from the dirty jobs he’d done over the years, but strangely elegant too. Spatulate fingers, clean nails. In fact, they all had clean nails, and I knew why—they’d gotten into the habit of cleaning up well because the grease had been a bitch to get out of my clothes as a kid. I’d been small as a child, and unfortunately for me, when I hadn’t wanted to obey, they’d just hauled me into their arms and taken me where they wanted me to go. Whether it was school, the library, or my father’s office.
That wasn’t the best memory, so I watched Wolfe’s hands worship my tits. Shaping them, cupping them, tweaking my nipples. He stared at them like they had the answer to the world’s woes written on them, and when he burrowed his face between them, it came as no surprise.
Before I could even moan at the feel of his scratchy stubble against my sensitive skin, a hand slid over my throat from behind—Axe. I shivered as he squeezed gently in warning, before he tipped my head back so it could land against his shoulder. The second I was resting there, I tilted my head to the side and fused my mouth to his.
His teeth nipped at my lips, biting at the corners, tugging down until my own were exposed. When I parted them, he thrust his tongue inside and I groaned into his kiss as he fucked my mouth like he wanted to fuck my pussy.
I writhed as Wolfe tormented my breasts with delicate kisses and tender touches. I wasn’t used to him being soft with me, was more accustomed to him being rough. He was a hair-puller and a biter, not a hair-stroker and a kisser. To be treated like I mattered was almost enough to make me cry.
When I felt his cock pressed into my belly, I shivered again and grunted as a hand slipped into the mix, heading down over my stomach and toward my fly. Flame’s fingers were more callused than the others. Especially his pointer fingers and thumbs from the way he constantly drew on his lighter. I felt those edges against my tender belly and moaned when he dipped his hand between the waistband of my jeans and my skin.
The second his hand connected, he grunted, “Fuck, she isn’t wearing panties again.”
That elicited groans from both Wolfe and Axe. Wolfe actually stopped what he was doing, pulled back to look at the gap Flame had made, then got to work on the button and began hauling my shorts down my legs until I was bare to them all.
A hiss escaped him, and Axe’s tongue tangled more with my own as he reached down and cupped my butt, squeezing the cheeks hard as he pulled them apart.
With a grunt, I pulled away from him, needing to breathe, needing to touch them. Before they could say a word, I fell to my knees and began fumbling for Wolfe’s fly. When his was open, I moved onto Flame’s and then Axe’s, watching with satisfaction as they all lowered their jeans to their thighs, and shucked out of their cuts, tees, shirts, and wifebeaters, exposing their rippled stomachs, and torsos that were loaded down with ink.
For a handful of seconds, I let my attention avert to them. The black and gray flames on, you guessed it, Flame’s abdomen, the matching sleeves on Axe’s arms that depicted some kind of battle among Samurais, and then Wolf’s ink-loaded pecs that were covered with a tribal tattoo I wanted to trace with my tongue.
Then, of course, my delighted gaze discovered their cocks, and their ink was forgotten.
I fell on Axe’s first. His was the thickest and it had a gorgeous kink in the middle that did things to my insides that should have been illegal. I worked up some spit and trailed my tongue down the underside of his shaft, moistening his length in preparation for sucking him off. He gathered my hair in his hands as I pressed the tip to my lips, and within seconds, he took control.
I’d expected this, but fuck, it had been a long time since I’d gagged on a cock. Ryan had been a gentler lover. That wasn’t to say I hadn’t been fucked, and fucked hard over the years. I’d had bruises from sex, bite marks and all kinds of yummy soreness to contend with in the aftermath, but nothing like these guys who’d fuck me until I couldn’t remember my name, and in the morning, I’d be so sore I’d need a bath of Epsom salts.
Somehow, they fucked me rough enough to make me feel whole again. Bringing together all the broken pieces of me until everything was right in my world once more.
I let him fuck my mouth, knew to expect the same treatment from the others. When he pulled back, I felt the tears on my cheeks as he crouched over me, his back arching, and he grabbed my chin so he could kiss me. It was sloppy, wet. His tongue thrust against mine until my hands were gripping his thighs and between my legs, I felt like I was burning up, like I was going to die if they didn’t touch me soon.
Then, he pulled back, grabbed my hair and tipped my head backward. When I saw the long strand of spit being aimed my way, I opened my mouth and accepted his offering. Deep in his eyes, I saw the glint of satisfaction and wasn’t surprised when he whispered, “Mine.”
Shakily, I nodded, and he smirked down at me, nipped the tip of my nose, and let his tongue trail over my tears, collecting them and tasting them as he went.
“Love you, baby girl,” he ground out.
I whimpered. “Love you back.”
With a shudder at the move, I wasn’t shocked when he dropped his hold on my hair and pulled back with his junk in both of his hands, one on his cock and the other twisting his balls. I knew what that meant—time to change direction. Focusing on Flame now, I gathered the spit in my mouth and focused on the tip of his shaft, coating it then slurping up and down his length how I knew he liked it.
He didn’t touch me, didn’t need to. When I said I knew what he liked, I knew what they all loved. Flame liked me to fuck my own throat, and fuck if I didn’t love the fact that even though I was in control, he held the reins more so.
I swallowed his shaft, sucking as I went. Blowing him wasn’t easy considering his size, but it was such a turn on to be housing all that power in my mouth.
Unable to stop myself, I spread my legs and slipped my hand between my thighs. As I touched my clit, fire shot through my system and I whimpered around his dick, the vibrations making him swear.
Satisfaction filled me as he grabbed my hair and dragged me off his dick. There was a delicious fury in those
amber orbs of his as he stared down at me with eyes that were loaded with bloodlust.
Fighting fire with Flame was like going into battle with a medieval knight. He’d been made for a broadsword, not a gun. I could see him on horseback, charging into battle, uncaring if he died, living only for the glory.
Some men weren’t made for modern times.
Some men were forged from iron rather than steel.
Flame was such a man.
He rode a bike instead of a horse, carried a gun instead of a sword, but he needed the welcome embrace of MC life. Only here could his baser instincts, his true nature, be accepted. Only here would he be respected instead of feared…. Okay, he was feared here but in a good way.
At least, I figured as much.
“Bad girl,” he grumbled, staring at me with that delicious rage in his gaze. “You almost made me come.”
I hummed in delight, knowing not to speak, knowing he was both rewarding me with his words as well as chiding me.
“That fucking mouth hasn’t lost its power,” Axe agreed. “All mouth and all action,” he teased.
I looked up at him with an amused grin, and wasn’t surprised when Wolfe grabbed my chin, twisted my head to face him, then pretty much shoved his junk in my face. He wasn’t like the others, he didn’t particularly like BJs, which was a stark contrast to Dagger who I knew loved them more than anything.
Instead of making me suck his cock, he had a tight hold of his shaft, and instead, exposed his balls. I tongued them, stroking the velvety skin with the tip before sucking one into the cavern of my mouth. He grunted and let his cock fall onto my face. It could have felt disrespectful, and maybe it was, but I didn’t really care.
He grabbed my hair, tightening his grip until my roots strained and I cried out with discomfort around his balls. As I looked up at him, at one-fifth of my world, I saw his lust and his need, his love and the power that gave me over him.
There was a fine line between love and hate, and it was finer with Wolfe. He loved hard. It was why he evaded it, but with me, he’d never been able to.
As much as he loved me, he hated that he did, and I always saw that warfare in his gaze, always felt it whenever we were intimate.
I’d spend the rest of my life making sure he didn’t regret loving me, and I saw that acceptance today, saw it and read it in his features.
“Need in your cunt, baby girl,” he grumbled, peering down my bare body, my tits that were loaded with spit and drool—the bubbly stuff that came from being throat fucked—and to my pussy that peeped out from between my spread legs.
I moaned, needing that just as much, and when he dropped to his knees, I immediately fell back. He moved onto me, covering me like a blanket, and I loved his weight, his heat, loved even more that his fingers parted the lips of my sex before moving up to rub my clit.
With one hand on his cock, the other on my clit, he pressed the tip to my gate and slid home. All the way home until my back arched with delight at the fullness. My tits jiggled as Wolfe pumped into me a few times before he stilled and savored the connection, his eyes burning into me just as hotly as Flame’s could.
Speaking of… on either side of me, Axe and Flame dropped to their knees too. Flame hauled me up so I was no longer flat to the floor, and he pressed me to his knees. I could feel his cock against my shoulder and almost laughed at the wet kiss it gave me.
Axe’s mouth moved to my tits. His lips nipping at the nubs cresting each peak before he began to drift down, down, farther and farther until he was tonguing my clit while Wolfe started to fuck me.
A sharp scream escaped me as the sensations hit. Overloading me with the fucking power of the pleasure my men could stir in me.
As Axe sucked on my clit like I’d sucked on his cock, I thrashed and flailed, but Flame held me tight, his arms coming to corral me. He was bondage in human form. I couldn’t move, couldn’t twist all that much as I was fucked and sucked.
“Flame! Let me go,” I begged around a cry as Wolfe’s thrusts sped up. I needed to arch my hips, needed to sit up and run my arms around his chest to hold him close, fuck, I needed him to turn me over and screw me silly from behind.
I needed so much and Flame wasn’t letting me do anything other than take what they wanted to give.
As I screamed out my climax a few seconds later, I sobbed as Axe carried on flicking his tongue around my clit. I could hear noises that spoke of how wet I was, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Nothing was wrong in this room.
Nothing could ever be anything other than perfect.
A moan escaped me when I felt Wolfe’s seed splash deep inside me. It was like liquid fire and it set tiny explosions quivering along the channel of my sex as I was coated in his cum.
Axe shuffled out of the way as Wolfe fell forward, his hands catching himself on either side of my shoulders. He pressed his face to my throat, caught his breath, then in a kind of farewell, nipped me there. Hard.
I hissed at the exquisite pain, but it drew out into a long groan as Wolfe pulled out of me. I blinked up at him and he grinned sleepily down at me.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby girl. I had to leave at some point.”
He leaned over once more and kissed me, and then, Axe was there. He peered down at my pussy, the one he’d just tasted, the one whose juices coated his mouth. His fingers smooshed through the seed that was slipping down my channel, rubbing it here and there, teasing me and driving me generally fucking insane as he made my already sensitive sex turn into hyperdrive.
All the while, Flame pinned me down.
Kept me there.
Stationary when I needed to move so badly it hurt.
I sucked down a sharp breath, then whimpered as he pinched my clit between his middle and pointer finger before slipping them down to fill my channel.
Scissoring them, he hooked his fingers inside me, then raked against the front wall of my pussy. A squeak escaped me, high and panicked as he began to rub there, touching me in a way that made my eyes want to cross.
They began to move faster, faster still until my eyes flared wide with panic. It felt like I wanted to pee! It wasn’t the first time he’d done this to me, and it made sense why Flame was holding me down.
Bastards!
Fuck, I’d get them back for this. The next time I was sucking them off, I’d make sure to ‘accidentally’ slip three fingers up their asses for a little payback of my own.
Those thoughts were for the future however. My breath billowed in and out of my lungs as he touched my G-spot. Over and over, repeatedly torturing me until I had no choice but to give in.
I wailed as I squirted, liquid seeping out and over his fingers, drenching my lower belly and the floor beneath me until it puddled under my butt.
The pleasure was excruciating and I had no choice but to raise my legs, curl into myself to try to embrace it and avoid it in equal measure.
Of course, the cunt didn’t let me.
He chuckled, they all fucking did, and then he used my new position to shove his cock inside me. Around battered tissues that were still throbbing with life.
I almost shut down when he did that. The pleasure was like a bomb to the brain as he began to fuck me through one climax and then the next.
I was one, long, wailing mass of pleasure as he thrust into me, hard and deep. He kept me there, riding that fucking line of torturous delight until he came, his come the only thing that soothed me, but my torment wasn’t over.
Shuffled around once more, I found myself on Wolfe’s lap next as Flame thrust into me. I wouldn’t have noticed Axe’s retreat if it weren’t for the fact Flame had to move to get any.
He rested his cock against my pussy, and his dick throbbed against my pulsating flesh until I could feel both our heartbeats.
I wasn’t sure why, but his stillness made my heart pound even harder, and trust me, it was already racing like I’d ran a fucking marathon on Red Bull.
“W-What are you doing?” I
whimpered, too weak to do anything other than just lay there and take everything he had to give me.
“Waiting until you catch your breath.”
His simple words had me tensing. I almost wanted to make sure that my breath was never ‘caught,’ but as I stared into his eyes, our connection flared to life.
I had this with all of them. Once our gazes bridged, it was like I was about to walk home. Each had the power to inspire something inside me aside from arousal and fury. It was like deep in my head, I allotted them certain spaces.
With Axe, whenever we did this, I wanted him to kiss me. Just kiss me and kiss me, until I wasn’t sure where he began and I ended.
With Wolfe, it was different. A part of me could attack him with the need he inspired. It was more aggressive than the others. I felt like the alpha bitch in me was ramming heads with him, and maybe that was exactly how it was. Deep down, we were both animals. Each of us trying to dominate the other.
Dagger made me want to curl into him, be held tight in his arms because he made me feel safe. So fucking safe that I knew the world couldn’t even see me when I was there.
Ryan had been like that. A strange blend of Axe and Dagger almost. Safety and need wrapped into one.
But Flame?
Flame was so many things that I couldn’t even describe how he made me feel. He made my heart pound, and that alpha bitch inside me rammed into him too, but I also wanted his protection. If anything, I found it easiest to submit to him.
Flame was probably the strongest of us all. He’d be Prez if he wasn’t certifiable. He wasn’t crazy like my dad who’d earned his name, but he was definitely cuckoo. I loved him all the more for that though. One of my biggest fears had been that, without me to ground him, he’d really go off the rails.
In his face, I saw lines of strain, of fatigue that came from trying to present himself as normal, but Flame would never be normal. He just hadn’t been born that way.
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