by Alix Labelle
He grabbed me and yanked me out of bed. “You’ve got to learn to respect those above you.”
I fought against him, but he still managed to drag me out into the main area. There were a few other men sitting around on the couches. I searched for Stone but didn’t see him.
“Here’s the bitch I was telling you about.”
I lashed out at him and connected a solid punch to the side of his head. “Get away from me, you sick asshole!”
He tried to hit me, but another guy, the one who’d found me with Stone earlier in the night, caught his fist. “Unless you want to be a dead man, I suggest you don’t do that. You should know better.”
My attacker shoved the new guy away. “Fuck off. We’ve got to teach her to have some respect.”
“Stone took her to church earlier. He likes her. You hit her and he’s going to kill you. I’m not kidding. I saw the way he was looking at her. Ask yourself why she was in his room alone?”
Chewing Tobacco shoved me away from him and stormed away. The new guy held his hand out to me and smiled. “Sorry about that. I’m Killer.”
I raised my eyebrows but still shook his hand. My heart was slowly calming, but I was still wary. “Killer?”
He nodded. “It’s a nickname from when I first joined the club. Don’t ask. It’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s really embarrassing, actually.”
I smiled. “Well, my nickname is Fluffy.”
He tossed his head back and laughed. “How the hell did you get so unlucky?”
“Talent?”
“What’s going on?” Stone’s voice rang out in the room, and Killer instantly stepped away from me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at him. “Your room wasn’t as safe as you thought it was.”
His face was hard as he took in my bare legs and state of dress. “What the fuck happened?”
Killer stepped forward and held up his hands to Stone. “Johnny tried to teach her a lesson of some sort, but she got him with a right hook. He stormed off after that.”
I sighed happily when Stone tugged me to his side. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, and his warmth sent a wave of satisfaction through me. “Killer saved me from getting punched in the face. He’s downplaying how much he helped.”
Stone clapped Killer on the back, but his face was furious. “Get everybody to church. Now.”
Killer moved away quickly, barking orders, and Stone moved back to look down at me. “You okay?”
I smiled up at him. “Yeah. I held my own. Thank god Killer came along.”
His eyes flashed, and he jerked me against his body. “I told him to watch out for you.”
It was cute to see him jealous. I reached up and touched his chin. “Hurry up with church. I want to show you how thankful I am to you.”
He hardened against my body and picked me up. I squealed, and my hands shot back to make sure my ass was still covered. “I’m not wearing any panties, Stone!”
He growled in my ear. “Good. It’ll be that much faster, then.”
I thought he would tell me to wait in his room, but instead he carried me into church and sat me down in his chair. I crossed my legs and watched as men filled the room. They were all looking at me in confusion, wondering why a woman was in church and sitting in their president’s chair.
Stone wasted no time in blowing up. “Listen up! This is Fluffy. She’ll be around the clubhouse. Stay the fuck away from her. Johnny, I’ll let you know your punishment later. Any of you lay so much as a finger on her and I’ll break your fucking neck. That’s it. Out. All of you.”
Slowly everyone made their way out of the room, leaving Stone alone with me. Killer was the last one out, and he took his sweet time closing the door. Stone grabbed whatever was closest to him and threw it across the room. The beer bottle hit the door just as Killer closed it and shattered.
He turned to me and the anger faded. “Sorry that you almost got hurt.”
I stood up and toyed with the hem of the shirt I was wearing. “Your bed is really comfortable. How about you take me to it and we can spend some time going over how sorry you are?”
Stone’s large hands grabbed my waist and lifted me easily before spinning around and setting me down on the table. The wood was cold under my thighs, but he quickly moved to stand between my legs, and his warmth radiated out. “Did you know that no one’s ever had sex on this table?”
I leaned back and rested my elbows on the top. “I didn’t know that. How interesting.”
He ran his hands up my thighs before grabbing the bottom of my shirt and slowly working it up. “How sad. That’s what I think you mean. It’s time for it to see a little action. Lift your ass.”
I did as he said, and the shirt slipped over my ass and continued to travel north. My bottom half was completely exposed. “A little action, huh? What did you have in mind?”
My shirt was suddenly ripped over my head, and Stone’s hand was in the middle of my chest, pushing me backward until my shoulders were on the table. He stared down at me and groaned. “You have a tattoo.”
I looked down at the tattoo I’d gotten for a best friend that had died when I was young. The flower wrapped around my ribcage and stood out in full color. “Yeah?”
His hands trailed down to the tattoo, and his fingers traced the edges of it. “You’re wilder than you let on.”
I grinned at him and arched my back so my breasts stood at attention. “I’m just a sweet girl. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I was mostly a sweet girl. I just had a wild itch that I needed scratched every so often. I had no doubt that Stone was going to scratch it.
He trailed his fingers lower still until he was hovering right over my core. “Something about you makes me crazy. I just threatened all my guys over you. I just can’t help it, though. The idea of anyone else seeing you spread out like this makes me want to put a bullet in them.”
I reached up and cupped my breasts. They were achy and heavy with need. “You’re possessive. That surprises me.”
His thumb brushed over my clit lightly. “I’m not usually. You’re too good to share, though. Fuck. Your body alone is enough to make a man go insane. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I blushed but held his gaze. I rested my foot on his chest and lightly pushed. “Show me your body.”
He looked down my body and gave me a lasting look before slowly backing away. He took his leather vest off and threw it over his chair. Next came his belt. His smile was smoldering as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head.
My mouth fell open, and I was two seconds from drooling all over myself. My eyes practically twitched trying to take in all of him.
Stone’s body was a work of art. He was large and covered in muscle that rose and dipped in all the right places. Nearly every inch of his skin was covered in dark ink. An entire chest piece merged with two entire sleeves. He’d left out any color, and the effect was stunning.
I snapped my mouth closed and chewed on my bottom lip. “Now the pants.”
His laughter caused a jolt to hit me between the legs. Casually he unbuttoned his pants and then undid the zipper before pushing them down. They caught on a large erection, and the briefs he wore couldn’t contain the whole thing.
I nodded to the briefs, but he shook his head. “Why not?”
“I’ve got to have something between us or I’m going to just fuck you right now.”
I sat up a bit and licked my lips. “I’m assuming you think that’s a problem. It’s not. You can do foreplay later. Right now the fucking sounds great.”
He grunted and stepped back between my legs. His hand went back down to my core, and he roughly shoved a thick finger into me. “Hot and wet, but tight. So tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I adjusted to his finger quickly and rolled my hips. “You won’t.”
He pushed another finger in, and that time I whimpered. “I will. I’m bigger than this, and you have to be rea
dy.”
I laid back on the table and moaned as the sensation of having him in me hit me. I was tight but I wanted him. It might hurt at first, but I’d get over it quickly. “I want you in me. I’ve been wet since the moment I saw you. Please don’t make me wait.”
Another finger and a groan. “You’re going to kill me. Hang on, baby.”
I watched as he reached into his jeans and pulled out a condom. He rolled it on and moved back between my legs. I gasped when his hands landed hard on my thighs. He yanked my body closer to him and then lined his dick up with my core. I held my breath and watched the intensity on his face as he started easing into me.
His dick stretched me as he pushed more and more inside. He was being so gentle with me, but it was making me crazy.
I leaned up and grabbed his ass with both my hands before jerking him forward. I gasped as he slammed home inside me. He was big, but the fullness was the best thing I’d ever felt. “Yes, Stone!”
“Jesus H. Christ. Son of a bitch. You’re so tight.” His grip on my hips was bruising, but he seemed to be holding himself under control with it.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His warm lips came to life against mine, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I tangled my hands in his hair and tugged on it. I nibbled his lower lip and then licked it. “You feel so good in me.”
His eyes were lowered as he pulled back and ran a hand up to my chest. He teased my nipples while his other hand moved to my clit. His thumb rubbed the sensitive bud as he pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. “This okay?”
I was going to lose it. The friction he was causing in me was already so intense, but I wanted more. “No. More. More, please.”
His fingers tightened over my nipple, and then he lowered his mouth to suck it in. His teeth and tongue battled over it until I cried out. Then he moved so that both of his hands were resting flat on the table on either side of me. “You’d better hold on.”
I screamed his name when he started pistoning in and out of me. My body curled around his until I was clinging to him. My ass barely touched the table as I held on while he fucked me senseless.
Stone growled and buried his face in my neck. His teeth crashed into my skin, and he bit down, feeling the same sense of loss of control as I was.
I panted the longer we went. My body felt like it was on fire. Everything Stone touched was burning up with need. I held onto him and begged him over and over again with my mouth on his ear to keep fucking me.
Stone wrapped his arms around me and pressed our chests together as he continued to pump into me. His body was tight against mine, like he was fighting to keep control.
I was so close to my orgasm that I wanted to see him lose control. I whispered into his ear how much I wanted him to fuck me like he needed to.
Stone seemed to snap. He let out a deep shout and then slammed his body into mine. His pace increased until I couldn’t tell which way he was going, just that it was hard. His arms were steel bands around me.
I screamed his name as my orgasm started. It washed over me in powerful waves until I felt like I would never stop coming. My body was tense and hot as I rolled into a series of smaller crashes.
He slammed into me once more and then froze. A low growl escaped him as his body stiffened even more and then he jerked against me. He called out my name as he came.
I shook against him until we were both finished. I slowly untangled myself from him, and he eased out of me so he could throw the condom away. I let my body fall back on the table and sighed. “Wow.”
He fell into his chair and sat with a content look on his face. “Yeah, I agree. I think you almost just sucked my brain out through my dick.”
I laughed and sat up so I could face him. “Well I think you nearly fucked me through this table.”
“I guess we’re even, then.”
I stood up on shaky legs and pulled his T-shirt back over my head. “Not hardly. I lost a story tonight. You can make it up to me by taking me to your room and doing that again and again until the sun comes up.”
Stone’s eyebrows rose. “Think you can handle more?”
“Think you can?”
Challenging him seemed to light a fire in him. He grabbed me before I could think to move away and tossed me over his shoulder. “I think it’s time for you to learn the lesson all bad girls do at some point.”
I was about to ask what he meant when he slapped my ass harder than what felt nice. I screamed and tried to cover it with my hands.
Stone didn’t bother redressing as he opened the door and walked across the clubhouse to his room. “Yeah, it’s definitely time for you to learn your lesson.”
I couldn’t help the grin that was on my face. I couldn’t wait for more of his lessons. Maybe I did need them. After all, I’d snuck into his clubhouse under false pretenses. I’d probably need to call out of work the next day so he could take his time showing me lots of things.
I’d lost the story, but I’d gained so many great orgasms. It seemed like a nice trade in the end. Anyway, Fluffy was growing on me.
THE END
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Chapter One
News of the dragon in the Wyndwae province spread across the countryside like a blaze from the mouth of the beast itself. In a week’s time it reached the inn of The Dancing Mer on the southern coast, and there it found Mairead Curran, slayer of monsters.
Of Mairaed there were many legends. It was whispered that she had vanquished at last the beast of the Breywood, whose jaws had been the end of three dozen men. Bards sang of the arrows that had laid waste in fire and steel to the lair of the manticore and slain the basilisk in the western mountains.
Of her beauty too, they sang. She was tall for a woman, and long-limbed, her auburn hair streaked with copper and tawny gold by long days beneath the southern sun. They said men traveled the lengths of continents to lay their spoils at her feet in hopes of her favor.
This last, at least, was quite untrue. Mairead herself had started the rumor, well aware that men who could afford to travel continents sought princesses to wife, not women who battled monsters, but it pleased her to let people think it was otherwise. As for the rest, well, it was true as any story which had passed through a hundred hands can be.
When news came of the dragon, Mairead was sitting at a table in the fire lit common room of the inn, with a tankard of mead in her hand, debating the relative merits of the bow versus the sword with Vreden, who had once been a knight of renown. He was aging, grey in the dark hair at his temples, but his sword arm was still strong. Mairaed’s own bow leaned against the wall at her side, her quiver with it.
“Perhaps,” she said, giving Vreden a look from over the top of her tankard, “you receive some measure of satisfaction from taking the heads off of beasts at close range. I, however, am content to make my name from the safety of distance. Were I one to choose practicality over pride, I would have joined that illustrious company of men who found themselves within reach of the Breywood beast’s many sharp teeth.”
Vreden’s eyes narrowed, but the bang of the wooden door sw
inging wide to admit a cloaked and hooded stranger interrupted him. Every gaze in the room turned toward the newcomer, who was pulling the hood down from over his hair, his cloak dripping rainwater onto the floorboards. He shook the dark fall of hair back from his face, and Mairead felt his eyes move over her and the others at her table. When he swept his cloak back over his shoulder, she could see the insignia of the king’s message riders on the shoulder of his tabard.
“Buy me an ale to take the chill from my bones,” he offered the room at large, “and I will share some news which has only today come in from the Wyndwae.” His eyes caught on Mairead’s again. “I believe it will be of some interest to you.”
Mairead rose from her chair with a whisper of leather against wood and sauntered over to the bar, setting a coin down on the sleek wood of its top with a clack.
“There is your ale, then.”
He took the tankard the innkeeper set before him and drank deeply before he spoke again, inclining his head in thanks.
“There is rumor,” he said, leaning against the bar on one elbow, his dark eyes looking into her own, “that a dragon has been sighted in the north of the Wyndwae.”
Mairead’s snort was decidedly unladylike.
“There has not been a dragon seen in Lyndoun in half a century.”
“And yet there is one now. My brother saw it with his own eyes, a great black shape against the full moon.”
In his eyes there was no deceit, and Mairead considered his story as she tipped her own tankard back, mead flowing sweet across her tongue and warming her throat.
“What think you?” she asked, turning enough to look back at Vreden over her shoulder. “Is there a dragon in Lyndoun?”
They had, of course, heard the tales of the dragons in the distant west, in the rocky lands of Mivreth, but none had come so far east as the bordering mountains, and certainly they had not seen any in the eastern end of Lyndoun, where the forests gave way to windswept heath. It was true, though, that there were caves in the north of the region, and that a dragon might set up home in such a place.