Wrath (Seven Deadlies MC)

by Kaitlyn Ewald

  “You better be sure baby, ‘cause I won’t let you take it back. Once I have you, you’re mine for good. You’ll wear my brand and you’ll take my name, and I’ll never let you go,” He said fiercely.

  Yes, yes, yes!

  Why does that sound like everything I never knew I wanted?

  Rayna cupped his cheeks and pressed her mouth to his.

  He opened his lips and touched his tongue to hers, only pausing to wrap his strong arms around her.

  It took less than a second for Rayna to admit to herself that she’d been stupid to wait so long; less than a second for her to admit that Fury was it for her.

  She whimpered when he buried a hand in her hair and pressed her lips more firmly against his, all tongue and teeth and sweet, sweet, desperation.

  “Fuck, you make me so hard,” He whispered against her mouth.

  Rayna tugged on his hair and he inhaled sharply.

  “You better get over there and eat if you don’t want me to eat my dessert first,” He muttered as he pinned her with a sexy look.

  To further make his point, he slid one hand to her ass and squeezed.

  Well, shit, when he says it like that…

  “Go on, baby. I want to take my time with you, and we’re making a scene.”

  Rayna looked behind her to see one couple discreetly watching them with wide eyes and a group of guys obviously on summer vacation grinning in their direction.

  “I guess you’re right.”

  Fury slapped her ass playfully and she hurriedly sat down in her seat, right as their waitress arrived with their food.

  “One bacon cheeseburger with loaded fries and one chicken sandwich,” She said as she placed their steaming plates before them.

  “Thank you,” Rayna said.

  “Thanks,” Fury said with a small smile.

  Their waitress, her name tag read Amber, flipped her hair over her shoulder and cocked her hip against the table as she grinned wider in Fury’s direction.

  Rayna felt her spine stiffen instantly, because she knew what the hell was happening.

  Amber batted her eyelashes and leaned forward, pressing her tits together as she eyed Fury.

  “Is there…anything else I can get you?”

  Fury shook his head, but he caught Rayna’s eye over the rim of his beer.

  “No, ma’am. Thank you.”

  She bit her bottom lip and nodded, twirling her long locks around her tanned finger.

  Rayna would give it to her- she was beautiful.

  Curvy, tall, and her makeup was applied perfectly…she looked like a beach babe.

  Rayna felt her self-esteem plummet, even though she knew that it was dumb of her to second guess herself just because some bimbo was obviously hitting on her…man?

  Maybe man?

  Future man?

  Amber glanced at her and shrugged.

  “Let me know if you change your mind, handsome.”

  Rayna’s blood began to boil, but she tried to remind herself that Fury hadn’t reciprocated.

  He hadn't even spared her a glance.

  “Okay then,” Rayna murmured as she sipped on her soda.

  Fury grinned as he leaned closer to her, and Rayna felt his foot glide along the inside of her calf.

  “Are you jealous?”

  Rayna blushed and shook her head.

  “No.”

  “You look a little green, baby. You know I only have eyes for you.”

  I do not know that.

  Rayna suddenly felt hollow inside at the idea of Fury finding eyes for someone else.

  She knew she wasn’t at one hundred percent yet, but she was working hard to get there. She was working hard to recover from her weight loss and the abuse her body had taken- but she did have moments where she wondered if she’d ever get back to that point.

  Like now, when that little twat is standing across the patio, making eyes at my man…

  “Rayna.”

  Rayna’s head snapped up as she looked at Fury.

  He was holding his beer in one had and he had his other hand splayed across the table casually as he watched her.

  “If you stare at that girl any harder, your eyes are gonna go crossed.”

  “I’m not staring!”

  Fury dropped his beer and slid one hand beneath the table, settling it on her thigh.

  “Rayna, if you knew how badly I wanted to spread you wide and fuck you, you wouldn’t even be looking at her.”

  She blinked.

  “You do?”

  “God, yes! Since the day I laid eyes on you, I’ve had a fuckin’ hard on. My dick’s been so hard for you, it’s useless for any other woman. Okay?”

  Rayna dipped her head in shame as she nodded.

  “It’s not that I question you, I just…I know I’m not what I used to be. I’m not there yet, and I’m trying, but I’m just…not.”

  She sighed and shrugged, but she knew Fury could see how uncomfortable she was.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in this place, Rayna. You may not see it, fuck you may not even believe me, but tonight I’m going to show you what you do to me.”

  Rayna looked up at him then, hope blooming in her eyes.

  “You are?”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  Rayna placed her hand over his on her thigh under the table and squeezed.

  “I look forward to it.”

  He smirked, his hand sliding higher, his fingers twitching against her panty line.

  “I can’t wait to taste you, Rayna Claire.”

  Rayna’s heart skipped a full beat as she settled back into her seat.

  “Taste me?,” she wondered.

  His smirk turned into a smolder that had her eager pussy clenching.

  “That’s right, baby. I’m gonna use my tongue on you until the only flavor I’ll ever crave, is yours.”

  Andddd, there it is.

  There’s the Fury I’ve been waiting for.

  “Earlier, in the car, you asked me why I would want someone like you. I didn’t answer you then, but I think it’s important to answer you now,” Rayna said.

  Fury eyed her intently, waiting.

  “The Rayna Claire that loved Derek Hughes is dead. She’s gone, and no matter how badly I wish I could have her back, she won’t ever rise from the ashes of that clubhouse in Kentucky. I don’t want you to baby me or walk on egg shells because you’re afraid you’ll hurt me. I want you to handle me like you want to handle me,” She said heatedly.

  Fury didn’t say anything for a long moment as he studied her.

  “I’m not gentle.”

  “I don’t need gentle. I need you. I need to feel like a woman again, Ryder. I need to feel wanted, and you’re not the kind of man to half-ass things. Don’t short change me, okay?”

  Fury was just about to open his mouth when Amber showed up- and apparently she wasn’t backing down from her earlier mission to sway Fury’s attention in her direction.

  Her short-shorts seemed to be shrinking, because they were pulled halfway up her crack when she bent over the table to ask Fury if he needed anything else…

  Like her.

  Rayna eyed her as she sat back in her chair, her tongue flicking over her teeth as she considered her options.

  She could handle the situation like the old Rayna would- avoid confrontation entirely and let the tramp get away with outright disrespecting her- or she could handle it like the new, ruthless, Rayna would…

  Rayna watched as Amber ran her fingers along Fury’s forearm, her neon pink nails bright against his dark, tattooed skin.

  He just looked at Rayna, questioningly.

  “Excuse me? Amber?”

  The girl ignored her as she continued to ask Fury yet another asinine question.

  “Who did your tattoos? They’re, like, really awesome,” Amber said with a giggle.

  Rayna actively tried to refrain from vomiting in her mouth- how could she have ever thought this brainless twat was better than her in
any way?

  She may not have the tits or the ass she used to, but at least she did have a brain.

  Finally, when it looked like even Fury himself couldn’t scare her off, Rayna leaned forward in her seat and wrapped a bony hand around Amber’s forearm.

  Without mercy, Rayna yanked her down to her level.

  “Listen here, Amber, if you lay those trampy little hands on my man again, our tip won't be the only thing you’ll lose tonight. Do you understand me?”

  Amber’s eyes went as wide as the plates their dinners were served on before she nodded fervently.

  “I got it! I got it, just- let me go!”

  Rayna let go of hr arm and gestured towards their unfinished dinner.

  “We want our check.”

  “Of course,” Amber said before she scrambled off, her long hair swinging back and forth.

  Rayna sighed heavily and turned back around in her seat, startled when she felt Fury’s fist land on the table.

  “Rayna Claire, you never cease to surprise me.”

  She snorted and he caught her hand in his.

  “I’m serious. You scared the shit out of that girl.”

  “Yeah, well, she had it comin’.”

  “You don’t have to explain it to me, baby. I thought you’d lose it a lot sooner,” He said with a laugh.

  “Oh? Sorry to disappoint,” Rayna joked.

  He stood and held out a hand to her.

  “You never disappoint me.”

  Rayna knew then that their entire relationship dynamic had shifted.

  Things wouldn’t be the same after tonight, not for either of them.

  They should go into this thing with their eyes wide open, but a train wreck happened much the same way.

  You should look away, but you just can’t.

  Rayna had a feeling being with Fury was a lot like a train running off it’s tracks- dangerous, unpredictable, and equally as exciting as it would be terrifying.

  Challenge accepted.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rayna held onto Fury’s hand as they walked back to their motel. Their digs weren’t five stars, but Rayna didn’t need fancy. Not with Fury by her side.

  He was silent beside her, but the sexual tension was so thick she could have cut it with her razor sharp tongue.

  Fury would probably like that.

  As soon as their room number came into view, Rayna felt those butterflies come to life deep in her gut again.

  She was nervous as hell to finally let Fury have all of her.

  She wouldn’t be able to let him go.

  Not once they went all in.

  Fury unlocked the door to their room and waited for her to step inside.

  As she did, she felt his hands wrap around her waist.

  The room was entirely dark, but isn’t that what drew them to one another to begin with?

  The darkness?

  His calloused fingers made her shiver right through the thin material of her dress, but it didn’t bother her.

  His breath was hot against the back of her neck as he closed the door behind him.

  Once again, they were bathed in complete darkness.

  “I don’t know if I can do gentle, Rayna. I’m gonna try my hardest, but I don’t want to hurt you-”

  Rayna turned in his arms and captured his mouth with hers.

  Fuck gentle.

  Fuck being soft, and sweet, and boring.

  Rayna couldn’t handle gentle any more than Fury could.

  Maybe the old her would have preferred it, but not anymore.

  Fury met her desperation with a neediness of his own that threatened to overwhelm them both.

  His hands were everywhere all at once, singeing her nerve endings, making her gasp his name.

  Rayna ran her hands beneath his henley, needing to feel the heat of his skin against her palms.

  He was all rough edges and sinewy muscle where she was soft and smooth curves- they fit together perfectly.

  When his hands dipped below her waist and began to gather the hem of her dress in his grip, she kicked out of her flip-flops and let him glide it up and over her thighs.

  When he didn’t move to tug if off of her completely, she stepped away from him and pulled it up and over her head.

  Fury swore and reached for her, cupping her breasts as he bit his way along the her neck.

  Rayna’s hands were pulling at his shirt, attempting to rip it off, but he stopped her.

  “I said I wanted to take my time with you, baby. This isn’t taking my time.”

  “No, but I want to feel you,” Rayna whispered eagerly.

  “Believe me, you will. Take that sexy ass of your over to the bed, and lye down.”

  Rayna felt her way to the bed and startled when Fury flicked a light on.

  He looked down at her like she was some mythical creature there to taunt him, to lead him astray, but how do you lead a devil astray?

  You don’t…

  Rayna scooted backwards on the bed until her knees hooked over the edge.

  “Spread you legs, baby. Watch me take my clothes off,” Fury said roughly.

  Fuck yes.

  Rayna watched with wide eyes as Fury removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor beside her abandoned dress.

  That perfect body of his came into view, unobstructed by the darkness- he surely looked like a devil there to taunt her, there to fucking ruin her, but you can’t ruin what’s already been destroyed.

  His sultry eyes never left hers as his skilled fingers worked the button on his jeans, unbuttoning them just as slowly as he’d removed his shirt.

  Soon he was sliding them down his hips and she was staring right at his hard cock, throbbing against his muscular thigh.

  “You’re not wearing any underwear,” Rayna whispered.

  His cock jerked at the sound of her voice, thick and hard and velvety soft.

  "Not tonight,” He said.

  Rayna was blushing again, but she couldn't get another word out, because he was sliding out of those fucking jeans and suddenly he was naked…

  He had a lot of scars- that was the first thing she noticed- and it made her feel so much better about her own.

  He already knew the Blazin’ Eagles had done a real number on her mind, but he hadn’t seen the full extent of the marks they’d left on her body.

  Silvery lines and raised, pink, puckered flesh adorned his skin in more than one area, and Rayna took her time studying him.

  He didn’t make a move towards her at all and instead studied her as well.

  The lamplight didn’t allow for much hiding for either of them, but Rayna didn’t want to hide anymore.

  Not from Fury.

  “You’re so beautiful,” She whispered.

  Fury grinned and ran a hand along the length of his dick.

  Rayna was momentarily transfixed by the pre-cum leaking from the slick, red head of his cock. She'd seen her fair share at this point, but his was definitely worth the wait.

  “I’ve been called a lot of things baby, and beautiful ain’t one of ‘em.”

  Rayna thought that was one of the saddest things she’d ever heard.

  “I think you are,” She said with a shrug.

  He cupped her cheek and bent down to kiss her gently, his lips brushing against hers just enough to tease her.

  Fury’s movements were slow and measured, as if he were making sure that Rayna was comfortable.

  All it managed to do was make her even more aroused.

  Hot like lightning and loud like thunder, her blood roared through her veins and the only destination it seemed to have in mind was located further south.

  Rayna’s thighs fell apart of their own volition as he neared her, his musky scent wafting towards her; nicotine, motor oil, and something altogether Fury that had her falling in love with him all over again.

  “I’m gonna touch you now, Rayna. Are you ready?”

  “God, yes,” She whispered as she reached or him.
/>   He came to her willingly, like he always did.

  Even if things weren’t perfect, even if their lives didn’t include picket fences or puppies and rainbows, Rayna knew she had this; she had Fury.

  She had his steady hands and his loyalty and his protection…

  She had his heart.

  His mouth met hers in a flourish of tongue and teeth and whispered promises that didn’t fall on deaf ears.

  Rayna knew that both her and Fury needed this in a bad way; touching one another made them feel alive again, like their circumstances hadn’t bested them after all.

  For Rayna, it was the exact definition of rebirth when Fury caressed her flushed skin and spread her wide across the floral pattern beneath her.

  He ran his hands along the inside of her calves, circled around to the backs of her knees, pressed the pads of his thumbs against the insides of her thighs.

  Her hands fell into his hair, tugging on the thick strands as he pressed her deeper into the mattress with one large hand spanned around her waist.

  “Close your eyes, Rayna. Tonight I want you to feel me. I don’t want you to worry, I just want you to trust that I’m going to take care of you.”

  Rayna felt her knees jelly at his words, and she knew he meant them because his intense eyes were trained on her.

  Fury wasn't showing any signs of backing down, and Rayna shivered.

  Slowly, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

  “I know you told me you don’t need gentle, but that ain’t what this is. Tonight I’m going to learn you, and you’re going to learn me. Tonight you’re going to learn that you can trust a man again,” Fury rasped as he pressed a kiss to the skin just below her bellybutton.

  Rayna jerked at the sensation of his beard against her skin

  Rayna wanted to tell Fury that she did trust him, but the things he was doing to her body made it hard to breathe.

  Her eyes clenched closed as he pulled her body towards the edge of the bed, her knees hooked over his wide shoulders.

  Lying there like that, with her eyes closed and Fury’s hands on her, Rayna gave him what he wanted- her complete, and total trust.

  Rayna was gripping the bedsheets between her fingers, twisting them into a knot almost as tight as the one roiling in her belly at the idea of his sexy mouth on her.

  “Just relax, Rayna,” He whispered against her sensitive folds.

  He was so close, so fucking close to tasting her that she was practically arching into his mouth.