“I’m going to come.”
I sucked harder then, that little nub swollen and hard, sliding two digits inside her pussy, another at her asshole. She shuddered as the walls of her cunt throbbed, and when I pushed into her ass, she called out my name, pressing so hard against my face all I could breathe was her.
And I fucking loved it. I sucked in breath, savoring the scent, the feel of her coming apart at my hands, her pussy dripping into my mouth, juices covering my chin, my face. Christ, I could come from this alone.
“Oh…God, that —”
“We’re not done yet.”
I sat up a little, pulling her down to kiss her, her mouth as greedy as her cunt. I turned her then so she faced away from me and pushed her down over my cock, which she swallowed while giving me a full view of her ass.
“Deeper, Aria.” I’d have to help her in a minute, but, first, I wet my finger inside her pussy and put it back to her asshole, playing with that tight ring, smearing her juices all over it. She stopped sucking, panting instead as I pushed in. “Look at me.”
She craned her neck to do what I said as I fucked her ass with my finger.
“You like having me play with your ass, don’t you?”
She nodded, swallowing, unable to hold my gaze for that moment.
I grinned. “You’re greedy.” Pinching her clit, I made her come again. Christ, she was fucking amazing when she came. Her mouth would go tight at first then soft, her eyes closing then opening again, searching for mine, as if needing to keep me in her sights.
“You…” she said. “Let me…”
She knelt by my lap so I could get a better grip on her hair and worked her over my cock. It wouldn’t take long and she was a good girl, opening wide, gagging when I pushed too far too fast, but taking me deeper and deeper, and, watching her face, her mouth stuffed with my cock, one of her hands closed around the shaft, I came. Holding her still, her mouth wide, I shot inside her, my cock throbbing, sending my seed deep into her throat.
Chapter Eleven
Aria
I felt so tender that straddling the motorcycle hurt. When we got to the bar that night, it was already crowded. Zane scanned the lot, paying attention to sounds too distant for me to pick up on. I noticed the lamps that were out had been repaired, lighting up every dark corner of the lot.
“Where’s my car?”
“At Mark’s garage. He’ll get it fixed up for you. You needed a few other things done in addition to the window and hood, like brakes.” Zane gave me a sideways glance.
“I still had a few miles left on those.”
“M-hm.”
Inside, although he looked around casually, I knew he was taking in every face there. It was one of the things that had changed about him. Even though he seemed to be at ease, a sharpness in his eyes told me he was wound tight, not leaving anything to chance. Not trusting anyone. “Go into my office and wait there.”
“Why can’t I stay out here with you?”
“I need to talk to Fly. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“I want…”
He turned to me, taking hold of my arm and backing me toward the office door. “I don’t care what you want right now, Aria. I said I’d be there in a minute. Now get your ass into my office. If I have to take you there…”
He let that hang. His tone combined with the tightening of his jaw told me I should just go, but I’d never been one to take direction very well.
Folding my arms across my chest as best as I could with him gripping one, I squared off to face him.
“What will you do?”
I wasn’t sure if I’d pushed too far, but when he grinned, I knew I had. Turning me toward the office, he nudged me forward. “I’ll show you.”
I tried to pull free as he walked me inside and released me to lock the door behind us.
“Sometimes you act like a kid,” he said, unbuckling his belt.
I took a step backward, not sure what was going to happen.
“And you’re in some trouble here,” he continued, pulling it out of its loops in one go and doubling it over. “There’s a lot going on around you, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He gripped the buckle before turning to me and slapping the folded leather against the palm of his other hand. “And you listen like shit.”
“What are you doing?” My heart fell to my belly when the backs of my thighs hit the desk.
“I’m teaching you how to do as you’re told. Bend over the desk and bare your ass.”
The room seemed to shrink around us as he stalked toward me while I stared, wide-eyed, certain I’d heard incorrectly.
“You heard me. Bend over and take your jeans down. You made me walk you in here. You going to make me hold you down for your ass whipping, too?”
“Are you…oh my God, you’re serious.” I scooted around the desk fast.
But Zane’s smile only grew wider. “I don’t mind making you.” He came for me, and I moved to the other side. “I like it, in fact.” He made like he was taking a step in one direction, but as soon as I took one in the other, he caught me, pushing me facedown over his desk, knocking stacks of file folders and a cup containing pens and pencils onto the floor.
I fought against him, but he easily kept me pinned, laughing as he did, reaching to undo my pants and tugging them and my panties halfway down my thighs and, with one hand on my lower back, he snapped the belt over my bare ass.
“Ow! Fuck. Motherfucker! Fuck!”
He laughed out loud and did it again then again.
“Are you fucking… Ow! You’re insane.”
It hurt like — Christ, it just hurt! I spat every profanity I knew at him trying to free myself — which was a joke — while he whipped me. It must have been fifteen strokes before he finally stopped, my ass throbbing and hot with pain.
But he didn’t let me up when it was over. No, he kept me pinned, and I craned my neck to glare at him only to find him undoing his jeans, his cock springing free, thick and hard as ever.
“Forgot to mention what whipping a woman’s ass does to me,” he said, kicking my legs wide and positioning himself behind me, slapping my ass hard once before gripping my hips and pulling my cheeks apart, raising his eyebrows when he returned his gaze to mine. “Same thing getting your ass whipped does to you, it looks like?”
I ground my teeth together, feeling the heat of embarrassment flood my neck and my face. “Fuck you.”
“Say it again.” He smacked my ass again, thrusting into me as he did. “Again.”
“Fuck you.”
Another smack, and my clit throbbed, the sting of his hand on my freshly whipped ass leaving me burning, wanting. I’d always known I was like this. It was what I fantasized about when I touched myself. It was what had always gotten me off. Pain. Humiliation.
And it had always shamed me.
“Fuck you,” I said again, this time more quietly, our gazes locked, no grins, no anger, just us.
Zane reached to grip my hair with one hand and dragged my head backward while laying the hardest smack yet. Pressing my face into the desk, he leaned his body over mine, fucking me. His breath came hot on my shoulder before he licked then closed his mouth over that spot, the action making me moan while his hair nuzzled my face. His thrusts came deep, each one calculated, his cock swelling inside me. I reached to rub my clit, feeling his balls slap against my hand as he thrust faster and harder, and at the moment that I called out, he bit into my shoulder, sending me flying.
The only sound was that of our combined, ragged breathing. Zane had stilled inside me, his throbbing cock still filling me as he shuddered once more before sliding out of me, his seed spilling down my thighs as he pulled my panties and jeans up, turning me to face him, kissing me so hard it hurt.
“Don’t clean yourself. I want my cum on you. I want you to feel me on you and I want everyone out there to smell me on you.”
I swallowed, nodding.
“And we’re going to talk about this shit later,
but, for now, you stay put, understand?”
I nodded again.
“Don’t fucking push me, Aria.”
“I won’t.”
Zane looped his belt through his jeans, watching me. He ran a hand through his hair, his fierce gaze a final warning before he walked out of the office.
I didn’t know much about sex. I’d been a virgin until last night. But I’d read enough and seen enough online to know what turned me on. Even before I understood what it was, I’d learned it had a name and that others practiced it, too. I knew what got me off. And now, sitting here with the mess of Zane’s seed in my underwear, feeling him there, smeared into me, I felt like I belonged to him, felt like I was his, and, for the first time, I realized it didn’t have to be fantasy.
Even though it was hardwired in me, and it was something I had no control over, it had shamed me. Even knowing there were hundreds, thousands, hell, millions of people like me, it had still shamed me. Now Zane knew. He was dominant, but there was a difference between being dominant and pushing a woman over a desk, baring her ass, whipping it, and admitting it gets you off. Knowing that made me smile.
I went into the small bathroom, moving slowly, all of this too much to process. I pulled the T-shirt over my shoulder and saw where Zane had bitten me, remembering the moment when it had stung.
Blood smeared my shoulder. He’d broken skin with his teeth.
Chapter Twelve
Zane
She’d gotten wet when I’d whipped her.
“Hey, Z, get your head out of your ass and get over here.” Fly interrupted my thoughts. Just as well. I did need to get my head out of my ass. Or out of Aria’s ass.
“Find out anything about the wolves?”
Fly shook his head. “But there’s word of a war brewing. Some of Savage Blood turned up here earlier. I’m telling you Ace is up to no good and working against your father.”
“You know what? That doesn’t concern me anymore.”
“Well, it better fucking start concerning you. Ace is worse than Cain. Cain at least has some remorse.”
“And how do you figure that?”
Fly smiled, wiping spilled beer off the counter. “You figure it, too, kid.”
He hadn’t called me kid in a long time. Not since that first night when I’d shown him I wasn’t a kid. He still wore the scar to prove it.
That same nagging thought came back, the one that said that maybe, just maybe, my father hadn’t been lying. That maybe he had been trying to make amends when he’d sent me to hunt for Bryan. To bring him home. If that were true though, then I’d fucked up even worse than I thought.
But before I could consider it further, a sound caught my attention. From the way Fly jerked his head toward the noise, I knew he heard it, too. Glancing at the office door once, I walked to the front of the bar to greet my new visitors.
“Z,” Fly called before I went out.
I turned to him.
“You need me?”
I shook my head. “Make sure she stays put.”
He nodded, and I walked out the door. There, climbing off their bikes, were six of Rage’s biggest men. I recognized them from their jackets. The only one I knew by name was the one who climbed off last, the largest of them all: Xander Marks. Alpha of Rage, and Aria’s grandfather.
I stood a few feet from the door, my eyes locked on my visitors. Xander’s soldiers watched me, bodies stiff, fists clenching and unclenching, readying for battle while their leader took in the lot, the bikes and trucks parked there as well as the building itself. I saw him pause at the window to my office, but the shutters were still closed. Although he didn’t need to see to know she was there. He would pick up her scent.
He finally turned to me, stepping closer, assessing. He stopped a few feet away. “Zane.”
“Xander.”
“I’ve heard about this place. Seems like you’re doing good business.”
“Business is fine.” He came for one reason and one reason alone: to take back his granddaughter. But I had no intention of giving her back. I realized in that moment, in fact, that I’d fight to keep her.
“How’s your father? Heard you paid him a visit recently.”
Fuck, the man knew. Which meant he also knew about the black rose in Aria’s car.
“You making it your business to keep up with my business, Xander?”
He smiled and adjusted the cuffs on his suit. Funny that he wore a full suit yet rode a bike like he’d been born on one. He was clean cut, good-looking, standing tall and proud, with the only hint of who he truly was the colorful ink that crept along his neck — Rage’s logo forever painted into his flesh.
“When your business interferes with my own, you bet I do.” The grin he flashed was toothy. He wasn’t here to make friends. How had he handled Derek when the man had come for Heather? “You have something here that belongs to me, son.” Ah, there it was. Cutthroat Xander, Alpha of Rage.
“I wouldn’t take something from you.” It was true. I hadn’t taken anything. It — she — had come to me.
I was stalling though. Unsure how to handle this, knowing it would come down to a fight, and even with Fly’s love of a good fight, we were outnumbered. We’d lose.
“Let’s cut the bullshit, son.”
“I’m not your son.”
“No, you’re not. Shame. I’d have made something out of you.”
I straightened my back. Rising to my full height, I had two inches on him.
“I will ask you exactly once to bring her to me. Otherwise, I will go in there and get her myself, and I swear I’ll kill every motherfucker in there on my way.”
“She came to me. She sought me out, not the other way around. And, from what I’ve heard, you’re not winning granddaddy of the year anytime soon.”
One of the men took a step toward me, a growl coming from his chest, but a snap of Xander’s fingers and he stopped. Xander closed the distance between us until we stood two feet apart. It would take me seconds to shift if I had to. But I didn’t want to have to.
“Someone put a hit on her,” I offered.
“So I’ve heard.”
“She’s under my protection.”
At that, he laughed He outright laughed in my face, leaning back, glancing at his men who then chuckled as well. Sad thing was, he was right, considering the past.
“If I recall, Bryan was under your protection, too. Or so you’d led him to believe.” I heard someone cock a gun and looked at the man, questioning. Xander answered me though. “Easier,” he said. “Less mess to clean up, less clothes to tear apart.” He was talking about it being easier to kill with a gun than shifting to fight. He was talking about it as if killing me was the most casual thing in the world. The man raised his gun and took aim. “You’re a fucking liar, O —”
“Stop!”
Fuck! Did she ever fucking listen? Ever do as she was told?
All eyes turned to Aria as she came running out of the bar, Fly right behind her, shaking his head.
She looked at the man who held the gun then at me, and, finally, at Xander. I’m not sure anyone took a breath in that moment, but I watched her face, saw it tightening, eyes narrowing. Shaking Fly’s hand from her shoulder, she walked slowly toward me and took my hand, glaring at her grandfather. That was when Xander’s nose went up into the air, and I had no doubt what he had scented, what he now knew. And when his raging eyes trained back on me, I also knew he was pissed as fuck.
“You claimed her?” he roared.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Fly grab Aria away as I lunged at Xander, meeting his stride, shifting as we collided. Aria screamed. More men shifted, and the battle began, Fly joining me, Xander at my throat, me at his, jaws tearing at me from all directions. If it were he and I, we’d be evenly matched. I was Alpha, too, or made to be that. This man didn’t scare me, but there was no way I could fight him and his goons off.
But when in my periphery I saw her move, saw her pick up the gun the
man had discarded, and take aim then change her mind, point into the air and shoot, I had to stop. We both had to. Killing each other would not save Aria and, ultimately, we were after the same result.
He must have known it, too, because we both backed away, the fighting around us coming to an abrupt halt charged with aggression. I faced her. I wanted her to see me, to have no doubt as to what I was. This was truth. This was reality. I was a killer.
Her hazel eyes met mine, a sheen of tears over them. She stared, trembling, looking me over, taking in my size, the black of my fur, the length and sharpness of my teeth. I was far more deadly than that blade she carried in her boot or the gun she let drop from her hands.
Taking a step back, she ran into the bar.
Chapter Thirteen
Aria
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.”
Fuck! My hands needed to stop shaking so I could lock the damned door.
Lock the door. How pathetic. Those — things — a lock on a door wasn’t going to keep them out.
But I did it anyway, finally, and sat down on the couch, hugging my knees to my chest, trying to stop shaking.
What the fuck had I just seen? What in hell was that? I rubbed my eyes, smearing tears across my face. I’d thought Zane was — what? What did I think he was doing when he was telling me those things about the packs? About Bryan? About me? He’d said he was from Savage Blood and that my grandfather was from the opposing pack, Rage. He’d said he’d left because he’d thought his pack had put the hit out on my family. And now, on me? Were those — animals — what had killed my mother and brother? Had they also killed my father? Would they kill me? Is that what those three wolves that had shown up when I’d been cleaning up the broken glass in my car had intended to do? Tear me to pieces? And Fly. I’d seen him shift tonight, too. He’d been the one to save me that night with the three…dogs.
A shudder shook me.
“Aria?”
I jumped. It was Zane, knocking on the door.
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