by K E Osborn
Honestly, though, with packages going missing, the Baron making his ugly presence felt in places he shouldn’t, Zero being locked up and in constant danger, plus this constant shit with Prinie being so fucked-up, I am continually out of my fucking depth.
I don’t know how Zero handles all the shit thrown at him while trying to manage a personal life—this shit’s fucking chaotic.
My eyes are heavy as I lean back needing sleep more than anything. But with everything going on, my mind will be racing so fucking fast I won’t be able to relax. The threat of retaliation from Hawke and his band of merry Militia rattles through my head. I rest my forehead on my fist, just taking some much-needed time out.
“You okay, pres?” I glance up as Ruby walks over with a cold longneck.
She places it on my table, and I rub the back of my neck. “Honestly, Rubes, I don’t fucking know.”
Her face falls. “Do you want me to get someone for you?”
I eye her up and down, I can see the appeal. She would’ve been a hot commodity back in Chicago as a club girl before Luc and she got serious. Maybe she’s what I need right now. A woman to talk to, who I can’t fuck up with. “Take a seat, Rubes.”
Her eyes shift to Luc, then back to me before slowly sitting in the seat opposite me.
“Don’t worry it’s nothing like that. I know you’re off-limits. That was decreed when you came to the club… club girl or not, the brothers all know you’re with Luc.”
She visibly relaxes. “Okay… then how can I help?”
“When a man is into a woman, but he can’t be with her for a solid reason, but the woman won’t accept that reason… how does the man make the woman see his point of view?”
She raises her brow, then sits taller. “Well, in all honesty, if the woman hasn’t given up on the man after he repeatedly tells her he can’t be with her, but it’s obvious the man is into her and is fighting it… then they just need to let all that baggage go and give it a try. If she’s still hanging around after he’s been a dick, then she really cares about him, and truthfully, he’s fucking lucky and doesn’t deserve her.”
My chest tightens. “Don’t hold back there, Rubes.”
She snickers. “I never do. I just wanna say that if this ‘man’…” she uses air quotes, “… really cares about her, then they will find a way. Love always finds a way in the end.”
“That’s fucking poetic of you.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s true. Look at me and Luc. A club girl and a prospect. We moved across the other side of the country to stay together. If you find something worth fighting for, Wraith, then fucking fight for it.”
As if on cue, Prinie walks back inside, sweaty as fuck from her workout. I have to say seeing her all hot and bothered like that has my cock all kinds of woken up. I focus in on her as she makes her way to the stairs, pulling her AirPods from her ears. Her eyes widen when she notices Ruby talking to me, and our eyes lock as she continues to walk, not paying attention to where she’s going and steps straight into the side of the pool table.
“Fuck,” she blurts out breaking our stare as she quickly turns, scurrying off up the stairs.
“Mm-hmm, there’s still fight in the both of you yet,” Ruby leans in whispering to me.
“I never said the man was me, or that the woman was Prinie. I was generalizing. You know… asking for a friend.”
Ruby giggles. “Sure thing, pres. Well, if I was your ‘friend’ and Prinie was the woman he was after, I would be following her up those stairs right about now. There are obviously things you, I mean they, need to talk about.”
There’s no point in even trying to hide it, Ruby knows for sure who I am talking about.
Hell, the whole club does.
I don’t know why I try to hide it anymore.
Maybe I shouldn’t.
Maybe I do need to just fucking fight for her.
“Thanks, Rubes.” I take a sip of the beer she brought me and stand.
She bites down on her bottom lip. “Go get her, pres!”
Walking quickly to the stairs, I take them two at a time, heading for Prinie’s room. My heart pounds when I reach her door while my head screams at me to back away. What would Zero think if he saw me right now. But the thing is, he isn’t here, and honestly, I don’t know when he’ll be back.
I need to take care of Prinie.
I need to take care of me.
I can’t keep fighting this. No matter how hard I try, it doesn’t work.
I gently wrap on her door, my stomach swirling in anticipation, but she doesn’t answer.
What the fuck is she doing in there?
She’s been so distraught lately.
Fear cripples me.
What if she’s done something?
I burst through the door, but all I see are her workout clothes strewn across her bedroom floor including her black lace panties.
“Fuck,” I murmur to myself as I close the door behind me trying to gather my self-control.
The heavy sound of water resonates from behind her bathroom door while my cock jerks behind the seam of my zipper.
She’s naked in there.
I came up here to talk, not walk in on her in the shower. This shit’s throwing me for a loop. I edge closer to the door, wanting to be near her but knowing this is crossing so many damn lines. My breathing deepens, my need for her growing stronger.
I press my hand on the door as I clench my eyes trying to gauge my next step.
What path do I take?
Can I control my urges?
I don’t ever want to hurt her like I did the first time.
I don’t ever want to get to a place where I can’t control myself around her.
But imagining her naked in there, her body flushed by the hot stream of warm water igniting her skin, it only makes me want to be the one to help her relax. To overwhelm her. I want to make her feel good. So much so, the thought of it is making my cock harder by the second.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I walk over to her desk, shrugging out of my cut, folding it and placing it neatly on the station. Inhaling sharply, I kick off my boots and socks, then shove them under the desk.
I let out a long breath as I walk to the bathroom, pause, then slowly open the door.
As I enter, the room is full of steam.
Prinie’s softly humming to herself. I don’t recognize the song, but the tempo is upbeat.
I step inside, closing the door with a soft click. It’s audible against the sound of the shower, and she gasps. Her shadow showing her back up against the wall.
“Is someone there?” her tone is slightly panicked.
I talk in a lowered voice, so I don’t scare her. “Just me.”
Prinie hesitates for a moment, then steps forward, the outline of her gorgeous body shadowing on the curtain. She grabs the edge pulling it aside, and her face pops out. Her hair’s up in a top bun, the loose tendrils wet and sticking to her face.
The sight in front of me is fucking incredible. Honestly, I’m having trouble keeping my shit together.
She eyes me up and down, but it is evident that confusion is running through her. “Is everything okay?”
I step forward, her eyes follow me while my hands gather at the bottom of my shirt. She follows my every move as I lift the cotton over my head.
“Wraith, what are you doing?” Her tone is breathy like she’s immediately affected.
I drop my shirt to the floor, moving my hands to my belt without saying anything.
Her eyes focus on my abs as her breathing hitches. “Wraith…”
I undo my pants, lowering them to the floor freeing my rock-hard cock. Prinie bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes instantly filled with lust as she clings to the curtain like it’s her lifeline.
“Wraith, I—”
“Just go with it, princess,” I murmur, kicking my clothes to the side as I shove the curtain aside. Rushing forward, my hands move to either side of h
er face pulling her to me. I step us back into the shower. My lips slam to hers, kissing her strongly, needy. My desire to own her is overwhelming.
Prinie’s back meets the wall as our naked bodies align, the same time the warmth of the water trickles between us like all this is a blessing from the gods.
She whimpers into my mouth—it’s my undoing.
I grind my cock against her, needing that friction while her hands slide up my naked back pulling me closer. My cock presses against her pussy, and I want to so badly to thrust up inside of her, but she’s worth more than that. My hand slides down between us, my finger finding her clit, and I begin circling.
Touching her feels so incredible, I have to control myself as I kiss her. My free hand clenches her hair as my tongue collides with hers. She whimpers into my mouth making me nearly come on the damn spot like a teenage boy. Hearing her coming undone at my touch fucking kills me. It makes the animal in me come alive. It makes me want to do things to her, it makes me want to force her to moan out when I wrap my fingers around her neck.
I’m a sick fuck.
I know it.
But I need to keep my head in this—she means too fucking much for that shit to come out.
I circle on her clit faster, harder. Both our breaths are short and sharp as I pull my mouth from hers. My mind is zeroing in on her neck. I want to feel it. So, I move my lips there, to satisfy the need, the ache inside me. My teeth run along the goosebumps of her skin as she rides out her pleasure.
“You better come for me, princess,” I demand.
Her head throws back against the wall, her hips rocking against my hand to help herself along. Needy bitch. I love it, though. Her nails begin to dig into my skin as adrenaline courses through me. I clench my eyes trying to fight the urges rising inside of me. Right now, I need to focus on getting Prinie to the edge and pushing her over. I slam my lips back to hers, kissing her strongly, deeply, as she begins to clench her thighs together.
“Holy shit,” she cries out, her body shuddering as she orgasms against my hand. Her face scrunches in the most delicious of ways. I thought it would feed the demon inside of me, I thought it would fuel the fire, threatening to burn us alive, but all it’s done is turn me the fuck on like never before. This need is different, less animalist, more carnal pleasure.
A low growl rumbles from deep in my chest as my hands move to her ass, and I hoist her up. Her arms quickly wrap around my neck as her eyes lock on mine. Her legs entrap me, and I line my cock up with her. She’s panting heavily as her autumn leaf colored eyes meet mine.
I hesitate for a moment just staring at her.
Last time we did this, it turned out terribly.
I’ve been avoiding this, avoiding Prinie for so long because I didn’t want that urge to take over again.
I don’t want to hurt her.
“You won’t do it again, Wraith.”
It’s not a question.
It’s not even a statement.
She simply believes in me.
A show of good faith.
I lean in, slowly pressing my lips to hers in a tender kiss. Her belief in me, even after everything, astounds me.
The kiss is slow, languid, purposeful as I back her up against the wall. Water pummels my muscles making me feel more alive than I have in over a year since I was last with Prinie. She can bring out the best, and the worst, in me. Right now, I think it’s the best. Somehow, she’s making me feel, and it’s not something many people have been able to accomplish in my life.
I kiss her like I fucking mean it. Letting her know exactly how I feel, even if I’m not so sure how that is just yet. My lips tingle, the electricity surges straight from my lips to my chest bursting into insatiable flames all over my body. She makes me burn for her in the best possible way.
Pressing my cock against her pussy, she pushes back. My tip slides in just a touch, and I moan, then I push inside halfway, her tight warmth enveloping me is everything I’ve ever wanted.
Prinie’s my home.
She’s my sanctuary.
Right here, I can be myself.
She breathes low and deep as I thrust up now deeply inside of her. Her hands run into my hair, pulling my lips to her throat—she obviously likes that.
I still for a moment, letting myself calm, but my cock throbs so fucking hard I need to control myself, or I might come before she gets any enjoyment out of this moment together.
“Fuck, Prinie, you feel better than I remember.”
She pants, her hands running through my hair, tugging slightly. “I need you to move, Wraith.”
I pull back, staring into her hooded eyes. “Patience is a virtue, princess.”
She wriggles. “Just fucking move... please,” she begs.
I laugh, pulling back, then thrust deeply inside of her.
She lets out a deep moan, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Oh fuck,” she pants.
I love watching her come undone. “Hang on, baby,” I tell her as my fingers clench her ass. I pull back, then thrust up inside her again, then out, rotate, then back in. She gasps, her heels digging into my ass as her hips rock against mine.
Then I feel her pussy clenching tight, and it’s the best fucking sensation in the world. I don’t know why I deprived myself of being inside of her for so damn long.
I need this.
I need her.
She’s everything, and right now as I fuck her hard against the shower wall, I keep my fingers tightly squeezing her ass. If my hands have to hold her up, they can’t wander to her neck.
We move together, in perfect synchronization.
The animal inside of me dying to come out to play.
But I won’t let him.
Not a fucking chance.
My balls tighten, squeezing with the pressure building inside of me. Prinie is bringing me to the edge with every rock of her hips.
I can’t imagine never feeling this again.
I plan on fucking her as often as damn possible.
The husky whimpers echoing from her throat only make me fucking hotter for her if that’s possible. She’s the only woman who has ever made me this worked-up for anyone in my life. Prinie has a way of making me lose myself, but not lose control. And it’s not just the fact that all I want to do is smother myself in her, I simply want to be a better person for her. I want to feel things I’ve never felt before.
Fucking her is so different.
I can control it.
I’ve fucked countless women in my life before Prinie, but none of them compare to how she feels wrapped around my cock right now. None of them have I maintained any sort of control around. None of them have felt like they were specifically made for me. We fit together like two parts of a puzzle, that when apart we don’t make any sense, but together we make a perfect picture. Even if that picture is murky and filled with so much insecurity right now.
I thrust up inside her deeper wanting to bring her to the edge. Her nails claw at my skin, only making this all the more exciting and intense for me. Her pussy clamps on my cock as she gasps. Her body quivers when she throws her head back in the heat of the moment. Her skin flushes bright pink as she pants with frantic breaths.
“Fuck, Wraith!” she calls out desperately as she climaxes.
Her restrictive pussy tightens so intensely around my cock, I can’t help but moan. My head falling into the crook of her neck, my teeth clamping down on the skin of her collarbone as my balls pull up so tight. The tingle shoots all the way from the heels of my feet to the swell of my balls while my cock throbs, my muscles tense all over, then I still, the sudden rush exploding through me like a thrill I’ve never experienced before, and I release inside of her before even thinking of pulling out.
My body instantly sags as I press her against the wall, so I don’t drop her. My legs turn to jelly as I pant trying to catch my breath. My lips linger against her neck—the thing I crave most about her—but for the first time, I didn’t let my addiction take over in
the moment.
I kept myself in check.
Maybe I can do this.
My hazy eyes lift from her neck.
Prinie’s smiling. “That was…” She can’t finish her sentence.
I press my forehead against hers, the water pounding around us making the room fog up as I finish her sentence for her, “Fucking addictive.”
She leans in pressing her lips to mine. “I knew we’d be fine. I trust you, Wraith. I always have.”
My chest warms in pride as I lean to kiss her.
She fucking trusts me.
WRAITH
I had no idea I could control myself like that. Prinie obviously had faith in me that I could, but me, I honestly didn’t believe I had it in me. It’s why I’ve been so adamant this last year that I had to stay away from her. Maybe we can do this. Maybe I can fight my urges when I’m with her. As I dry her down with a towel, her eyes linger on my body.
“What’s going through your mind, princess?”
I bend, running the towel down her long, toned legs. She slips her fingers into my hair with an exhale. “I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to experience that again.” Her fingers run down through my hair and start caressing my face. “I’ve missed you, Talon.”
Warmth floods over me, hearing her call me by my name. I stand, dropping the towel, pulling her to me. My lips lock with hers, and I kiss her deeply.
I’ve missed her.
More than she will ever fucking know.
Emotion swarms through me when I press my forehead to hers. “I fucking hated it when you left. It killed me because I knew I was part of the reason.”
She tightens her grip around me. “I know what happened scared you. I know you have urges, Wraith. Maybe you should talk to someone about it. Not necessarily a shrink, just someone you’re comfortable unloading on. It might help make sense of it all. About your past, about all of it...” She smiles. “Fox is a great listener.”