by Violet Blaze
“I see.”
I put my hands on her shoulders and lean down, like I'm in fucking primary school or something, our lips brushing just barely, just enough to send heat curling through my body and blood into my thickening cock.
“Seeing you with that gun in your hand never fails to turn me on,” I whisper against Lyric's mouth, pulling away slowly and reveling in the fact that she follows, straining onto her tiptoes to reach my mouth, pressing her bare breasts against my midsection. Her nipples are pebbled points, the sensation of them tracing across my skin makes me groan low in my throat.
“You have mercy, Royal. And compassion. Never forget that.”
“Mercy? I shot a man in the face before he even got the chance to look me in the eye.”
“You didn't want to kill Rebecca. You tried to find a way out.”
“And I failed,” I snap, letting go of Lyric and moving a step back to lower the blinds. If that old bastard from next door gets up early to walk that little rat fuck of a dog of his, he'll see us and either call the cops or set himself up to watch—neither of which I'm keen to try on for size. “The fuck are we talking about this for?”
“I want you to know that I see something in you that … you've got the markings of a great leader, Royal. With you at the helm, I think the Alpha Wolves can be more than just drug running criminals.”
“Then you're mad as a bag of ferrets, Pint-Size. The club is what it is and that'll never change.”
“That's where you're wrong, Royal. I can see it. You're already changing things.”
Lyric moves around me and pauses next to the bed, unbuttoning her borrowed pants and letting them drop to the floor. They're so big, she easily steps out of them, dressed in a pair of lacy white knickers the looks of which I've never seen a day in my life. The woman must have a hundred pairs because I've yet to see the same panties twice.
They curve around her hips with a flicker of satin ribbon and drop down to cover her pussy in a V of see-through lace, revealing a naked patch of skin beneath that's just begging for the touch of my hands.
“You shaved,” I say as I raise both brows, sliding my fingertips under the lace and running them across the smooth flesh and down until I slip my finger between Lyric's thighs, finding the rewarding heat of her desire.
“Just a little,” she whispers, her voice trailing off into a moan as I tease her opening. “I groomed.”
“Well, bloody hell.” I remove my hand and lick my fingertips as Lyric reclines on the bed and leans into my mound of pillows, spreading her legs wide as I crawl up between them, pressing my mouth to the smooth skin of her inner thighs. There's nothing like it in the world, that soft delicious skin. My teeth graze up toward Lyric's delightfully sexy panties, kissing and teasing up both sides of the decorative V and then back down, to the wet spot that's already formed between her legs.
Lyric curls her fingers in my hair and closes her eyes, letting out a long, low breath that releases all the tension in her body.
I settle myself in for the long haul, fully prepared to worship her until long after the sun's come up.
My mouth skims up over her belly and past the awful fucking bruise, straight to the hardened points of her nipples as I palm her breasts and slide my thumb across the taut, tender flesh.
“So beautiful,” I tell her again, because I'm not at all sure that she believes it. “You know I fancy you something proper, don't you, love?”
Her smile makes me smile as I kiss my way up across her collarbone, her neck, her ear, before heading back down again, wrapping my arms around her thighs and tasting every single square inch of flesh from her knees to her belly button.
When Lyric's breath picks up and her hips rise towards my face, I oblige her, sliding my fingers under the soft lace of her panties and slowly dragging them down, over the round curve of her ass, and off. I toss them aside and lean back down, sliding my tongue along the smooth flesh until I get to the small patch of dark hair just above her clit.
My mouth grazes feather soft down the delicate folds, past her opening and then back up.
The girls wanted to know if I was gentle? Well, fuck, I'll show them bloody gentle.
I kiss Lyric's pussy like I'm kissing her mouth, soft and easy at first, just a press of lips. And then harder, pushing my tongue inside and tasting the sweet honeyed hotness between her thighs. The smell of her sex surrounds me, driving me insane, my hips working against the mattress of their own accord. I'll be lucky if I don't finish myself off in my pants before I'm done down here.
Lyric makes these breathy, feminine sounds that drive me on, my fingertips pressing hard into her hips, thumbs rubbing against her hipbone through that soft layer of flesh. She plays with her own breasts, kneading them and caressing her nipples with thin, pale fingers while I watch.
Once she's warmed up and writhing, sweat dripping down her sides, I move my hand to her opening and spread her folds, tasting the hot bud of her clit with a quick flick of my tongue, slowly increasing the pressure until she's wild and bucking against my face.
My fingers dive in, two and then three, working her warmth as she pulses and moves around my hand while my tongue continues his dirty work, sliding around and then over her clit, taking the bud gently in my mouth and teasing it with my teeth. Once I find a rhythm she really likes, I stick with it, working Lyric into a long, slow orgasm that makes her arch her back dramatically, raising her breasts up off the bed like she's offering them to me.
When she's done, panting and sweating and looking down at me with those big green eyes of hers, I slide up her body and kiss her full on the mouth, careful to keep my weight off of her.
“Closer,” she whispers against my lips and I smile.
“I'm trying not to hurt you, love.”
“You won't, if we're careful,” she says, and I lower myself down, my own body aching and groaning in protest. But then I settle in, holding and kissing her while my hips work against her legs and I wish for a split second there that I was a foot fucking shorter, so we could do this and fuck at the same time.
I make sure to trace every inch of her face with my mouth, kissing her eyelids, her nose, along her jaw. I memorize that face and I lock the memory down tight, push it aside with everything else. It's that bloody skill that'll save me if she leaves. Because if I have to think about her all of the goddamn time, I'll lose it.
Then again, maybe I'm counting my chickens before they hatch. Maybe Lyric won't leave at all? Maybe … I could actually have her as my wife, my old lady?
I can feel the ring I gave her grazing across the muscles in my back, teasing me with the possibility as our kisses get deeper and deeper, turning frantic.
Lyric reaches between us and I sit up, letting her unzip my pants and free my cock, taking me into her hands as I groan and let my head fall back. The feel of those soft, thin fingers teasing the tight, aching flesh is almost too much.
“Work me, Pint-Size,” I whisper as she strokes me with a featherlight touch, trailing her nails down the sensitive flesh, across my balls, and then back up again, strengthening her grip only when I let out a small growl of frustration, cracking my lids and grinning down at her small form. “You said you wanted me to be gentle, but I never said the same.”
“Oh?” Lyric asks, and then she squeezes me hard around the base of my shaft, making my hips move into her grip, working the slickness of my pre-cum down my cock. “Sorry about that. My mistake.”
“You're forgiven—this time,” I say and then groan when she sits up onto her knees and leans over, putting her ass in the air so she can suck me off. The hot heat of her mouth envelops me and I moan again, putting my hands on the back of her head as she takes me in as far as she can, lips stretching wide over the taut, thickened flesh. The painful feeling of need in my body is ratcheting up, making it feel like the skin around my shaft is hardly capable of holding it all in, all of the desire and want and desperation that I feel. I feel like I'm going to fucking burst.
; Lyric uses one hand to balance herself, the other cupping my balls in her palm, playing with me, teasing me, her tongue slicing lines of hot pleasure down my dick.
I let her fuck me with her mouth until I can't take it anymore, until my balls are tight and I feel like I'm about to lose my mind along with my body.
“Turn around,” I tell her as she slides her mouth off of my cock and looks up, the sight of that beautiful face bringing me that much closer to the edge. “Quickly.”
Lyric does as I ask, turning on the bed and lifting her ass. After a second, she pauses and grabs a couple pillows, shoving them under her hips as I grin.
“Don't trust yourself to stay upright?”
“Not at all,” she whispers as I grab her hips in my hands, the flesh soft and slick with sweat. When I put my cock to her opening, I can feel the scorching heat of her desire burning through me, and with a single thrust, I'm in.
My muscles clench tight, my jaw locking as I struggle to hold myself together.
“Pint-Size,” I grind out, but that's about as far as I get before I'm moving, pushing against the soft round curves of Lyric's hips and ass, loving the sounds our bodies make when they come together, the heady hot scent of sex in the air around us.
Through the blinds, I can just make out the sun on its way up into the sky.
Lyric pushes hard into me and groans, surprising me as she slides a hand over those stupid fucking pillows and touches her clit, encouraging me with the movement of her fingers. I try to match her pace, keeping up with the frantic circles she's rubbing as my cock slips into that pulsing warmth and slides free. I slam back in, all the way to the base, my eyes on the woman that's supposed to be my future fucking wife.
And then I'm not so gentle anymore.
I fuck her into the pillows until she collapses and it's mostly just me holding her up, the groans from her throat turning into panting screams as I reach down and grab a handful of her hair with my right hand.
I don't say a damn word and neither does she, her body rocking against mine as I thrust my hips against hers, pushing deep, filling her up and loving the way we fit together.
Lyric comes first, clenching around me, milking me, stealing an orgasm screaming from my lips with a groan as I pump a few last times and collapse, pulling her body against mine as I roll to the side.
“Jesus, Royal,” she says, but the words are whispers, not at all like she's complaining. “What was that for?”
Because you're fucking mine, is what I want to say.
Instead, I take several deep breaths before I answer.
“Because I love you,” I say instead. And I'm going to bloody miss you when you go.
Yet again, I'm denied the luxury of sleeping in with my woman tucked up against me.
Two hours after falling asleep, my phone goes off and I'm up, showering and trying not to wake Lyric. Doesn't work. She gets up anyway.
“Are you going into the compound?” she asks with a yawn, dark circles under her eyes as she stares at me, naked and dripping from the shower. I smile as her nipples pebble beneath her borrowed t-shirt and her thighs clench tightly together.
“Yeah, I am. I thought you might want to sleep in. I'll send a guy to tail you today, although I doubt there's anyone left around here to worry about.”
“I want to go,” Lyric states flatly. “If that's okay with you. I'd like to … I want to stay with you today.”
I nod, pausing and then tossing my towel aside to step close to her.
“Is there a reason for that?” I ask as I run my fingers down the side of Lyric's jaw, tilting my head as I study her heart-shaped face.
“You mean a reason beyond …” Her eyes stray to my rapidly hardening cock as I grin. “Beyond simply enjoying your company?” she finishes, slightly breathless. “Yes.” A sad smile as she redirects her gaze back up to mine. “After last night, I don't much feel like being alone.”
A sentiment I can agree with.
I step forward, pick her up and set her ass on the edge of my bathroom counter.
An hour later, we finally make it out to my bike and down to the compound.
Lyric and I do a walk around of the property together. The amount of shit that needs to get done here makes my head spin, but I make Mick walk with us, cataloguing every minute detail I can think of and getting him to write it down.
Our losses are bad; the cartel's are worse.
And now we have more bodies to deal with than we know what to do with.
“Get a group together and head into the forest. Glacier knows an old logging route that'll get them deep. Dig a mass grave and dump them all. The boys can take whatever pickups are still running.”
Lyric doesn't cringe at my words, but her face pales a little and we exchange a long, careful look. Mick ignores it and grunts under his breath, looking at the two of us like there's something he wants to say but isn't sure how.
“Well?” I ask when I'm tired of trying to figure out his fucking expressions. “Out with it.”
“I just wanted to tell Lyric … thank you,” he mumbles under his breath, nodding his chin at her like she's a soldier in the military instead of my old lady. “Not just for last night, but for last week, too.”
“I appreciate the acknowledgment,” Lyric says as we pause outside the clubhouse and go silent at the crack of thunder in the distance. Well, hell, like that's not at all ominous. Son of a bitch.
“I'll get started on this,” Mick says, lifting his notepad and smiling sharply at us. “It's going to be a long fucking weekend.”
“No shit,” I say as I slip out a pack of cigarettes and slide one out. Feels like I haven't had a smoke in weeks and God knows I need one. “Sure you don't want to take up smoking?” I ask Lyric as she watches me, hands on her hips, the scars on her cheeks slowly fading away to nothing.
“Are you trying to corrupt me in every way possible?” she asks as I pull in the scent of tobacco and keep it trapped in my lungs for several seconds before exhaling. Holy shit, that feels good.
“Might be,” I say with a grin and a wink, stopping when I realize that Dober's on his way over to us. I do not fucking feel like dealing with his shit this early in the day. “You'd best be on your way with an apology,” I tell my VP, trying not to think of Landon and failing miserably.
And now his wife is dead. No matter what she did to him, he wouldn't have wanted that. He would've wanted me to let her go. At least I know where her kids are. Mick hacked into her email and found several messages from her mother in Fresno, inquiring about when she'd be back in town with Dayna.
Jesus. And now all three of her adult children are dead. What the fuck have I done?
Dober stops in front of Lyric and me, stroking his hand down his beard, his eyes dark as tinted glass and just as difficult to see through.
“Last night,” he begins as he looks mostly at Lyric, glancing only briefly in my direction. “I made a mistake, something that never should've happened. You more than proved yourself by protecting the girls once. Yesterday, I wasn't thinking clearly. And I was disappointed. You might not agree with this, but I just don't see club business as your business. I didn't want you out there and when I thought I saw you fleeing, I was relieved. I didn't pay attention to where you were going and it almost cost me. You. All of us.” Dober takes a deep grumbling breath, like he's trying to remember the words to a long and complicated script. I sense Janae's hand in this. “What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry, Lyric. If you'll still have me, Janae and I would love to be witnesses at your wedding on Monday.”
“I'd love that,” Lyric whispers, but her voice is hoarse and scratchy when she says it, reaching out a hand to shake Dober's. My blood goes cold and I close my eyes tight, smoke trailing from the fag clutched between my fingertips.
“Boss …”
“You fucked up. Mug fucked up. I'm tired of people fucking up when I ask for help with the most important goddamn person in my life.” I open my eyes again and lock gazes with Dober. I
hope he can see how serious I am right now. I've had it. These are my brothers, and this is my club, but Lyric is my old lady. That's fucking sacred. “Next time someday fails to do what I asked, I'm shooting them through the foot in honor of my wife-to-be. I mean that shit. Spread the word.”
Dober grunts in his usual noncommittal way, letting the air clear for a moment before speaking again. It's back to business, as usual.
“The fence is fixed and both the alarm and the security feed are back online. We've assessed the damage to all of the vehicles and the buildings, but it doesn't look like there's much we can't take care of in-house, provided we have the supplies.”
“Put together a purchase order and have Janae get everything we need. And get the boys to scrap all the vehicles they left behind last night. Sell what you can for parts and dump the rest.”
“Got it,” Dober says, nodding one last time at Lyric and heading into the clubhouse as I sigh.
“Maybe they're finally considering accepting me?” Lyric asks as she raises a brow and looks back at me.
“Looks like it,” I tell her, but I can't help wondering if it's too little, too late.
It's so surreal, sitting in the sunshine outside the clubhouse, watching people move around the compound like nothing at all happened last night. It's the complete opposite of what happened Monday night, with the press surrounding the police station, circling like sharks.
According to the world, nothing officially happened here.
I didn't kill anymore men. I didn't almost shoot a pregnant woman. My fiancé didn't actually shoot a pregnant woman.
I put a hand to my belly and suck in a sharp, long breath. Not only does the bruise just hurt continuously, but my memories are making me sick. Mia's face flashes in my mind again, turning the bright sunshine gray as the images overtake me.
I sit back, waiting for Royal, and put my hands on the bench, looking up at the jagged gray clouds in the sky.
“Hey.”
I drop my chin and find Serenity standing in front of me, her blond hair swept over one shoulder, the bits that are dyed red fluttering in the wind. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, but she's smiling.