Lore enjoys dominating and topping us. Our lives are dangerous, and we make a million decisions every day. It’s nice to not have to think. Putting my cut in a safe place, I strip off the rest of my clothes and boots, leaving them in a pile on a chair. Wilder smirks as he dumps his clothes on top of mine, though he also places his cut in a safe place.
While I really want to punch him, I don’t want this to turn into a different kind of punishment. Lore enjoys using his belt across my ass and thighs when I’m being an exceptionally sexy asshole. Dropping to my knees in front of my president andlover, I watch as he drops the belt to the side, before unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling down his zipper.
The belt within reach is a warning to behave, and Wilder kneels patiently beside me, his eyes on Lore’s cock as he pulls it out. Lore’s leather pants sit low on his thighs, and the crown of his shaft is already freely leaking precum.
Licking my lips eagerly, I refuse to touch my own dick which is bobbing up and down excitedly. Lore is going to control every part of what happens.
“Drop your tongues,” Lore murmurs, watching as we open our mouths wide and do as he says.
Without hesitation, he drops the crown of his cock on my tongue, straddling my kneeling body to freely use my mouth. His cock feels like steel wrapped in velvet, and is very warm. My hands press against my thighs to keep me from fisting them as he groans.
Lore thrusts hard, forcing me to swallow his thick cock without warning. He hits the back of my throat before fisting my hair to tilt my head back the way he wants. My eyes water as he pumps into me, and I swallow hard around him to fuck with him. He wants me to be his warm hole, but I’m not submissive enough for that.
Wilder and I both have been whipped by Lore’s belt multiple times over the years. I came the last time, making a mess of Lore’s leathers. It was totally worth it when he fucked my ass without lube, and then made me take his knot.
I loved every fucking second of it.
“You’re such a brat,” Lore growls, echoing my thoughts. All I can smell is leather and raspberries, and the flavor of the fruit coats my tongue heavily. His cock gets more insistent, and I know then that this is going to be hard and fast. He wants to fuck his thoughts right out of his head.
He misses her too, and the President of the Knotted Anarchy doesn’t miss anyone. She’s a liability for him, someone that an enemy could use, yet there’s nothing to be done about it.
We’re already asking questions about her, stirring up interest. The only thing to do is find her, stalk her, and make her ours.
“Take it all like my good little whore,” Lore groans, beginning to blow ropes of cum down my throat.
I swallow every drop like a good boy, and then watch as he gives the same treatment to Wilder. It’s gonna be a long fucking night.
Chapter
Six
Three days later
STORM
My jaw is stillsore from Lore’s treatment of it, but it just makes me chuckle every time I feel it whenever I eat or smile.
Gazing down the street in Minneapolis, my lips purse as I worry about how fucking big this city is. Ace’s uncle was very tight lipped about Marie, and only told him that he does have her car.
Then he told him to leave “the girl” alone.
That’s impossible, so after we buttoned up the first part of our job, I took off to grow roots outside of his shop to watch for her.
We distribute stolen parts to car and bike shops for several Knotted Anarchy chapters. This way, we can keep as much of our income as possible within our little fucked up family.
Part of our club is currently running deliveries within a four hour drive of Minneapolis to the different clubs near here, whileWilder and Lore are headed up to see Devon two hours outside of Chicago.
Devon is Lore’s younger brother and the president of the chapter out there. He likes to check in from time to time since he recently rose to power. I don’t think it’s a bad idea, though I don’t love it when we’re separated.
Leaning forward, I watch as a redhead walks up the street toward Henry’s place, and my eyes narrow. It’s not the safest area. Just what is this girl doing?
I remain still as I watch her closely, wondering where she’s been laying her head at night. I’ve been waiting for her to use a credit card so it’ll notify me of where she’s staying, but nothing has shown up. For an omega who is broke, I doubt she’s using cash to pay for the things she needs. Glaring as she enters Henry’s shop in what appears to be jeans and a t-shirt, I wait to follow her home. It’ll be easier to do at a distance if she’s driving.
Thirty minutes later, she leaves on foot again, appearing dejected. Making a face, I’m glad there’s some traffic on the road so I can begin to follow her. There’s nothing inconspicuous about my bike, and I typically don’t care about it.
However, it’s difficult to be quiet, so I pull into an alley to hide my bike, jogging to catch up on foot behind her. As much as I despise leaving things that are important to me, Marie’s whereabouts are important too.
I get a few glances as I flip my curls out of my eyes, but it’s not a crime to walk on the sidewalk. Marie doesn’t look behind her once, and I’m getting more and more angry as I follow her.
