“On your hands and knees,” he rasps, voice shredded with restraint.
I move without hesitation, crawling onto the bed and bracing myself.
My breath hitches as I feel him behind me. Close, solid, radiating heat.
He doesn’t undress all the way. Just unbuckles his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a sharp snap that makes my pulse skip. His jeans fall just low enough, and then his hands are on my hips. Tight, claiming, not gentle.
“I meant it. You scared the hell out of me,” he growls. “I should bend you over every surface in this damn cabin for what you pulled.”
I glance back, breathless. “I’m right here.”
“Damn right you are.” His hand slides up my spine, fingers splayed, heavy with purpose. “And I’m not gonna be gentle tonight, Sage. You want this?”
I nod, heart thudding. “Yes. I want all of it.”
“That’s my girl.”
He slides into me in one deep, brutal thrust.
I cry out, fingers digging into the sheets as he fills me. There’s no easing in, no teasing. Just the thick stretch of him claimingme from behind, his hands gripping my hips like he owns every inch of my body.
“Fuck, you feel good like this,” he growls, breath hot against my neck as he leans over me. “Open. Obedient. Mine.”
Each thrust drives the air from my lungs. He pounds into me with raw intensity, rough and sure, like he needs to mark me from the inside out. His belt is still hanging from his jeans, brushing my thigh with every move. A reminder of what he is. Biker. Warrior. Protector. Mine.
“You think I was gonna let them touch you?” His hand wraps in my hair, pulling just enough to lift my head. “Think I’d let them breathe the same air as you without a fucking price?”
“No,” I gasp.
“Say it,” he snarls. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I pant. “Only yours.”
“That’s right.” He slaps my ass, the sting blooming into something hot and perfect. “This is mine. This mouth. This pussy. This life.”
I’m unraveling, body shaking, crying out with every deep, punishing thrust. He doesn’t slow. He doesn’t soften. He just keeps driving me higher until I’m nothing but heat and sound and surrender.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, voice ragged. “I want you to come on my cock while I fuck you like I own you.”
I reach between my thighs, fingers shaking, and the moment I touch myself I’m gone. I splinter with a scream, clenching around him, falling apart in the most glorious way.
“Fuck,” he grits, hands clamping down harder. “Look at you. So fucking perfect when you break.”
He slams into me one last time and groans low in his throat as he comes, filling me deep, his hips jerking, body shuddering over mine.
We collapse together, breath tangled, sweat-slicked and raw. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me back into his chest. His nose presses to my neck. We’re still joined, and I feel every beat of his heart against my spine.
“You’re never leaving my sight again,” he murmurs. “You’re mine, Sage. Mine to fuck. Mine to love. Mine to protect.”
“I know,” I whisper. “I want that. I want you.”
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, softer now. “Then you’ve got me. Every damn part.”
Chapter 10
Sage
Thenextfewdaysare a blur of police statements, strategy meetings, and long nights tangled in Havoc’s sheets.
