My chest aches as images of the night flash behind my eyelids, but I have to shove it deep down. I have to push down this feeling of guilt, anger, and inferiority so I can be there for her.
I promised her retribution, and I meant every single fuckin’ word of that vow. What I didn’t get to promise her is everything else.
Everything I should have said before.
I should have told her that nothing between us was ever a mistake, that I want her, that I’ll protect her.
She doesn’t know how I feel as I cradle the back of her head and open my mouth to hers; she doesn’t know that this moment means fuckin’ everything to me, and I’ve never felt this way in my entire life.
I’m just a motherless boy raised by a man who loathed my existence, who was never meant to have big dreams.
And I truly didn’t, I never had high expectations of myself or what my life would be, but as Lily’s scent wraps around me and I swallow down all these dark emotions that I can’t bear to face right now, the reality of everything hits me. She’s the larger-than-life thing I could be a part of. The club can be my legacy. Once I burn it to the ashes, it can rise again like a phoenix.
I can become a better man because it’s what Lily deserves. She loves the club, she never wanted to leave, and now I can make it a place worth living for.
“I’m goin’ to take care of you,” I promise her wholeheartedly. She hums at my words, either not understanding the depth, or not caring.
Thank fuck she gave me her consent before I touched her or I don’t know what I’d do. I know I threatened her, and I meant it. Eventually, her heat would be so bad she’d be begging me for relief, but I didn’t want my first time with her to be tainted with that memory.
At least I know she wants this.She wants me.
I hope she still does once she knows everything. If she doesn’t, I’ll understand and let her live her life. But I’ll live the rest of my life knowing I lost the best thing that ever happened to me.
If this heat is all I get, I’m going to make it the best I can under the circumstances. The room isn’t anything special, it’s not the nest she deserves, but we’ll make do with what we have.
My hand travels from her jaw over the tops of her breasts to her peaked nipples under the worn cotton shirt, and I graze my thumb over each bud. Her back arches, her body clearly oversensitive with her heat starting and whatever accelerant those cunts gave her.
My anger must be written on my face as she uses her thumb to smooth out the wrinkle of skin on my forehead.
“Sorry, darlin’. Nothin’ you did. You’re perfect,” I tell her, worried about how much of her rational mind is at the forefront and how anything I say or do could cause her distress.
She clearly likes my praise as she grabs my hand and slides it down the plaid boxers she’s wearing. It’s reminiscent of the night I stormed into her room to stop her from showing everyone online her sweet cunt… only this time, it’s my fingers touching her.
I think I might pass out as she glides my fingers over the slick dripping down her pussy.
Her scent is so thick that my knot is already swelling inside of my pants, my body nearly commanding me to jump on top of her and rut the fuck out of her until she’s round with my baby.
I hold my breath for a moment, trying to collect myself.
I don’t know if she’s on birth control or not.Fuck.
I’ll need to have Axel pick up some morning-after pills or some shit, because there’s no way we’re getting through this heat without someone coming inside of her. I certainly don’t have a condom on me or the self-control to look around this house for one.
“You need to be full, don’t you, baby?” I ask her as I slide two fingers inside of her wet, warm center. We both moan as I move inside of her.
“It’s goin’ to feel so good with my cock deep inside of you.”
“Yes,” she agrees with a nod, her slick-covered hand going to the hem of her shirt to tug it over her head.
Her breasts are perky and round, just perfect, and I can’t help but to lean down to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking as I continue to finger her. My hand is covered in wetness, and I find myself wanting to cover myself in it, soaking up her scent and marking me as hers.
It’s like a compulsion: I can’t stop, pulling my fingers out of her pussy causes her to whine as I suck my fingers in my mouth and trail them down my chin.
I need her scent on me, fuckin’ everywhere.
An irritated noise leaves her, but as I rip off my shirt and wipe her slick over my skin, she preens.
Lily tugs her bottom lip into her mouth as she watches me. It’s her first time seeing me shirtless, and I’m marking myself up with her scent. Her pupils blow wide with lust as I stand from the bed, taking the rest of my clothes off of me.
