“Wraith,” she moans again, her fingernails digging into my sides for leverage as she grinds herself on top of me. “Yes, yes, Wraith, Wraith…” Her whimpers grow louder, more desperate as she reaches her peak.
Right before her orgasm hits, Athena’s eyes flash open, searing me with her lust. She looks surprised, confused, and so fucking turned on it hurts.
“Come for me, sweet goddess,” I whisper.
Athena leans forward, her lips meeting mine in a frantic kiss. I slip my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Her body grows tight, her muscles taut and trembling. I nip at her lips, pulling her bottom one through my teeth before diving back in for another taste.
Athena unravels so beautifully for me, gasping and moaning her ecstasy into my mouth as she rolls her body on top of mine. Unable to hold back any longer, I slide my hands up her smooththighs, gripping her hips and holding her still as I grind against her, scraping her clit with each thrust.
My angel tears her mouth away from mine, arching her back as she comes again, her climax devastating her gorgeous body, making her generous breasts and thick thighs tremble. I hold her close as aftershocks rattle through her, whispering soothing things into her ear before kissing her cheek.
Finally, Athena goes limp in my arms. I love feeling the weight of her body on top of me, her soft curves melting into the hard slats of my muscles, her shallow breaths tickling my skin.
“Oh my God, I’m… I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Shh, there’s nothing to apologize for,” I assure her, running my hand through her hair and letting the silky strands fall from my fingers. “You’re so beautiful, Athena. That was the best way to wake up.”
She pops her head up from my chest, giving me an uncharacteristically shy smile. Her cheeks are stained red, partially from her orgasms and partially from embarrassment. I kiss the tip of her nose, making her laugh. Closing my eyes, I savor the sound. From what I know about Athena, I don’t think she’s allowed herself to laugh in a long time. She hasn’t felt safe enough to let her guard down.
I know we have a long way to go still, but this morning was the sweetest, most precious gift she could have given me.
Athena leans forward, giving me the barest hint of a kiss before curling up on my chest once more. “Thank you,” she whispers. I know she’s thanking me for more than just this morning.
“You never have to thank me for taking care of you, little siren.”
“Am I a goddess or a siren?” Athena asks before letting out an adorable yawn.
“Both,” I murmur as I kiss the top of her head. “You’re pure magic. Otherworldly. I can’t believe you’re right here in my arms.”
My woman blinks up at me, sleep tugging at her eyelids and making it hard for her to keep them open. “Really? I always knew you’d catch me.”
I grin while Athena snuggles against me. “Why is that?”
She nods against my chest. “Because I let you.”
The adorable, sexy, feisty woman next to me falls asleep, her quiet snores reaching my ears in seconds. Athena is going to keep me on my toes… and I’m going to sweep her off hers every chance I get.
6
ATHENA
“Thank you for doing this,” Wraith says as he helps me out of the car. “We can use all the insight you have into the Sons of Destruction’s operation.”
I nod and take a deep breath, setting my sights on the front door of the Wicked Riders clubhouse. At least it looks cleaner and a bit more modern than the clubhouse my father was in charge of.
“I want them punished as much as you guys do, believe me.”
“I do, little goddess. Fuck, I do. I hate that you were part of any of this. Your fuckin’ father has a bullet with his name on it, swear to Christ…”
I wrap my hand around his, tugging Wraith closer to me. The rage in his eyes subsides when he looks at me. “I’m right here, okay? You’re keeping me safe, remember? We’ll take everyone down together.”
Wraith grins and bends down, pressing his lips to mine. I gladly open up for him, welcoming the sensual strokes of his tongue against mine. His hands slide down my body, resting on my hips. I loop my arms around his neck, not wanting this to ever end.
We finally break apart for oxygen, though Wraith looks at me with the same crazy, lust-filled gaze I’m giving him. “Meeting first. Then, more of that,” he growls.
I roll my eyes at his over-the-top reaction, but I secretly love it. How can someone as sexy, gruff, and yet sweet feel lucky to be withme? I’m… a big girl. Wide hips, thick thighs, rolls, and all. Wraith, on the other hand, looks like he benchpresses school buses for a living.
Wraith opens the door for me, but I hesitate. He takes me hand in his, and we walk into the clubhouse together. I can’t concentrate too much on the decor of the bar and dining area. My stomach is in anxious knots to meet the president and talk to him. The only other MC Prez I’ve met was my father, and, well… that ended poorly.
