Her eyes widened, and she looked shocked, more shocked than she had a few minutes ago. “Uh…I can explain.”
“You wanted my protection, but I wouldn’t have denied you if I knew, Rowan. I don’t like being lied to.”
A single tear fell down her cheek. I moved my hand to cup her face, a thumb sweeping over her cheek to wipe it away.
“I don’t like you crying more,” I grumbled. “I will always protect you, Rowan.”
“Why? Why me?” she asked, and the question was loaded. I didn’t know how to answer, because I didn’t know the answer myself.
“Women aren’t allowed in here,” I told her, smoothing an errant piece of her hair behind her ear. “Did you know that? I broke my own damn rule for you.”
“Wh-wh-why?”
“Because you’re mine,” I said, moving to seal my lips over hers. She kissed me back, almost instantly. Her arms winding around my neck. I pushed her up into the door, her leg coming up to rest over my thigh as I ground my hard cock into her. Swallowing her gasps and moans, I kissed her with everything I had…because it was hers to take.
Finally, when I needed to breathe, I pulled away from her, resting my head against hers. “Tell me to fuck off now, Rowan, because if you don’t…I’m taking you upstairs and we ain’t leaving my room all weekend.”
She didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t do a thing. The one thing I noticed was she didn’t make a motion to leave.
When I stepped back, which took everything in me to do, I looked into those molten eyes and I knew. She was mine. I pulled her from the door, bending to throw her over my shoulder and unlocked the door.
“What are you doing?” she squealed, as I walked her out of the Chapel and down the hallway toward the staircase, passed those who had come back into the clubhouse from outside, passed the club whores who would relay everything to Tee and Tori.
“I’m claiming what’s mine,” I growled, swatting her on the ass, and throwing a knowing look toward Maverick and Chaos who both tipped their bourbon glasses toward me with a smile.
Mine, all fucking mine.
Rowan
The second the door was closed, he put me down, steadying me so I didn’t topple over. My pussy was throbbing for him, wetness pooling between my legs, heart racing.
Closing his door behind him, he stood there, a hulking hunk of a man who had every intention of doing what I had wanted for far too long.
“Come here, Rowan.”
It wasn't a request, and I knew it. But, I also knew that if I wanted to leave, he’d let me. He was a beast, sure, but he had morals.
My feet were moving before my brain had caught up. Stopping just out of his grasp, I saw the way his eyes darkened. Goosebumps flooded my skin.
He growled slightly, but before I could react, he’d closed the distance between us. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing slightly before he pulled me into him. Reaper swallowed my gasp, sealing his lips over mine. I moaned into it, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hand fell from mythroat and ran down my sides, pulling me up into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
Reaper led me to the large bed, sitting me down on the edge and stopping, his chest rising and falling fast. “Last chance, Rowan. Once I start, I’m not stopping.”
My body was humming as if it were on a livewire. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “Shut up, Reaper.” Yanking on his shirt, he fell forward, bracketing my body with his forearms so as not to crush me. I kissed him this time, relishing the feel of his full lips on mine, his tongue tangling with mine. His cock was pressing hard against my stomach, reminding me of just how big he was. I moaned, wanting him lower, pressing against my core.
His chuckle was warm, and devilish, as he kissed down my jaw, neck. His hands moved under my shirt, his rough skin scoring over the sensitive flesh of my tummy. I wondered what he thought of my extra weight, did it repulse him?
As if he sensed my unease, he lifted my shirt, his eyes on me as he left a trail of kisses over my abdomen, his tongue snaking its way down to the top of my pants. My back arched as he traced over the sensitive flesh there.
God, he was a god, and I was about to be worshiped by him.
Reaper had my shorts off and on the floor in seconds, kneeling in between my legs, he kissed my thighs, licking a path up to my panties. His mouth was over me, pushing my panties between my folds. The rough lace was rubbing against my clit, causing me to arch my back off the bed.
He groaned as he shoved his nose into me, his mouth latching over my panty-clad pussy, tongue pushing my panties into me.
The friction was incredible, and frustrating. I wanted to feel his tongue, his mouth, I wanted to feel his groans as he devoured me. Reaper’s hands moved up the outside of my thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, before his hands were on the straps of my panties.
Riiiipppp!
