“Fuck me, killer, you trying to kill me?” He chuckles against my lips once he swallows, before putting me back to my feet. King keeps his hand in mine, showcasing our matching finger tattoos to the room. “Next time someone tries to dethrone my queen, I will do more than kill a bitch. We clear?”
The wave of voices agreeing or pledging or whatever it is that bikies do is so loud I nearly have to cover my ears.
Chapter
Fifty-Nine
STEEL
King’s been busy with club shit since the night we arrived, but we’ve needed the week of doing nothing but making ourselves known at The Fallen, and spending time resting, eating, and fucking.
As soon as the door slams behind him, we make a run for his room. Tyson is already in her bed, his face between her thighs.
“Jesus, were you creeping in the shadows waiting?” I ask my brother.
Tristan does a low moan, “He brought me a coffee in bed, while King was in the…” Her chin drops mid-sentence as Tyson lifts her legs up, holding her thighs in his hands, showing us how he’s eating her out. Despite the fact my brother is holding her in the air, she still manages to grab a handful of his hair, messing it the hell up before she holds him buried deep and starts rolling her hips on his face. Her breathing gets all choppy, nearly lost under her moans as she gets closer and closer to coming.
Tyson does not come up for air. And I nearly step in to save him when she wraps her legs around his ears and squeezes hard, coming in a loud scream that rolls on and on. Except in the very next moment, every part of her relaxes, her legs fall from aroundhim, she’s got a dopey ass smile on her face and her eyes are at half-mast.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” Tyson growls, kneeling over her as he jacks off, showering her stomach and chest in his release before massaging it into her skin. Once done, he reaches up over and kisses her, leaving her giggling and promising to call her on his break.
Tristan was adamant that he get back to work, and I think during the last few days that we’ve been enjoying living like pack we’ve all seen her stubborn streak come out to play.
Maverick swings around to give me a dirty fucking kiss, with way too much tongue before he jumps on top of her and gives her an exact copy of the one he gave me. Then he too is off, because apparently when King indicated The Fallen would be sponsoring his MMA career, it meant right a-fucking-way. The sponsorship from the club was unnecessary because of a certain vixen currently splayed out like a fucking buffet had already enticed him to accept her offer of financial support while he chases his dreams of being an MMA champ.
Maverick shuts the door behind him, yelling he’ll be picking up food on his way home. The roar of his bike is accompanied by two other bikes, prospects who are assigned to each of us. It might be unnecessary, but none of us give a fuck either. Especially given that we’ve all been in that state of sheer terror at nearly losing each other, and we don’t need an encore performance.
Tristan sways her legs open and closed; the air is saturated with her bubble-gum sweetness, and just like every time I get a whiff of my scent-matched Omega, a rush of need washes over me.
“Just you and me, huh?” She purrs.
The last few mornings she hasn’t pushed us, today though she is. ‘Us’ doing more than making out has been hard to getpast. I’m so desperate to sink my cock in her body and reclaim our connection, but whenever we get close one of us has a freak out.
“Looks like,” I muse, leaning against the door frame and watching her intentionally tempt me.
“Wanna see how wet I am for you? You can stay there or come closer.” She says after a few moments. Tristan isn’t quiet but she is gentle in how she approaches us.
And like the past few days, this isn’t the issue because I fucking respond to her, the same she does me. I drop the towel from around my waist and her eyes latch onto my hard as hell cock, my knot swollen and ready.
“Fuck, Trissy, I want you so goddamn much. I ain’t sleeping much, you know, so busy thinking how to get past this.”
“You and I are not the issue,” she says, flopping onto her stomach and crawling forward, her ass high in the air, her smart mouth open.
I take a step closer, dip down to claim her mouth with mine. She always tastes like peace to me, and I always try to chase every fucking taste I can. I lick into her mouth before I’ve got images of her mouth wrapping around my cock. Instead of talking, because fuck we’ve done enough of that too, she tugs her mouth away from mine and mewls like a kitten while staring at my dick.
Maybe it was the bath we took last night trying to be more intimate with each other, or it might have been the massage Maverick gave us both, but this morning we’ve got nothing holding us back. I stand up at the same time she shuffles up to kneeling, her mouth open and waiting while I jack myself off, trying to deal with some of the pressure building. Together we move as one. I step forward at the same time she lunges, her tongue licks over the head of my cock, and she sucks it like a lollypop until I push further inside.
“Trissy.” I sigh as I bury one of my hands in her hair, the other glides over her shoulders. I simply cannot get enough of her. I don't know how I fucking managed to hide or deny this connection we have.
I bundle her hair in my hand, so I can watch her taking my cock deeper and deeper, her eyes are on my face and when I look into her baby-blue eyes I tug her off my cock and lie her backwards over the bed. No words, no second thoughts, nothing but this connection we’ve always had guiding us back. I sink into her body and I think I take the first inhale since I had to claim her.
“Stay with me, Steel,” she demands. But it’s not vicious, it’s so fucking full of want and desire, of love and all the fucking nice things I think every time I look or smell her. “You feel so good. It’s where you should be.”
Together, our hands clasp and we move as one. First we use our conjoined hands to touch me everywhere we can reach, and then we touch her. I kiss her, filling her lungs with the air in mine while we make love like we’ve done this every day in our lives. I’m not shocked when tears fall down the side of her face. I add my own when I bend closer to kiss hers away.
“I’m sorry, Trissy,” I whisper against her ear as the both of us move slowly but steadily from a bad place into a very fucking nice one. Her legs open wider, and without asking, because there’s no fucking need, I press my knot inside her tight cunt at the same time I bite the side of her throat and claim her.
Tristan cries out, her pussy contracting hard around my cock and knot as the wave of my bite has her coming. She’s holding on though not letting herself fully go, I can feel over every inch of her skin, and I unlock my jaw before stretching my neck for her. She bites me at the same time as our sweet love making turns harder, the both of us needing the pleasure of the other.
