When the last wave of pleasure left me boneless, he rose over me and stripped out of his clothes. His dick was thick and hard, flushed dark at the tip. Crawling between my legs, he rubbed the head through my slick folds.
“Beg for it, sweetheart,” he ordered, teasing my entrance. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“Please,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want you to fill me. Feel so empty. I need you.”
He thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was perfect, almost too much, and I moaned into the pillow so I wouldn’t wake up Isa. Then he set a hard and fast rhythm with deep thrusts that rocked the bed.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other gripped my hip. “This pussy was made for me. Gonna keep you stuffed full every night until you’re pregnant.”
My inner walls fluttered around his hard length, showing him exactly how much I loved his dirty talk.
His eyes burned into mine as he kept going. “You’re gonna look so beautiful carrying my baby, sweetheart. Tits getting bigger, and your belly round with what I put in you.”
His words were filthy and tender at the same time, each thrust driving them deeper into my soul.
“Mine.” He leaned down, biting my neck, then sucking the spot to soothe it. “Say it while I fuck you.”
“I’m yours,” I cried out, clenching around him.
He fucked me harder, his hips snapping as the wet slap of skin filled the room. “That’s my good girl. Taking every inch like you were born for it. Gonna come so deep you’ll feel me tomorrow. Gonna watch you grow round and know it’s because I couldn’t stop filling this pussy.”
I came again, harder this time, my vision whiting out as my body clamped down on him. Griffin followed right after, burying himself as deep as he could go and flooding me with hot, thick pulses.
“Take it all, sweetheart,” he groaned against my throat. “Every drop. That’s how I’m gonna put my baby in you.”
We stayed locked together afterward, his hand resting possessively over my lower belly like he was already imagining it rounded with his child. I traced the tattoos on his chest, my heart so full it felt like it might burst.
I was all in.
This was where I wanted to be. Where I belonged. With Griffin and Isa, building the family I’d never dared to dream of. No more holding back. I was his, and he was mine.
And I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
16
CROSS
Istood near the open bay doors at the back of Inferno, my arms crossed loosely over my chest, my posture deceptively relaxed. Inside, though, my muscles were coiled tight, adrenaline humming through my veins in a steady, controlled burn.
Wizard’s call last night had confirmed what we’d suspected—Division Nine was still lurking, shadowing our every move. They were most likely waiting for an opportunity to grab me, probably thinking they could use me as leverage for whatever mess Gavin had landed them in. Even after we’d sent over all of the evidence we’d collected that proved it had been my twin acting under my name.
But I wasn’t about to give those assholes the chance to make the first move. With King’s approval, I'd taken matters into my own hands, reaching out and requesting this meeting. It was a bold move, but one I was ready for.
My thoughts drifted briefly to Hannah and Isa, who were tucked safely away inside the building. Close enough for me to reach them in seconds if necessary, yet safely distanced from whatever might unfold here.
Just thinking about them sent a surge of possessiveness through me, followed immediately by a fierce determination that nothing and no one was going to threaten my girls again.
The low rumble of approaching Harleys drew me from my thoughts. The Division Nine contingent rolled into the lot, coming to a stop just a short distance away. Four bikes in total, each carrying a patched member of their club. The engines died, leaving the air charged with silence.
I recognized their sergeant at arms immediately. Voss "Vice" Tolland swung his leg over his Harley, standing tall and broad-shouldered as he removed his helmet, a smug expression on his face. Vice was Rea’s brother, the same asshole who’d tried to take Isa away from us and use her as leverage.
My fingers twitched involuntarily, the urge to teach him the meaning of regret surging through me. His reckoning was inevitable, but today wasn’t about settling that score. Not yet.
Vice and his three enforcers approached, cockiness rolling off them in waves. They’d seen me standing alone, clearly believing they had the upper hand. Overconfidence gleamed in their eyes, their expressions arrogant, certain they were dealing with a man backed into a corner.
They had no idea how wrong they were.
My stance didn’t shift. I remained rooted and deceptively casual, meeting their eyes with a cold, unwavering stare. A flicker of uncertainty briefly passed across Vice’s face, so quick most would have missed it—but I wasn’t most people. I read him effortlessly, seeing past his bravado to the wariness beneath.
