I lifted my hips, urging him deeper. His growl mingled with mine, a sound both feral and possessive.
“Ten minutes, Finn,” he roared back, teeth clenched. “Tell them they can wait.”
The pounding didn’t stop, but Jay’s focus never wavered. He caught my leg, lifted it high around his waist, and thrust into me with a force that made my vision blur.
“You like teasing me, princess?” he asked, his voice hot against my ear. “Wanting them to know I’m fucking you?”
His hand pressed firm over my stomach, holding me down, controlling me, demanding an answer.
“Yes,” I gasped, every nerve trembling. “I want them to know that you’re mine, Jay, and that I’m yours.”
His eyes darkened, pride and hunger burning in them. “Fuck yeah, princess.” His thrusts came harder, every motion a claim, every sound a vow that I wasn’t just part of his life... Iwashis life.
The door rattled again, Finn cursing on the other side, but it only spurred Jay on. Our moans, our cries, mixed with the pounding in a chaotic rhythm that made it feel dangerous, defiant, ours.
Finally, the tension broke and pleasure tore through me like lightning. Jay collapsed against me, both of us slick with sweat, hearts hammering, breaths ragged but in sync.
For a long moment, we just lay there, tangled in heat and exhaustion. Then Jay brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, his thumb soft against my cheek.
“I’ll be back,” he said, eyes locked on mine, steady and unwavering despite the chaos waiting beyond the door.
I nodded, pulling the covers up over me, watching him as he dressed. “I’ll be here,” I whispered, and I meant it.
The pounding on the door faded as he pulled on his kutte and stepped out, but the fire he left behind burned fierce inside me. It wasn’t only lust. It wasn’t just need. It was belonging. It was a promise.
Chapter 57
Reaper
The church meeting room was packed, the worn, wooden chairs creaking under the weight of restless brothers. The air buzzed with tension and hope, heavy with the aftermath of war but charged with the promise of what was to come.
I stood at the front. Around me, every brother’s eyes were locked on the man who’d led them through the fire. Pride surged through me and made me feel ten feet tall.
“We’ve survived the worst the Fangs could throw at us,” I began, my voice steady but low. “Now, it’s time to build something that lasts, something cleaner, stronger.”
Each brother nodded.
“Finn.” He’d stood beside us through the last raid, earning every scrap of respect and trust. I glanced at him, alert and quiet. “He’s shown what it means to have our backs. Time to patch him in.”
The vote was called, and voices rang out. When the last vote was cast, the room erupted into approving grunts and slaps on backs. Finn was in.
I smiled slightly, the weight on my shoulders lightening. “Welcome to the family, Finn. You earned it.”
Turning back to the room, I laid out the plan. “Tattoo shops, betting offices, bars... we’re moving legit. Link, you lead on the intel side, find us the cleanest ways to make this work. We’re done running in the shadows.”
Riot leaned forward, eyes sharp. “This is more than business, it’s our future.”
I swept my gaze across the roomful of brothers ready for whatever came next. “We rebuild, we protect, and we ride together. Always.”
The meeting closed with a low roar of agreement. Brothers began to drift away, leaving the echoes of commitment and bloodlines in their wake. Finn lingered near the doorway, catching my eye.
“Thanks, Pres,” he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “For the vote. For giving me a shot.”
I nodded. “You earned it, Finn. You didn’t just cower away, you had our backs when it mattered.”
He shifted, a small smile breaking through. “Lucy tell you? I kept her company while you guys were out on the raid.”
My lips twitched into a grin, but there was a flare of something else underneath, annoyance, with a twinge of jealousy. “Yeah, she did. Said you’re like the little brother she never had.” I told him, my grin tight. In my gut, the thought of her name on his lips stirred something darker. She was mine to protect, mine to hold, not his, not anyone’s.
