“Fuck, darlin’ you’re so goddamn tight,” he moans.
Another long stroke has my nails rake his back. It seems to fuel him on because as soon as my nails sink into his hard-muscular shoulder, he slams into me harder.
Drilling me into the bed, harder and harder. My throat is raw from screaming as Crow picks up the pace.
“I’m going to fill this pussy full of my cum, baby,” he groans.
My answering moan is breathless as my toes curl, and I hurtle over the edge. Every muscle is locking up in my body.
“That’s right, cum on my cock,” he growls and pumps into me a few more times. Then heat fills me so much I am not sure I could contain it.
“I can get pregnant,” I whisper against this neck.
“Then I’ll be doing my fucking job,” he tells me and presses a kiss to my lips.
His dick is still deep inside of me as he rolls over, taking me with him. I go to move, but he latches onto me.
“Don’t,” he demands.
Lowering myself back down, I let my face rest on his chest. Soon exhaustion swallows me.
My last thought before I let the world fade completely is what the fuck had I just done?
Chapter 22
Maria
Three Weeks Later.
Crow has been gone more than he’s been home. Every time he comes back covered in blood, he would go right to the shower. He’d stay in there for what felt like an eternity.
I know what he is doing, and a part of me is relieved. Like this deep fear is slowly lifting. How many are left?
I watch as he comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes go to the crib which holds our son and then to me.
“It’s over,” he tells me, pulling me in close.
“Over?” I ask that could mean so many things.
“Every one of those fuckers is dead,” he whispers into my hair.
I sag into him, and relief fills me. Only for tension to fill me again. There is still the Albanians.
“What about the Albanians?” I whisper into his chest.
“We’ll figure that shit out too, doll,” he tells me before pulling my head back, so I am looking up at him. Those sinful lips press against mine and devour me.
“You taste so fuckin good,” he growls.
Putting my hands on his chest, I gently push him in the direction of the bed. I know he only budges because he wants to.
Once he is seated, I lift the purple silk nightgown over my head. My hands shake as I part the towel, my desire for him is so strong. I am shaking with need.
“Fuck, darlin’ let me taste you,” he growls, trying to eat my pussy. Later, I need him inside of me, now.
Throwing one leg over his waist, I straddle him with one knee on either side of his hips. Gripping his huge cock, I line it up with my entrance and drop down taking it, one inch at a time.
When I feel him hit my womb, I start to bounce in his lap moaning as his lips wrap around my nipple sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, god,” I moan quietly.
“So, fucking wet for me,” he whispers against my wet beaded nipple.
“I’m pregnant,” I tell him as I fuck him harder.
He groans as I take him in deeper, my words not registering. As I fall over the edge, he thrusts up into me. His hand holds the back of my neck as he stands and turns us. Now my back is pressed to the bed.
Then he is really fucking me. The bed shakes, and I would have slid, had he not been holding me in place. His groans mix with my moans, and I race towards another orgasm.
I feel him jerk deep inside of me and know he is close. I press my lips to his ear and whisper the words I know will have him explode.
“I’m pregnant,” I bite.
“Fuck,” he groans as he empties himself inside of me. His hand tightened on my neck as he shoves his oversized cock as deep as it will go.
When he is finished, he lifts me from the bed and carries me to the top. All while he is lodged deep inside of me. Little moans escape with each step he takes.
My eyes closed as exhaustion swamps me. I feel the bed shift as Crow slides in behind me. His arms pull me close to him.
“Are you sure?” He asks as his hand cups my flat stomach.
“Yes,” I smile.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers into my ear as his fingers move gently over my tummy where our child is growing.
“I love you too,” I tell him.
Find out what happens with the Albanians and what Ronnie is running from in Destroying Gage coming soon.
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Mia’s Wolf
BlackRoads Pack Book 1
Prologue:
I couldn’t believe my eyes, Jack was running his fingers over Sally’s thigh. I continue to watch as he comes closer to the hem of her short skirt. That bastard! He’s a cheating, no good, low-down scum of the earth.
There was no mistaking the pair. The sun shimmered off their hair. Jack’s overly blond and Sally’s bleach bottle blond hair could not be missed. He was basically fucking her under the tree which was near the picnic table that I normal ate my lunch at.
Today I had planned to go to the Halloween store to find a costume for tomorrow night’s party. But at the last minute, I decided to eat my lunch at my favorite spot. Well, it’s not my favorite anymore.
Currently, I was standing over Jack and Sally and watched their progress. Jack had the top down on his luxurious convertible, so I could see them clearly. My hand started to clench the cold soft drink that I was holding. The condensation on the sides became slippery against my fingers. Then, a wicked smile started to blossom over my face.
I loved the south, even in October. It was still warm, but it had a small bite of cool air. As I stood there, I reminded myself that Jack thought I was shopping. Oh, how wrong he was!
His hand slid a little farther up Sally’s barely there fabric, and my teeth sank into my lip as my hand clenched my cup a little harder.
“Oh, Jack,” Sally whispered in a husky voice, and my stomach revolted at the sound.
“That’s it, babe,” Jack tells Sally as his non-calloused fingers climbed higher up the inside of her thigh.
The bile that I was fighting rose a little higher.
“Oh, Jack,” I mimicked Sally when she said his name in a breathless husky tone.
I mean really? What the fuck! Sally couldn’t find her own boyfriend, why did she have to go fuck mine?
Satisfaction hit me like a runaway train as both froze in place. Jack quickly moved his hand and straightened up in his seat. He tried to look innocent and obviously he failed.
I should be crying, right? Maybe even shed some tears. Instead, I felt nothing but anger and regret? I didn’t regret not sleeping with him, so why did I feel this deep regret?
“Mia, it’s not what it looks like, babe,” he tells me.
His voice grated on my nerves, I mean, do I look blind? Was I some sort of airhead? I could see exactly what was happening here.
“So, you didn’t come to my favorite spot and feel Sally up?” I ask in a sickly-sweet voice.
“Mia,” Sally says, her voice filled with a slight chill like the cool air of October.
“Bitch,” I tell her.
Her eyes grew bigger, and her mouth turned down into a frown. Although, I had a big smile that was all teeth.
“L
ook, Mia…” Jack started.
The hand that was holding my drink continued to squeeze. The longer I stood there, the tighter my hand squeezed the cup. My fingers twitched when Jack said my name, and it caused the top to pop off. The plastic cup splashed everywhere, and Sally was the unfortunate victim of the soda. It poured all over her, and my toothy smile grew.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I snarled, “But it seems we have hit a rough patch in the road.”
“Mia,” he tried again, but his voice sounded desperate.
“I think this is where our trip together ends, Jack,” I tell him with fake sincerity.
I leaned in closer, and the half-empty cup was still clutched in my hand. Sally leaned back to give me room, but she was probably fearful that I might bite her. Who the hell knows, maybe I will.
“I wouldn’t spread my fucking thighs for you, so you go to Sally?” I ask him, “And what makes you think that you could fuck her and then come back to me?”
I don’t wait for a response, I just release the cup that I was holding and followed its decent with my eyes. It was like watching a car wreck in slow motion. It was falling, and then it hit Jack’s lap with a thud. The rest of the cola sprayed all over his lap. I’m sure it hurt his little balls, the impact was pretty hard.
“I’m going to the party without you, Jack,” I tell him coldly.
He could probably feel his status already starting to drop. He wasn’t invited to the party in the woods, I was. And well, my plus one just went to minus one.
“Mia, please,” Jack calls after me as I speed walk away from the pair. My forgotten lunch still dangling from my fingers.
Being a senior in college was hard. This was our last hurrah before we walked across the stage. I thought I was going to marry Jack Dalton and become Mrs. Mia Dalton. Fucking asshole. After today, he would be just a smudge on my past, and I wouldn’t remember who and what he was to me.
Chapter 1
Bastien
There was a rouge on our property. It kept toeing the line, and as alpha, it was my job to see the fucker off Blackroad’s property.
I walked through the pack’s land watching as the children played and the autumn leaves fall to the hard ground. Autumn was my favorite time of the year. The various scents that were released as the cold started to set in was my favorite.
Before Dirk said a word, I smelled him. He smelled like moss and fresh grass.
“Bastien,” Dirk shouted.
Turning I looked at the pack enforcer. He was jogging away from the cabins.
“Yeah?” I asked him.
“The fucker’s scent was picked up in the west,” he tells me.
“Did anyone see him?” I growled. This rouge wolf had a way of just coming a few minutes before a sentinel was passing by. He was lucky, a little too lucky for my taste.
“No,” Dirk said while he shook his head and clenched his fist.
This bastard was toying with us. We were chasing our own fucking tails.
“Alpha,” a little hand tugged on my black t-shirt. Turning, I look down at Tommy.
“Tommy,” I acknowledged him with a smile. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“Look what I found,” he said while he held up his little hand proudly. I crouched down and examined the little stones that he held in his fist like they were national treasures.
“You found some pretty amazing rocks,” I tell him as a calm started to settle over me. He didn’t need to feel the anger and frustration I felt.
His little five-year-old chest puffed up with pride. He was going to be a great sentinel when he got older. I could see it in the way he presented himself.
“You should go show your mom what you found. I bet she’s going to love them,” I tell him gently.
His eyes grew round as he turned from me. His little legs took him as fast as he could go in search of his mother.
“Call in my beta and a few of the sentinels. We need to have a meeting,” I sighed as I stood up. This fucker needed to be brought down before someone got hurt.
Chapter 2
Mia
Stella: I can’t believe Jack would do something like that.
I reread Stella’s text and sighed.
Me: I should have seen it coming.
Stella: Bitch, please! Four fucking years with that dick. I didn’t see it coming, and I wasn’t even with him.
I laughed hard as I read what she wrote.
Me: He thought I was fucking stupid. ‘Mia, it’s not what it looks like.’ Yeah, your hand wasn’t just almost in her snatch.
Stella: Wish I could have seen his face.
Me: He looked like a dying fish.
Stella: Oh, god, and I missed it!
My phone shook as I remembered his face. Laughter bubbled up.
Stella: Going solo?
Me: Fuck, my plus one was doing his own plus one.
Stella: In a place where so many have gone before….
Me: Why does that remind me of Star Trek, the old tv show?
Stella: Because you are full of awesomeness.
Me: I know ??
Stella: What are you going to be?
I looked down at my Little Red Riding Hood costume. The red cape was long and silky. I pulled up my short jean shorts and adjusted my tight red top. It showed just a hint of my stomach.
My army boots would make stomping through the forest a little less of a hazard for my feet. Basically, I was Little Red on steroids. The thought made me smile.
Me: Little Red Riding Hood.
Stella: Boring…
Me: Little Red on steroids.
Stella: On the sexy side, I hope.
Me: No shit!
Me: What about you?
Stella: What about me?
Me: What are you going as?
Stella: Jane
Me: Jane?
Stella: Hoping for my Tarzan ??
Me: Ugh! Jack won’t leave me alone! ☹
Jack kept calling me, and I was at the point where I considered blocking his number. Didn’t he get the fucking hint yesterday? If not, he should have when I never answered the hundred and twenty times he called since then. I wish I were exaggerating on how many times he called!
I never gave him the location of the party, I figured we were going together, and it wouldn’t matter. At least not until it was time to head in that direction.
Anger coursed through my veins at the thought of Jack. I waisted four fucking years on that bastard. Two in high school and two here in college.
I love kids, so I decided to take an early childhood development class. I loved it and decided to get a degree in it. It was something he didn’t understand and didn’t support. That right there should have sent up a red flag.
The thought of working with children in a few weeks brought a smile to my face. Their little hands and sweet faces were always excited over the simplest of things.
Stella: Tell him to fuck off!
Me: God, I hate this shit.
Could it get any worse? Then I remembered, I needed to go to our apartment and clear out my shit. Jack and I moved in together two years into our relationship. Neither of us wanted to live in the dorms.
He hated, and I guess pretended to respect, my no sex until marriage rule. Looking back, I think I just didn’t want him to be my first.
Stella: You’re a hot babe. You’ll find someone, and Jack will be the man you never remember. Maybe you’ll get lucky and find someone tonight.
Me: Yeah sure, Mr. Right is just going to come waltzing along and save me from the big bad wolf.
Stella: One can dream, babe! Maybe we’ll find us a set of brothers….
Me: You are so bad!
Stella: That’s why you love me. ??
I laughed. She’s right, that’s why I love her. She makes me laugh, and she’s always there for me. She’s more adventurous then I could ever be.
Sighing I sat heavily in the chair. The hotel room was clean, quiet and empty. I missed having some
one holding me close as I slept. The warmth of Jacks body always kept the cold away.
Bending over, I tied my boots while berating myself for such thoughts. You hate Jack, remember? He’s been fucking Sally and who knows how many others! Probably been doing it your whole relationship.
How I wish that voice was wrong, but I was positive it was right. You are not going back, it screamed.
Like fucking hell, I was! I scream back.
Whatever Jack and I had was over, and it didn’t hurt, not even a little. These moments of sorrow were phantom memories. A comfortable routine that is set off course. Like a train that derailed.
Jack: Please, Mia.
Me: Fuck off, Jack!
Jack: It didn’t mean anything, babe.
Me: Stop. Fucking. Calling. Me.
Jack: I love you…
Me: I don’t love you, Jack, leave me alone, please!
Jack: Don’t do this.
Me: I will block you!
Jack: Mia, babe, it was one fucking mistake. You’re really going to throw away four years?
Me: At least you do not deny it.
Jack: Come on babe. You’re really going to throw away four years over one mistake?
Me: Those four years are like a smudge in my life. A little blurry and already forgotten.
Me: Just once? Your hand looked awfully comfortable climbing its way towards her snatch.
Jack: Mia, come on, let’s move past this.
Me: Already done that. Goodbye Jack.
After I sent the last message, I waited with suspended breath for him to try again and was blissfully relieved when my phone didn’t make a peep. Maybe he finally got it through his head. It was over the minute he touched her.
It was over long before that, the damn voice reminded me.
Oh, stuff a sock in it! I told it.
Standing, I slipped a few twenties into my back pocket with my driver’s license and room key. I wasn’t taking a purse tonight since I knew I was going to party hard. I deserved a good night of forgotten bullshit and alcohol-induced fun.
Craving Zane
Grimm Brothers MC
Book 4
Prologue:
Losing Crow (The Bloody Saints MC Book 1) Page 8
