I pop the button on my jeans and shove them down enough for my cock to spring free, eager to feel her.
“You couldn’t keep up with me,” she claims, and my fingers claw at the scrap of material she wears as panties. She’s constantly challenging me, seeing how far she can push. She’ll learn I’m not breakable; she can shove me, but I always push right back.
I’m too far gone. My cock strains, craving her as she enrages and goads me on. My hands shred her underwear into pieces, leaving behind red marks on her skin in my impatience. “Keep up?” I ask as I lick my lips, my gaze trained on her glistening folds. “You are so goddamn wet. Your juices are dripping on the fucking car.”
At that, I wrap my arm around her lower back and slide her to me, impaling my cock into her at the same time. She cries out at the surprise intrusion. “Fuck! you’re huge!” Her shocked irises find mine.
“You thought I was playing? I told you I would own you, pound this pussy until you’ve surrendered.”
Her mouth falls open as I jerk my hips back and drive into her even deeper this time. “Oh shit. You were telling the truth about the eight inches.”
“That’s right, Chevelle. I’m the fucking alpha. I have the cock filling your pussy. Tonight, you succumb to me, sweetie.”
“You’re the alpha?” She gasps on another thrust. “Fuck me for it then. Show me.” She leans up, pinning me with her burning gaze.
At that, all I can do is drive into her harder and roar. It feels like all I do is growl around this bitch. She drives me crazy inside, makes me want to pound my fist to my chest and own every piece of her.
“Faster,” she orders.
At her command, I slam her back against the hood again. She starts to lean up, but I hold her still by wrapping my free hand around her throat. She wants to move then she’ll stop breathing. Chevelle will learn I’m in control even if I have to break her to do it.
My other hand holds tightly onto her hip as I thrust forward, attempting to shove my cock so deep into her she feels it in her throat. With each pop of my hips, her tits shake, my gaze trained on each bounce. “Why do you have to be so difficult? I swear to Christ if you don’t learn, I’m going to start shoving my cock in that pretty mouth every time you fuckin’ speak!”
“You want pliant? Go find some timid bitch who’s scared of you,” she yells back, as my hand squeezes her delicate throat at her words.
“If you were smart, you’d be scared.” My mouth descends on her nipple again, biting until she whimpers.
“Fuck. You.”
“You are,” I rasp, driving deep enough that her next cry has her hands flying to my chest, grabbing for anything she can reach.
“Hurt?” I ask cockily as I continue to take her body with wild abandon. There’s nothing like the whimpers and moans from a woman as I fuck her to stroke my ego. This chick just so happens to be as crazy as I am, which is a first. I’ve come across plenty of women who claim to be alpha, but none of them hold up to that title. Chevelle is an entirely different breed. She was made for me.
She’s the type that has you going back to the beginning, back when it was important to seek out the strongest mate to breed. You searched to find the one that could bare your children that would be healthy and strong—someone to compliment your own attributes. A male was supposed to hunt, to provide for his family and to keep them safe. It was his job to protect and provide and the woman’s to have his children, to continue his blood line...to worship him.
Chevelle has me wanting to prove to her that I’m the strongest mate she’ll ever come across. That I can offer her what she needs, to claim her and make her mine. What is it with men and wanting to own pretty things? To possess them so another can’t have it? I want to lay my claim on Chevelle, so no one even dares to fucking look at her.
“Please,” she begins to beg, her pussy squeezing my cock harder and harder as her climax builds. I love hearing the surrender in her voice as she gets closer to bliss.
“You mine?” The question escapes before I can push the thought back down and what it means exactly. I don’t care about the technicalities; I care about her pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock that it wants to explode.
“Oh, please,” she whimpers.
“Say it, now.” I squeeze her throat, stealing her air as I stole her kiss earlier. Her pussy pulses in response and I loosen my grip.
“Yes,” she croaks on the verge of spiraling into bliss, but it’s still not good enough.
“Are. You. Mine.” My demanding voice rises with every word and each plunge into her core.
“Fuck! Yes, I’m yours, you selfish bastard!” she finally admits on a lurid exclamation, and a raging desire unlike any I’ve ever felt before shoots through me. My hips pound so deftly into her that the sound of our flesh meeting echoes into the night.
“Say my fucking name.”
“Mercenary,” she chants loudly. “I’m yours, Mercenary. Please let me come.” I release her throat completely, my hand falling to pinch and pull her nipple and it sets her off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
She screams through her orgasm, into the black night. My own mounting pressure erupts at her declaration, and my cock pumps my come into her waiting heat. A few easy thrusts and I’m spent for the moment. I’ll want her again in a few minutes, I know it. She’s like a drug, and one hit is not going to be enough to satiate my desire.
Holding still in her, my dick throbs, pumping every last drop I have. She remains laying on the hood, covered in her sweat, panting and staring up at the sky. I think it’s the most beautiful look I’ve seen on her. Like this, covered in my scent and utterly content from me giving her a good fucking.
Cheering and clapping comes from off to the side, and we both turn to find my club brothers lined up against the front of the clubhouse. They just got one hell of a show. I wonder how long they were watching us and if Chevelle’s going to lose her shit? However long, it must’ve been for a while as they continue to wolf whistle and make brash comments.
14.
“Damn Merc! I’d say the bitch is yours!” Saint calls, a shit eating grin plastered on his pretty boy model face. I’m sure he loves this since he knows I think his ol’ lady is fine as fuck. I figured he and Sinner would’ve left to find Ruger already, but apparently not.
The brothers make their way to us, and I pull my dick free from Chevelle’s tight center, tucking it back into my pants. She stays rooted in place, my come dripping from her slit, breasts still heaving as she sits up. “Fuck,” Chevy whispers for my ears only. Her irises flick over the approaching men. She remains calm though thanks to her orgasm and natural confidence.
She may not care if these guys see her naked, pussy still full of my come, but I’m not thrilled with it. She’s hot as hell with clothes on, naked is even more of a reason for them to try and get in her pants. I set my cut down on the hood and tug my shirt off then pull it over Chevelle’s head. Every bit of me wants my cut over the bitch too, showing the world she belongs to me and no one else.
Chevelle catches on to my movements, covering her up and sticks her arms through the holes, pulling the fabric over her. When she stands, the material comes all the way down to her knees. The sight causes my dick to harden all over again, seeing her in my shit, knowing she’s naked underneath it.
Putting my cut on, I fist bump each of my brothers as they step up, standing around the car. They each wear various amused smirks and grins. Viking flicks his sturdy gaze over Chevelle and then it lands on me. “Quite a show you two put on,” he observes.
I shrug.
“Want to fill me in on what went down tonight?” he asks, and Chevelle stares at me, biting her bottom lip, looking all cute and shit.
“She decided to race and then punch the other driver.”
My brothers snicker and give her props.
I continue, unfazed. “The guy hit her back, so of course I beat him into a coma. And then she had th
e audacity to get pissed at me over it. We were arguing, so I had to show her who the fuck was in control.”
She snorts, and my arctic gaze turns stormy, landing on her. She quiets with wide eyes. I doubt she’s scared. I’m confident she knows I’d never hurt her. That doesn’t mean I won’t hold her down and fuck her in front of the club again until she admits that I’m right.
The guys all nod, their faces in agreement. Viking shrugs. “Makes sense. You two finished out here?” He gestures to the car and Chevelle’s cheeks redden. I doubt she’ll ever be able to look at that car again without remembering us on that hood.
“For now,” I agree and grab her hand in mine. She pauses to swipe her shorts, and we walk hand in hand behind the Prez to the clubhouse. The brothers trail us as we enter the bar. “I’ll show you the bathroom.” I tug her off to the side.
We cross the dark bar. The light’s at a low, comfortable level and various TVs all turned on to sports channels but muted, and rock music drifts throughout the room. Once we get to the hallway leading to our personal rooms, I open a door off to the right that has the public bathroom. She flashes me a grateful smile and hurries inside. I head back to swipe a clean shirt from my room and then back to pull out a stool at the bar next to Viking. He needed to talk to me; hopefully, it’s not too serious, and it can be handled right here.
“O said you wanted to speak with me.”
“Yeah, he’d told me what went down and then hung up when you started fighting. I wanted to get you out of there before you were arrested and ended up in jail. I heard you liked to knock some skulls around from your old Prez, not that you were always about to get locked up for your temper.”
I shrug and signal for Chaos to get me a beer. “Same thing.”
“Hardly. What’s up with you and Chevelle? Is shit getting serious?”
“Well, it wasn’t before, but after that fight and fuck, I suppose so.”
“We take claiming in front of the club serious. If it’s not a club whore, then we’re expecting to be welcoming a new ol’ lady. You know the club laws here.”
I agree. “I do.” I had to know them and take an oath before they’d even vote on me transferring to this charter. Chicago’s laws were similar but no public claiming was ever mentioned. I guess these Texans like to watch their brothers fuck their women. I can see the attraction to it after witnessing Saint and Sinner fuck Jude in church. Holy hell, that was hot.
“So, we treat her as an ol’ lady then. She’ll get your property patch, but listen carefully...” He trails off, and I give him my full attention.
“If you plan to keep fucking the club sluts around here, you keep Chevelle away. We don’t do drama; I’ll boot her out on her ass if she comes in here kicking all the club sluts’ asses and stirring up trouble with the brothers.”
“I won’t be fucking any of the whores again. Chevelle’s all I want.”
He nods. “Good. Most of us prefer to take the faithful route. That being said, though, the club sluts will come on even stronger at first. They seem to think when we put a property patch on our bitch that they have a chance. They don’t ever realize that they never had a chance in the first place.”
“I’ll keep it in mind. Maybe if Chevy sees them like that it’ll get her to come to her senses quicker.”
“Another thing…when we claim the women, well...”
I stare, waiting, wondering what the hell has the Prez at a loss for words. He’s not much of a talker, but he has me thinking that what he has to say must be top secret or something of that nature. Do they grow tails or something? I mean, what the fuck?
“I’ve been told they go, ah, a little cum crazy.”
I nearly choke. That was the last thing I was expecting to hear from him. “Excuse me?” He has to be fucking with me.
Viking’s tongue flicks against one of his canines before grunting and taking a gulp of his drink. He sets the tumbler on the bar, a smirk taking over as he thinks over something. “When I claimed my ol’ lady, I pinned the bitch down and fucked her in the middle of a bar for taunting me.”
My eyes grow wide. It’s hard to imagine, Princess, his woman, seems too feisty to let that go over smoothly. “And Princess?”
“Oh, she was fucking pissed being claimed out in the open. I’d barely spoken a handful of words to her beforehand.”
My eyebrows must be to my hairline at this point hearing all of this come out. “You started the public claiming?”
He nods. “She slapped the shit out of me in front of the entire bar too.”
A grin breaks free as I attempt to hold back a laugh from spilling. Her slapping him is something I can definitely see happening. My Prez is a brute, though; I don’t see him putting up with it.
“Anyhow, that’s not where I’m going with this. My point is, after the slapping incident, she went a little nuts. She basically jumped on my cock, and I fucked her for four days relentlessly. The only break I had was to eat and shower.”
“Damn, sounds like you locked her down.”
He snorts. “I was dumb enough to think that at the time, but no.”
“No?”
“No brother, I didn’t lock her down. She locked me down. I was fucking hooked. I’ve taken her and planted my seed in that woman every damn day since.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad to me.” I shrug.
He shakes his head, gesturing for Chaos to refill his glass before turning back to me. “It’s not—at all. It’s part of the reason why my loyalty has never wavered from her. I’m her king, and she’s my queen. This doesn’t have to do with me though. The way I saw you and Chevelle act and fuck, it just reminded me of myself when I first met my woman. Don’t be surprised if Chevelle acts a little crazy and possessive for a while. It’s all part of the effects of being owned properly.”
“I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this before.” The concept is a touch crazy in itself. However, it would explain why my presence around Jude didn’t do anything. Usually, I can have a woman eating from my palm if I wanted to, but she couldn’t see past Saint and Sinner. I’m glad too. Clearly, I wasn’t meant to have her. I just didn’t know I’d be meeting Chevelle at the time. “I appreciate the info. I’ll do what I need to.”
“Good. Now we need to discuss those Fists that popped up earlier. What the fuck happened?”
I let him know everything Chevelle told me all the way up until Torch and Odin showed up to collect the unconscious men. When I finish disclosing what I know, she’s making her way to us.
“Chevelle.” Viking greets with a nod as I sit on the other side of Mercenary at the bar. Every man in this place looks like a goddamn tank. I’m not normally very nervous around men since I can usually kick their asses, but this place has me off balance. There’s so much testosterone floating around, I swear you can taste it. Not only are the bikers in the Oath Keepers the size of mountains and full of muscles, but they’re all gorgeous in their own unique way.
“Hello, Viking,” I greet, feeling a bit more confident now that I’ve had a chance to clean up and put my shorts back on.
The MC brother behind the bar approaches me. He’s built like a linebacker and fits in here with the rest of them. I grin reading over his name patch—Chaos. If I was a biker, I’d definitely want a road name like that.
“Cool name.” I nod to the right side of his cut, and he offers me a grin in return. He’s older than the rest of the guys around this place but super good-looking. I don’t know what they put in the water or beer here, but it’s a club full of ridiculously hot, broody, outlaw bikers. I wonder if you have to be hot in order to wear the Oath Keeper patch. It wouldn’t surprise me, at this point.
“Thanks, peach, can I get you something to drink?”
“Sure, I’ll take a seven-seven if you have it.”
“That’s vodka and seven up, mixed with ice, right?”
My grin drops as my eyes scan over the bar, checking if they have the liq
uor for the drink in stock. “It’s Seagram’s with 7 Up.” You’d think he’d know how to make the simple drink; he’s the only one back there.
“Okay, no problem,” he mutters and turns away to mix it.
“Thanks,” I say, but I don’t think he hears me; he seems to be in his own zone, concentrating on pouring the Seagram’s.
Viking leans in. “He just started tending bar for us this week.”
“Oh.” I nod. Not that it matters to me. It was nice of him to ask if I wanted something since Mercenary didn’t think to.
“Now, Chevelle, would you mind explaining to me your side of what all happened today? I need to know from you shooting those two guys all the way down to my brother here getting into a fight over you.”
“Well, it wasn’t over me, per se. I sort of jumped out of my car and threw the first hit. It wasn’t until the guy punched me back that Mercenary lost it on him.”
“The guy hit you?” Viking grumbles, stunned, his face turning from friendly to grim.
“Yeah. In his defense, I punched him first. The dick ran into my rear end when we were racing, and it’s prohibited at The Pit, for safety. Needless to say, I was pissed.”
“I understand.” His stare lands back on Mercenary. “I thought you just popped off, being a loose cannon. My mistake brother. I would’ve done the same thing had I seen it.”
Mercenary waves it off as no big deal and Chaos sets my drink down.
“Thank you,” I repeat and take a long gulp through the straw. I’m suddenly thirstier than I’d originally thought, and the mixed beverage goes down smooth and refreshing. The racing, fucking, heat, and not to mention everything with the rival MC, has really been a lot to take in.
“You had the Iron Fists knocked out before you drug them inside, right? They didn’t have a chance to touch you or talk to you?” Viking presses on, switching subjects quickly and I shake my head, reassuring him. “Good. I think it’s probably safer if you two start staying here at night.”
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