The Night Feeds

by Lauren Hunt

  Dagger's breathing quickened. “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I bit my bottom lip and let go. Dagger unloaded inside me, moaning and calling out my name. My legs quaked around his body, my orgasm tearing me apart. Dagger pumped one last time and pulled out while my body experienced unbelievable aftershocks.

  Dagger fell next to me, breathing rapidly. I lifted his heavy arm and rested my head on his chest. His heart was pounding against my ear, his warm seed dripping out of me, drying on my inner thighs. “What the fuck. How could it be so good?” I said between breaths.

  Dagger ran his fingers through my hair. “How could your pussy be so tight? It's like fucking a virgin every time.”

  I turned my head to look up at him. “I'll help your MC, Dagger.”

  Dagger cocked his head in confusion.

  I continued, “Give me a list of locations and I'll have my men do the raids. Put some heat on The Death Merchants and hopefully stall them from all-out-war.”

  Dagger held me in his arms and kissed my plump lips. I reached down and felt his flaccid penis come back to life in my hand. I swung my leg over Dagger and straddled him, mounting his hard cock. The fun wasn't over yet.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Dagger

  A kiss against my cheek woke me from restful sleep. My eyes fluttered open to see a ball of fur licking my face. I brushed Belle away and wiped away the drool. A sleeping bag was draped over me which Melissa must have done in the middle of the night. I sat up and rubbed my eyes—Melissa was nowhere to be found. Sounds of water was coming from the bedroom.

  I got up to investigate, wandering into her bedroom. The bathroom door was closed and the shower was running. I opened the door quietly and sneaked through the fog of steam clouding the bathroom. Melissa was in the shower, washing her long brown hair. I watched through the hazy glass as the water cascaded off her body. My cock rose to attention and greeted me with a throbbing desire. I came so much last night that I was surprised I still had anything left.

  I stealthily entered the shower without Melissa noticing. Soap suds covered her eyes as she lathered her hair. Her perfectly shaped breasts rocked back and forth as her arms worked above her head. My hands hesitated in front of her, not wanting to disturb her. I grabbed onto her and flipped her around until she faced away from me. My hand went over her mouth to keep her from screaming. My other hand moved around her waist and over her public mound. I gently lifted my hand off her mouth as she moaned.

  Melissa was dripping wet as I slammed two fingers inside her. My engorged cock was pressed in between her ass cheeks. I vibrated my fingers inside her, forcing them in and out. Melissa reacted with whimpering cries. My free hand massaged her tits, kneading them and elongating her nipples. I couldn't wait much longer.

  “Come for me, Melissa,” I yelled over the roar of the shower.

  She rumbled around my fingers, squeezing tight and coming hard. I pulled my fingers out and tasted her salty goodness. Melissa whipped around to kiss me but I stopped her and turned her back away. I pushed her naked body against the shower wall and bent her slightly over. Her tits were smashed against the glass and her ass was begging to be spanked.

  I slapped each cheek as hard as I could, causing Melissa to cry out and struggle against me. I held onto her shoulder with one hand as I guided my cock inside her. Nothing could stop me from having her over and over again. My cock would never get tired of this pussy. I pushed in and out, Melissa's flushed ass jutting out to meet me. We collided, crashing into each other in a mess of pleasure and sex. Melissa yelled out but the shower muffled her moans. My hips bounced off her juicy ass with every thrust.

  “Oh my god...Dagger, I'm going to come.”

  I focused all my energy on bringing her to climax. I was so close but I wanted more—needed more. Melissa whimpered as she came all around me. Her body spasmed, quivering from the intense orgasm. She calmed down as I pumped one more time. Now it was my turn.

  “Face me,” I ordered her. Melissa complied and turned around. She was breathing heavily, her mouth parted slightly, her tongue dancing on her lips. Those bright eyes showed the passion in her veins. I kissed her and lifted her into my arms. She weighed practically nothing. I pinned her against the shower wall and Melissa wrapped her legs around my back. I slowly lowered her down onto my aching cock.

  Melissa rocked her hips back and forth while I pushed in and out. She was so incredibly wet as I slid right into her. Melissa grabbed my head and brought it down on her soft tits. I licked her all over, sucking on her hard nipples.

  I forced myself even deeper. “Come with me, baby.”

  Melissa shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip. The pleasure reached its peak and I finally hit my release, exploding inside her. Melissa screamed my name over and over again as she cracked and fell apart around me. I pounded into her until my cum stopped flowing.

  I gently lifted her off me and set her down on. Melissa instantly collapsed onto the shower floor. “That was a nice surprise,” she said, wiping the water from her face.

  I joined her down on the ground. “I couldn't help myself.”

  Melissa's eyes burst open. “Fuck! I have to get to work.” She jumped out of the shower and I stayed in, washing my body and hair.

  I wrapped a towel around me and got out to see Melissa already dressed in her Sheriff uniform. She was hunched over, blow-drying her hair and all I could do was just sit and stare. She turned off the hair dryer. “What are you thinking?”

  I snapped out of my day dream. “Just trying to stop myself from ripping that uniform right off and fucking you senseless against the bathroom counter.”

  Melissa put her hands up in defense. “Down, boy. I can't take anymore. My legs are so sore from all the orgasms and I'm already super late for work. Save some energy for me later.” Melissa pulled her hair back into a ponytail and wrapped a black hair tie around it.

  I went out into the living room and found my leather cut and pants. I got dressed and said goodbye to Belle before leaving out the front door with Melissa. I handed her a folded piece of paper.

  Melissa stopped at her old Honda. Good thing she didn't chase criminals with that. She unfolded the paper and read the contents. “Do the Mexicans really have all this?”

  I nodded. “And probably more that we don't know about it.”

  “This will be more than enough. I'll send out the orders today.”

  I approached her while she shook her head at me. “I need to get out of here.” She looked around frantically. “What if someone sees us?”

  I held the back of her head and shoved my lips on hers. “I don't care,” I murmured between kisses. I spoke louder, “Everyone should know that I'm fucking Sheriff White.” Melissa scrambled to put her hand over my mouth.

  “Shh! I don't want the whole town to know yet.” She released her hand over my lips, giggling.

  I held her hand one last time before walking over to my bike. I put on my bucket helmet and connected the chin strap. “I'm going to speak with my brothers about the new plan. I hope we can make this work, Sheriff.”

  Melissa got in her car and drove away. I summoned my bike to life. The roar of the engine soothed me. What the fuck was happening to me? I had never let a girl get under my skin before and Melissa was already buried deep. I'd never fucked a girl before that made me want her another time. And Melissa's pussy was so addicting. My cock pulsed in my pants, screaming at me to take her again.

  I needed to get my emotions in check. She was just a chick. Another girl to throw away. I used her Sheriff powers to get my MC safe. That was it. Nothing more.

  Chapter Twenty

  Melissa

  The radio in the car was off as I drove to the police station. Silence was what I needed. My head was so muddled with too many thoughts. His cock splitting my legs wide open, his sculpted arms flexing as he fucked me hard. Why did Dagger have to be so damn hot? Why did he have to be an outlaw? Could our worlds really work together? Could a relationship surviv
e?

  I didn't want to think about Dagger anymore. I finally had a plan to keep the streets safe. I searched my purse in the passenger seat and pulled out the folded piece of paper. Weapon stashes, drug locations, and whorehouses. This was everything I needed to take down The Death Merchants. Or at least hurt them enough to get them to back down.

  But doing this would give more power to the Devil's Hellions MC. Like Dagger said, “Lesser of two evils.” Dagger might be a criminal but at least he didn't want a war. A battle that could cost hundreds of innocents their lives. The Mexicans had to be stopped.

  Officer Moore met me in the parking lot of the station as I got out of my car. “What's going on, Officer?”

  Moore fumbled around until he found the words. “Good morning, Sheriff. We got a call early this morning about a shootout with the Blacks and Mexicans.”

  “How many dead?” I asked, locking my car and walking with purpose into the station.

  “At least five. Two of them were a couple eating dinner at a restaurant across the street.”

  My heart dropped. It had already begun. This plan needed to go into effect right away. “Moore, I need everyone here today. I mean everyone. We're going to raid the Mexicans.”

  “What about...the shooting, Sheriff?” Moore stuttered.

  “We already know who did it. Not much we can do there. Send two guys over to process the crime scene. The rest need to be here.”

  —

  The raid turned out to be the biggest in Sacks County history. Millions of dollars of drugs were confiscated, weapons were taken off the street, illegal whorehouses were shut down. Twenty Death Merchant members were arrested. Our jail was filled to capacity and the judge was going to have a full plate.

  The mayor held a press conference and this time I wasn't nervous as I took the stage. My position as Sheriff was confirmed and the people believed that I could really turn things around in this town. But what about Dagger and I?

  A few days passed and I hadn't heard from him. My body longed for him and touching myself at night was the only way to relax. Was he just using me for my position? Now that the Mexicans were dealt with, was our business transaction over? Should I try and contact him? Too many questions and no answers.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Dagger

  The Mexicans were pretty much done with. Between the cops and the Blacks, they were almost completely decimated. The Death Merchants were far from out though. Other chapters would come to their rescue to defend their territory but they wouldn't be bothering us for much longer. The Devil's Hellions MC was stronger than ever.

  I thought I could forget about Melissa and move on. Focus on the MC. I was the President now and I couldn't afford the distractions. But that bitch was stuck in my skull. Her soft lips against mine and my hard cock inside her was an unforgettable image.

  After a meeting with the MC, everyone filed out and Pain stayed behind. “Everything going okay, Prez?”

  “Things couldn't be better. I can't believe we were able to take down The Death Merchants.”

  Pain slapped me on the back. “You did good, Dagger. We tried to work with the Mexicans during my time but there were too many differences between us. I'm glad it was you at the head of the table instead of me. Barely any blood was spilled. That's something to be proud of.”

  “That means a lot coming from you. I always tried to think of what you would do in each situation.”

  Pain laughed. “Well I think you did better than me, kid. But I think there's more going on in that head of yours.”

  Pain could see straight through me. He had known me since I was a high-school troublemaker. I sighed. “I can't settle some things in my mind.”

  Pain sat down at the meeting table and I joined him at the head. “Take my advice, Dagger, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different.”

  “Fuck and forget...God damn, Pain, I tried to forget so hard.”

  “Some people are meant to be forgotten. Others aren't. She sounds like a chick who shouldn't be forgotten. Now go get the fucking girl before I swoop in and steal her from you.” Pain pretended to jab me with his left hook in slow motion.

  “Yeah I get the idea. Thanks for the advice.” We embraced and brushed off each other's leather cuts. “I'm glad you stayed, Pain. This club still needs you.”

  He looked down at his leather gloves. “We'll see how long these old decrepit hands will let me ride.”

  The chaos and confusion in my head was slowly clearing away. Pain was right. Why fight against my feelings. I asked Big Mike for a shot of whiskey to get some liquid courage. Time to go to the police station and take what's mine.

  I walked outside and found Melissa standing next to my bike. She was wearing her uniform but her brown hair was down, blowing in the wind. I watched the sun reflect off her pale skin and cursed at myself for waiting this long.

  “I needed to talk to you, Dagger,” she said, her fists clenched at her sides. Tears were in her eyes but her face was full of determination.

  I put my finger to her lips. “Shh...” I took her in my arms and kissed her like it had been a thousand years since we saw each other last. She melted away against me and Melissa was finally all mine.

  Epilogue

  Melissa

  The aroma of the barbecue was like heaven on earth. The long picnic table in the back of the clubhouse was surrounded by the entire MC. The table was set up with plates, forks, knives, and napkins. We each had a cold beer sitting next to us, freshly opened.

  Emily raised her bottle. “Who the fuck would have ever believed that the law would be sitting at the table with us. You're a beautiful soul, Melissa, and we're glad you can put up with Dagger's fucked-up behavior.”

  “Thanks so much, Emily,” Dagger replied sarcastically.

  I mouthed the words thank you to her as we all clinked our beers together. Big Mike brought over a big plate of steaks and we all dug in. The corn was fantastic and the meat was juicy and perfectly cooked. Dagger kept eying me like I was his own piece of meat. That man had boundless energy. He already fucked me this morning and he'd have his way with me again tonight. I'd never known so many orgasms in my life. My body just reacted to him in a different way.

  Breaker and Natalie sat at the opposite end with baby Isaac bouncing on Breaker's knee. They looked like a real family. Maybe someday Dagger and I could have that. But that would be far off in the future. For now, I was happy just to spend time with Dagger.

  When I moved here to become Sheriff, I was afraid of losing my friends and family. It was terrifying to start somewhere fresh. I didn't want my life to only become my career. But I had found something here I never expected—love.

  Dagger draped his arm over me and kissed me, his breath smelling of beer and cigarettes. I couldn't help but swell with pride. He was all for me.

  I looked over at the other MC members and laughed to myself that I considered them enemies just a year ago. Now they were family.

  The End

  Royal Love

  Copyright 2016 Lauren Hunt

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  Description

  I never knew he was the crown prince.

  He was just another arrogant, cocky b*stard at the pub trying to get into my pants.

  And I let him...

  When I found out the truth I didn't know what to believe.

  I wasn't cut out to be a princess.

  But now I'm carrying his heir and I'll do whatever it takes to make this fairy tale come true.

  Chapter One

  Pearl

  I slowly creaked open the door to European History 301. Mr. Capshaw's back was to the class, writing
with marker on the white board. Classmates diligently took notes while Capshaw spoke about some war from long ago. It was becoming a habit of mine to be fifteen minutes late—I still couldn't figure out the train schedule.

  I'd only moved to England a few weeks ago with a study-abroad program. Paris was on the top of my list but I didn't know a lick of French. England was the next best choice.