Claiming the Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 9)

I awaken sometime during the night to rough hands massaging my naked breasts. I blink and wonder why I’m naked when it hits me there’s a man not only in my bed, but he’s also hovering over me. I’m about to scream when a hand caps over my mouth.

“Shh, princess,” Viking’s gritty voice rings in my ear.

I tug his hand away from my mouth. “What the hell are you doing?” I hiss.

In response his tongue snakes out and licks down the slender column of my throat. “Told you I’ll come anytime I want you.” He cups me between the legs with one hand as the other rolls a nipple between his fingers.

I gasp and he chuckles. “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

Shoving a finger inside me he gets straight to it and even though I’m exhausted I’m not mad at the intrusion. I don’t even question how he got into my apartment or how he got my clothes off without waking me up. What I do know is that I love the way he takes control and doesn’t take no for an answer. Viking is a man who knows what he wants and tonight he wants me.

I open to him fully submitting to whatever he wants to do to my body. His lips work up and down my neck and along my jaw as he continues his torturous assault. Alternating between breasts paying lavish attention to both with one hand while he finger fucks me into oblivion with the other. Curling two fingers inside me Viking makes a come here motion hitting me in the right spot repeatedly until I’m clenching my muscles tight around his thick digits.

“Fuck, baby. Can’t get enough of your cunt.” He kisses me wildly, capturing my moans of ecstasy in his mouth.

The man is like a drug keeping me high on him and the way he makes me feel. There’s no remedy. I know he’s no good for me and yet I want him anyway despite my reservations. I’m not naïve enough to mistake this lust for love. I ride his hand, thrusting my hips, chasing the orgasm he’s teasing me with.

I dangle over the edge wishing I could allow myself to fall, but I know I gotta keep things between us cool and casual. It’ll hurt less once it ends. He’ll get what he wants from me, and I’ll do the same. I slide my hands down the naked expanse of his back, exploring the grooves of his muscles as they flex.

I close my eyes allowing myself to get lost in the sensations as he replaces his fingers with his thick cock like I’ve been injected with a paralytic venom that only responds to his touch. My pussy greedily accepts him to the hilt. Laying here in my bed with him inside me is like a dream I never want to wake from. His thumb drags across my lips before he shoves it between them and I suck, tasting myself on him, recognizing the flavor from last night. Never thought I’d think tasting myself would be sexy but with Viking anything goes. There are no limits to what I’ll do with and for this man as long as he keeps fucking me completely stupid. Because that’s all this is. Sex. Me allowing myself to be dominated by his toxic but good dick.

He wraps a hand around my throat and my eyes pop open as his hold tightens. He applies light pressure but not enough to hurt me. “I fucking own you, princess. Your pussy is mine. Want you to remember that when you go out with that dirty pig this weekend. Every time he touches you, I want you to remember how my hand feels around your throat.”

“Ah. Ah.” The back of my head hits the headboard as it knocks against the wall.

I wrap my legs around him, holding his body tight to mine wanting to ensure he doesn’t pull out when he comes. Our bodies pound against one another relentlessly. Slapping together as though neither of us can get enough.

I’m like a feen, craving this demon that is him and the way nothing else exists when he’s inside me saying the vilest things.

“When he kisses you, he’ll be tasting me. Cause I’m all in you. Every hole, every inch of your skin is gonna be marked and owned by me.” He starts moving faster, harder, and deeper. I wrap my arms around his neck biting his skin till I break the skin tasting the metal of his blood wanting to posses him in every way possible.