Empire of Savages (Savage Hunt MC #1)

7. Alex

Chapter 7

Alex

“Thanks for the ride.”

My mysterious savior cocked his head to the side, like he couldn’t believe he was being dismissed. Despite his assumption that I was a club whore, there was something about him that had made me forget about everything at the clubhouse…like where I was, who I was with, and finding Bliss and keeping my vow to keep her safe. Jesus, I’d even let him finger fuck me in front of the Savage Hunt club members. But when I’d see them all looking—seen them all watching hungrily—I’d been transported back to the time I was raped inside my father’s clubhouse. It had been a couple of visiting members from the San Diego chapter who had thought I was a club whore brought in to entertain them while my father and the San Diego club president talked.

I’d told them no. I’d told them I wasn’t a club girl, but they hadn’t listened.

And they took everything from me.

It had taken me five long years of therapy before I could stand for another man to touch me. It had taken another two to start dating and having sex again, but my anxiety and the panic attack that inevitably followed was always waiting in the dark recesses of my mind, just waiting to rush to the surface if I gave it permission.

I was not my past, though.

I was in control of my actions and the situations I found myself in.

“Aren’t you going to invite me up?” Nick asked.

Shaking my head, I pulled the garage key from my purse. “No.”

“Why not?”

“You thought I was a club whore.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “My mistake.”

Folding my arms over my chest, I said, “It’ll be the last one you make with me.”

He smirked. “You don’t want that orgasm then?”

Jesus, why did he have to mention that? I squirmed, shifting on my feet, because my pussy was still pulsing from where he’d slid his fingers inside me.

Softly, seductively, he said, “Your cunt took my fingers so well, little voyeur.” He stepped closer.

I waited for the panic to flare, and the alarm bells to start ringing, but they were curiously absent. Just like when I was at the bar, Nick’s presence seemed to calm me. Every word he’d whispered into my ear, every stroke of his fingers as he beat back my panic, felt as if he was scaling the steep wall I had built around my heart, breaching my defenses so quickly—so artfully—to slay my dragon of paranoia and distrust.

I could’ve been a little more dramatic and said that him saving me from the two men made him my shining white knight, but one look at the dark slash of brow and intense green eyes, I knew he wasn’t a white knight.

He was my murderous dark knight.

I was brought out of my reverie when he took another step closer, the feeling of being stalked a very real one. “I wonder what my dick would feel like buried in there.” One more step, and I was caged between his body and the outside wall of the garage. We were out in the open—anyone driving by could’ve seen us—and I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Nick dragged his thumb over my bottom lip, his hypnotic green eyes capturing me. He slid his thumb into my mouth, his intense gaze locked on my lips. “I wonder what it would taste like.”

Tasting myself on his thumb made my knees a little weak. He had a filthy mouth, not that that was surprising for a club member.

Removing his thumb, he lowered his head, then his mouth was against mine, our lips barely brushing. “Will you let me have a taste, little voyeur?” he asked softly. “Would you let me sit you on my bike and fucking devour you? Because I want to devour you. I want your orgasm. I worked hard for it. I want it on my tongue so when I return to the clubhouse, I’ll be able to taste you for the rest of the night.”

My whole body was an inferno, and Nick was the lit match and gasoline. Deep down, I knew he would take me roughly, but he wouldn’t cross that line—the one where pleasure and pain blurred. He waited for my answer, but the oblivion that he offered and the chance to enjoy something without the panic rising was too hard to resist. God, don’t let me regret this . As soon as I nodded, he lifted me up and placed me onto his bike.

The man fell to his knees in front of me, tearing at my panties and dragging them down my legs. He stuffed the silky fabric into his back pocket, then buried his face between my thighs. My cry of pleasure and surprise echoed around the abandoned part of the town, and I curled my fingers into the leather seat beneath me. Nick bunched my dress into one of his hands and lifted it out of the way, then slid two fingers into my drenched opening.

The growl that left his lips made me light-headed.

“Fuck, you taste better than I thought you would,” he rasped out, driving his tongue back through my slit and to my clit where he sucked viciously.

Grabbing at his hair, I pulled on instinct, and Nick’s accompanying groan made my blood simmer.

“Harder,” he grunted out, upping the tempo of his fingers. Flicking his tongue over my clit, I felt the pressure beginning to build. I gripped his hair harder, then pushed him down farther between my thighs. He was a savage—licking, sucking, and biting at me in his pursuit of my orgasm. It was when he ran his pinky finger through my arousal and slipped it just inside my asshole that I detonated around him. The waves of pleasure that had been building, and building, and building finally crashed, amplifying the euphoria that was spilling through my body and fizzing in my blood.

Nick was up on his feet a moment later, his hand on the zipper of his jeans. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop now.” He said the words with a feral look in his eyes. His jaw strained. The tendons in his neck pulled taut. “Alex, tell me .”

“I want it, Nick,” I whispered.

Nick’s grin was violent as he spat into his palm and ran it over his cock. With my chest still heaving from the orgasm, a scream was torn from my throat when Nick lined himself up with my entrance and pushed inside me. He gave me a minute to adjust to his size before sliding out to the tip, then thrusting back in. He bottomed out on his third stroke, and I arched myself back across his bike while he wrapped his big hands around my thighs, holding me in place. The new position made his strokes hit me slightly differently, and I felt him brushing up against my G-spot. My head was buzzing with the sensation, and I could feel every single inch of him inside me. His fingers tightened, and when I looked up, I could see the strain in his face.

“Fuck, your cunt is mine, Alex. You hear me?” he panted out, gaze fixed on my face. “I want your next orgasm on my fucking cock as it fucks into you. You going to give me what I want?”

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself from making a mewling sound.

“Now,” he hissed. “Give it to me.”

As if my body was his to command, the orgasm rushed forward, eclipsing all other thought. My whole body jerked upward, the pleasure crashing over me like a violent storm. I let the frantic waves wash over me until I could barely tell what was up and what was down. I was lost in this tempest, and I would happily drown in it if it meant I could feel this way one more time.

Nick groaned, thrusting twice more before coming buried inside me. His cock jerked. Twitched. I clenched my inner muscles, causing him to hiss. He slipped out of me, then helped me to slide off the bike. My legs felt weak. Reaching down between my thighs, he pushed his cum back inside me before bringing his fingers to my parted lips.

It tasted of both of us, and the sex we’d just had—the public sex we’d just had—felt even more taboo. After withdrawing his fingers from my mouth, he sucked on them and what was left behind.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he told me. “And your pussy was fucking made for me, Alex.” After zipping himself back up, he walked me to my door and pressed a kiss to my lips.

He waited until I was inside before starting up his bike and leaving. Running a hand through my disheveled hair, I couldn’t believe I’d let him eat me out, then fuck me on the back of his bike. Bliss would have a fucking field day when she found out.

“Fuck, Bliss,” I said, remembering that I’d been looking for her before I got… distracted. Pulling out my phone, I called her, and she picked up on the second ring.

“Thank God, Bliss, are you okay? Where are you?” I asked before she could say a word.

“I’m at the party. Where are you?”

Biting my lip, I said, “I had a panic attack. One of the guys took me home.”

“Which guy?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m home now, but I need to know you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. I’ll find my own way home.”

I rubbed my fingers together anxiously. “Are you sure? Because I can get a lift back out there.”

“Don’t you dare. Get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Just… be safe, okay?”

“Always am.”

She hung up before I could say anything more.