Empire of Savages (Savage Hunt MC #1)

13. Alex

Chapter 13

Alex

Nick was dominating my senses. Every touch illicit. Every kiss a drug. I wasn’t sure where this need for him had come from, only that it was here, and it was insatiable. Despite promising myself that I wouldn’t ever get involved with a motorcycle club member again, there was no way I could say no to Nick. Even when he gave me the choice to stop everything, I hadn’t.

Because I wanted this.

I wanted him.

“Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see those perfect tits of yours.”

Slipping my hands down between us, I pulled off my tank top, exposing myself to Nick’s feral gaze. His green eyes were soon swallowed by darkness when they landed on the circular scar on my left breast.

“Where’d you get that scar, little voyeur?”

I tried to cover it up. This was why I didn’t let anyone see me undressed. Even Maddox hadn’t seen my breasts when we’d fucked. They were always covered, but Nick wouldn’t let me hide.

Pulling my hands away, he asked his question again—only more forcefully this time. “Where did you get the scar, Alex? Tell me. Now.”

Dropping my gaze away, I said, “I was fourteen. I was… raped, and one of the men thought it would be funny to use me as an ashtray.”

“What?” His tone was dark. Deadly. “How many?”

Biting my lip, I said, “Five.”

“Who are they? I want names, and I want to start with the man who thought he could mar your perfect skin.”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. He’s dead now anyway.”

“I hope he died painfully and at your hands.”

I blinked, stunned by the vehemence in his words. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. He was a member of a motorcycle club. Violence. Extortion. Intimidation. They were the tools of his trade. Being with a woman didn’t miraculously turn them off.

“My brother made him pay for what he did.” I said the words softly, because it was the first time I’d ever told another living soul about what Luca had done for me. After I was sent away, he and Hayes went after every man that had been a part of my rape and killed them. It was something he made me swear I’d take to the grave, but now that he was dead, there was no reason to keep so quiet about it.

“He got all of them?” I nodded. “Good.”

He returned his attention to the scar. Leaning forward slowly, he placed an open-mouthed kiss to it, running his teeth along the damaged skin like he was committing the feel of it to memory. When he pulled away, he touched his fingertips to where my skin was still wet from his kiss.

“Our scars are what make us stronger.”

I nodded.

“And our revenge on those who wronged us is what feeds the darkness in our souls.” Leaning forward, he ruthlessly and unapologetically took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on the distended flesh while palming my other breast. The feel of his wet mouth on my skin, the touch of his hand, made my breath catch. My hips began to move on their own, grinding down against his cock and making my panties even more soaked than before.

When my breasts were heavy and aching with need, Nick lifted me from his lap. Standing between his legs, I watched as he pulled out his cock and began to stroke it.

“Take off your shorts and panties,” he commanded.

I did what he asked without question, enjoying the way his eyes were fixed on the apex of my thighs.

“Spread yourself for me, little voyeur. I want to see your swollen clit getting ready for my tongue.”

Reaching down between my legs, I spread myself for his view, feeling slightly vulnerable and unsure. That uncertainty evaporated when he began to pump himself harder the moment my clit was bared to him. The look in his eyes was intoxicating, and I felt my arousal slip down the inside of my thigh.

Nick watched the line of wetness traverse my skin. “Is all this for me?” he asked, reaching out and running his finger up my leg, collecting the moisture. Bringing his wet finger to his mouth, he hummed his approval. “Sit on my fucking face, baby. I want to make you scream my name.”

Climbing up onto the couch, I hovered awkwardly over his head, unsure how to do this. Nick immediately took control, wrapping both his hands around the tops of my thighs and pulling me down. I let out a little yelp of surprise, then moaned when his tongue swiped through my center and his lips latched on to my clit. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh, driving me higher and higher. Tightening his fingers, he pulled me closer to his wicked mouth, alternating between flicking my clit and sinking his tongue inside me.

With nowhere else to hang on to, I grabbed his hair and pulled. He grunted his satisfaction, increasing his already insane pace against my pussy. One of my hands drifted to one of my bared breasts, and I pinched my nipple, teasing it and imagining it was Nick’s mouth. When Nick made a pained sort of noise, I looked down to find him watching me.

“Keep playing with your tits, Alex,” he encouraged, licking between my folds. “I want to see how you touch yourself. How you make yourself feel good.”

I felt wonton. I felt beautiful. I felt like I was in control of what was going on between us, and that power was something heady—something significant. Early on, I’d been taught that sex was a power imbalance. Men held all the power and women were just there to take whatever they were given. My rapists had taught me that, and Maddox had eventually taught me a much harder lesson. But Nick tipped the scales. He made sure I held the power, that I was in control. He gave me a much-needed boost in my sexual confidence, that I could take what I wanted and not have to second-guess my actions.

I was lounging in these thoughts when there was a sharp sting on the inside of my thigh. I gasped, looking down to find that Nick had bitten me, and the fact that he’d done something so primal had me trembling.

“Eyes on me, baby. Always on me.”

I shook my head. “Sorry. My mind was elsewhere.”

“I know. But when my mouth is on your pussy, when my tongue is inside your beautiful cunt, I want your mind on me. Got me?”

“Got you.”

He kissed the same spot he’d bitten. “Where was your mind just then?”

“I was thinking about how much power I have right now.”

“Because you’re sitting on my face?” Another kiss—this one closer to my drenched opening.

I squirmed against him. “I was thinking that maybe I’d want to return the favor.”

“You want to wrap your lips around my cock?”

I nodded.

“I want that, too, but I’m not willing to give up your cunt just yet.”

Thinking that was the end of the conversation, I was surprised when he flipped me upside down, so we were front to front, but my head was in his lap. He spread my legs wide, holding them out while he greedily continued to eat my pussy.

His cock was in front of my face, the head seeping pre-cum. I gripped him at the base and sucked him into my mouth. Using just the tip of my tongue, I ran it over the thick veins on his shaft, skimming the bottom of the crown.

“Alex, baby,” he grunted. “You want this to last, you’re going to have to stop doing that.”

With a satisfied grin, I gripped him by the base and began to suck. He was larger than Maddox, but he slid down my throat easily. Hollowing out my cheeks on the upstroke, I relaxed my throat on the downstroke, allowing him to hit me a little deeper on each pass.

Nick reached up and spanked me on my ass when I lingered on the glans at the bottom of his head again, which only made me moan and writhe against his wicked mouth.

He let out a strangled groan a moment before he righted me and lifted off the couch, bringing me with him. Our kiss was searing. I tasted myself on him, and he licked at my lips as if he couldn’t get enough. Placing my feet on the ground, he spun me around and pressed my hands to the couch cushions, leaving my ass in the air. Feeling exposed, I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. His green eyes were transfixed on my soaked pussy as he took off his jeans and shirt. Richly colored tattoos covered his chest and neck, but it was the long, jagged scar on the left side of his torso that caught and held my attention.

“Our scars are what make us stronger,” I whispered, wanting to run my fingertips over it.

Something burned between us, the words hovering there momentarily before he gripped my hips and stroked his cock through my folds, then slapping it against my clit.

“Are you ready to take my cock, Alex? Are you ready for me to fill you up?”

“Please,” I whimpered, shamelessly grinding down on his rigid length. Notching the head at my opening, he slid into me with one smooth stroke. I was so wet, so ready for him, that my body provided zero resistance.

I was his.

Completely.

I hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. We were still on the couch, me sprawled on top of Nick’s chest, my head resting over his heart. He had one hand tangled in my hair, and the other was running along my lower back and ass in long, languid strokes. He had taken me from behind, making my legs weak with how passionately he fucked into me. It hadn’t taken long for me to come the first time, or the second time. It was only when my third orgasm had crested that Nick had allowed himself to finish.

I was being reckless with my body, but with Nick, all common sense seemed to go right out the window.

I shifted to peer up at him, feeling his cum slipping out of me with the small movement. “Will we ever use a condom?” I asked, the thoughts spilling out of my mouth unbidden.

“I don’t want any barriers between us, baby.”

“But what if I wanted to use them?”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, the softness of the gesture so different to the way he’d used my body to find our pleasure. “Then I would use one, but I’d tear it off so I could still come inside you. Remember what I said.”

How could I forget what he said? He was easily the best fuck I’d ever had, and the contrast between his uncontrollable desire for me and the care he took afterward made me want more of him. More of this.

“I only met you two days ago.” I whispered the words into the silence.

“Sometimes a second is all it takes,” he replied in a dark voice, and it suddenly felt like we were talking about something else.

My post-orgasmic bliss was disrupted by his phone ringing.

With a curse, he slid me off his naked body and rifled through the pockets of his jeans. Propping myself up on my elbow, I watched him.

“Yeah?” he answered. After listening a few moments, he said, “I’m coming now,” then ended the call and looked at me. “As much as I wanted to fuck you again before I left, I have to go.”

Stretching myself out across the couch, I asked, “The MC calls?”

“Something like that.” He got dressed, and I watched the way his muscles moved under his tattooed skin. There was hardly an ounce of fat on him, and the thought that he took such good care of himself only made him more appealing.

“You keep looking at me like that and we’re going to have a problem,” he said, the sound of his rumbling voice enough to make a column of lust burn through me.

I sat up, and Nick watched my body with a dark, hungry stare. I didn’t want him to leave. Sitting on the edge of the couch, I widened my legs and drifted my fingers down to my pussy. I muffled a sharp inhale—it was still sensitive from the last orgasm he’d given me.

“What kind of problem?” I asked, playing with my clit.

Nick flicked the button off his jeans, pulled out his cock, and began to stroke. “The kind of problem that has you choking on my dick.”

“I can think of worse ways to die,” I replied, opening my mouth for him.

He stepped toward me, his green eyes on my exposed pussy. He slid the head of his cock along my bottom lip, then cursed when his phone rang again.

“Sorry, baby. I have to get this.”

He tried to pull back, but I wrapped my hands around his cock and started to pump. Nick’s eyes darkened, but he answered the call.

“What?” he barked. “Fuck, I’m coming now… I know I said that before.”

He listened for a few more minutes. I sucked the crown of his cock while I pumped, wondering if I could get one more orgasm from him before he left. Swirling around his hardened shaft, I flicked my tongue across the slit, causing him to wrap his free hand around my jaw.

“Yes, I’ll meet you there,” he said into the phone, but his eyes were on me. He flexed his hips suddenly, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. “Yes. Yes. No, that lead was a bust.”

He continued to fuck my mouth as he spoke, his chest heaving but there was no change to his voice. As soon as he hit the back of my throat on the next thrust, his hand tightened on my jaw. He held my head still, pulsing his dick into my mouth until I felt him coming along the back of my tongue.

Taking the phone away from his ear, he said in a warning tone, “Don’t swallow.”

I groaned at the command, holding his cum and his cock in my mouth and snaking a hand down between my thighs to stroke my throbbing clit. Nick’s hand tightened again, and my eyes darted to his face. He shook his head, then withdrew his dick, slapping it on my tongue twice before fully stepping away.

“I’ll see you then.” He hung up. “Did you swallow?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl. Now, sit on top of the couch. Legs spread. Glistening cunt open for my eyes.”

I did as he asked, perching on the top of the couch and opening my thighs to him. Leaning down, he kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. Something about him licking at his own cum nearly pushed me over the edge. When he pulled back, he kneeled in front of me, then—hovering his mouth over my pussy—he let his cum drip down onto my already soaked cunt.

The sensation was warm, and wet, and I squirmed. Nick began to rub at my clit, slowly working his fingers down. One slid into my opening. And another pushed against my asshole.

“Relax, baby. Let me in.”

Releasing my breath, I tried to relax into it, letting him push farther into my body. When he was satisfied, he started to pulse into me, and my whole body lit up with awareness. With pleasure. With satisfaction. He worked his thumb over my clit as he pumped both fingers inside me, and when he leaned down and bit my clit, I detonated around him. Jerking. Panting. Fucking dying from the pleasure, I blacked out for a moment before my senses came back online again.

With a satisfied smirk, Nick slid free of my body and stared at the evidence of my orgasm. “You have a greedy pussy,” he stated, slapping it.

I writhed, the pleasure and the pain too much after such a rush.

“ My greedy pussy.” Getting off the couch, he tucked his cock back into his jeans and slapped his thigh. “Come.”

Lucifer walked out of my bedroom and stood at Nick’s side. Jesus, I’d been so caught up in Nick that I’d completely forgotten about his dog being a witness. When Nick got to the door, he turned to me. “What are you fucking doing to me?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, a shudder running through me.

His jaw tightened, and then he was gone.