Empire of Savages (Savage Hunt MC #1)

17. Alex

Chapter 17

Alex

I was woken up by the sound of my apartment buzzer ringing. Blinking bleary eyes, I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was nearly three in the morning. From inside my nightstand, I pulled out my gun, then staggered out of bed. I made my way to the window and peered outside. The yellow cast of the streetlight revealed a figure standing outside the garage. My heart immediately leapt into my throat, then slowed when I realized if someone was going to vandalize my place of business, they wouldn’t knock on my door first.

As if sensing my eyes, the figure stepped fully into the light.

Nick.

And the stupid organ in my chest squeezed in anticipation.

After dropping the gun back into my nightstand, I ran to the intercom, buzzed him inside, then threw open the door. I listened to his progress through the garage and up the apartment stairs, my nerve endings firing. On the landing, his green eyes found mine, then drifted down my body, lingering on my breasts and thighs. I looked down. I was wearing an old t-shirt that barely covered my ass and was so thin it was translucent when held up to the light.

“It’s late,” he said, his voice husky.

I nodded. “Yes.”

He licked his lips, his eyes darting away for a moment before returning to my face.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “You seem… off.”

Nick shook his head, but the intensity of his energy didn’t wane. “I didn’t come here to talk, Alex.”

I swallowed. “What did you come here for then?”

His eyes were on my lips as he said, “What do you think?”

Before I could respond, he was on me, backing me into the apartment and slamming the door shut behind us. One of his hands was in my hair, the other tight on my hip. His huge body was covering mine, his thigh pushing between my legs. He hadn’t even kissed me yet, and I was overwhelmed. On fire. Stripped back to base instincts and desire.

“I need to feel you again,” he told me, hovering his mouth over mine but not yet touching. “But I don’t want to hurt you.” Ghosting a finger over my lower back, he said softly, “I feel unhinged. I’m afraid I’ll ruin you.”

I swallowed my whimper, then whispered back, “Ruin me, then.”

With a feral growl, he set me on the kitchen bench, gripped my thighs, and pulled them apart. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and when Nick’s gaze dipped to my throbbing center, a desperate moan worked its way up my throat, spurred on by the savage look on his face.

Stepping closer, he lowered his face between my legs, and my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. I didn’t know what had brought this on, but I knew that his need was just as powerful as mine. He worked his mouth over my pussy, sliding his tongue between my wet folds and lapping at me. Beneath my skin, my blood was humming, my body aware that euphoria was about to wash through it.

He grunted like he was in pain, driving his tongue as deeply as he could inside me. His mouth was heaven on my body, but I was startled when something wet and warm dripped onto my pussy. I glanced down to find Nick’s eyes focused on where his spit was running down my slit and onto the bench between us.

I must’ve made a small sound of surprise because he told me, “I want your cunt to swallow my cock. Completely. Without resistance. I want to feel myself bottom out inside you, then push in a little farther to hear you scream.”

He finally dragged his gaze to mine, looking for my permission. Looking for my submission. I nodded, and he began the slow descent into my torture. He impaled himself, not slowing until he was nudging the very back of me. My inner muscles spasmed around him, making him groan. Nick’s hands tightened on my knees, dimpling my skin.

“Pull up your shirt, Alex,” he ground out. “I want to see those tits bounce for me.”

Reaching for the hem of the shirt, I lifted it up my body. The moment the air hit my breasts, my nipples puckered into tight peaks. Nick stared at them for a long minute.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, finally— finally —kissing me. His tongue lashed against mine, pushing into my mouth with the same relentless drive as his hips. I clung to the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white as he began to fuck me at a punishing pace.

Breaking the kiss, he dipped his head to my hardened nipples, taking one into his mouth and biting it. I moaned, unable to help the sound as Nick brought me closer to my orgasm. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth, the bite just as hard, but the flicks of his tongue against the tender flesh were even better.

I was soaring.

Leaning back on my hands, I let my head drop, feeling my hair tumble free of the bun I’d stuck it in before bed. Nick fisted the length, stretching my neck and exposing the length of my throat to him. Still pumping into me, he held me in that position, and I opened my eyes to see that he was staring at me with abject hunger in his eyes.

Seeing me watching him, he yanked back a little harder, and my body felt a spark of pain zinging through it.

“Nick,” I moaned. “Nick, I’m so close.”

His cock was slamming into me, touching me so deeply, making me feel so much. Reaching between us, he flicked my clit—the sharp pain adding another layer to this experience. My orgasm answered his demand, tightening my insides, sending contractions through my lower body. My pussy was practically throbbing with the need to come.

“Don’t come until I say so,” he managed to say, his rhythm somehow still smooth despite the frantic pace. I was soaked for him, so each thrust was met with nothing but slickness. He flicked my clit again, making me bite down on my lower lip. I was overwhelmed by the sensations, and I honestly didn’t know how much longer I could last. He was shoving me over the edge with his punishing strokes and violent touches.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he grunted. “Yeah, I can feel your pussy clamping down tighter and tighter around me. You want to come, and you want to come all over me, don’t you, Alex?”

“Fuuuck,” I whined, his filthy words and my own need to tip over the edge making my skin feel too tight—too fucking much.

He drilled into me for seconds, minutes, hours more, and I felt my control finally starting to slip.

“I can’t hold on.”

“Yes, you fucking can, because if you don’t, I’ll take the punishment out on your ass.”

For some reason, Nick talking about spanking was the final straw. I felt my cresting orgasm like it was a train crash waiting to happen. It was barreling toward me, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it.

Nick changed the angle of his next thrust, and I shattered. I came long and hard and without any control over my body. He grinned at me, but there was nothing pleasant in the gesture. Without warning, he withdrew and slid me from the counter. I stood there, dazed and still twitching, wondering what he was doing, until he ushered me to the couch. He bent me over the arm, slammed back inside me, then began to pump again.

The new angle reignited my orgasm, adding fuel to the spark that he’d created. I bit the cushion to stop my screams but jerked up when there was a loud crack , followed by a sting on my ass. He had spanked me, and I flooded his cock.

Nick growled his approval. “That’s it, Alex. I want you gushing on my cock.”

He spanked my other cheek. He spanked me again and again, until my skin was warm and my body was finally sated.

“Fuck, your body, Alex? Your cunt? It’s heaven.” His words were punctuated with a thrust each time before they finally stilled and I felt him coming inside me.

Claiming me.

Ruining me.

Just as he said he would.

The next morning, I woke to a weight on my lower body. Having lived alone for the past few years, it had taken my brain time to remember what that weight was.

Nick.

He had come over early this morning.

And he had fucked me so well that I’d slept through my alarm.

“Shit,” I muttered as I looked at the time on my phone. It was after eight-thirty.

Nick’s sleep-heavy voice said, “Don’t even think about moving.” Then he slid down my naked body and settled himself between my thighs. Spreading them wide, he leaned in and inhaled deeply.

I tried to shut my legs, but his strong fingers held me open. “There’s nothing better than warm pussy in the morning,” he said right before leaning down and running his tongue through me. I squirmed, the feeling of being touched there again so soon after Nick had ravaged me sending little sparks of pain through me. That disappeared, though, as soon as he found his rhythm. He was slow, savoring me, setting a pace that was just above sedate.

“Nick,” I said. “I’m late for work.”

He rolled his green eyes up and looked at me, but never stopped licking and sucking at my flesh. I was so consumed by him that my bedroom door being flung open—hitting the wall so hard it left a dent in the drywall—barely registered. I blinked at Bliss standing in the opening, brandishing a closed umbrella in front of her like a weapon and a stunned expression on her face.

“Bliss!”

Her shock melted away and was replaced by a smile. “Oh, thank God you’ve not been murdered in your bed.” She waved her free hand at me. “Carry on.”

She waltzed off, only to come back in again, peering over Nick’s huge shoulder.

“Nice technique, too.” She patted his bare ass and left once more.

The whole time, Nick hadn’t stopped sucking at my clit.

Covering my eyes with my arm, I tried to process what had just happened. Did my best friend catch me with a man between my legs? Yes, yes, she did. Did she also compliment him on his technique of eating pussy? Also correct. Did that same man stop while this was all going on?

No.

Not. At. All.

“Nick.” I tried to get his attention again. “Will you stop?”

He frowned, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue until my eyes were practically rolling to the back of my head.

“I’m not leaving this bed until we both get off again, so if you want to get to work, hurry things along.”

I blinked at him, not quite sure what I’d just heard.

“I can see you need some encouragement,” he told me, sliding two fingers inside me and crooking them to rub at my G-spot.

Two-point-three seconds.

That’s exactly how long it took me to come against his mouth. When my legs had stopped scissoring against the bed, Nick slid inside my twitching pussy and fucked me until he came.

Pulling out of me, he stood and held out his hand. “Come and take a shower with me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why do I get the feeling that a shower with you is more than just a shower?”

“I promise I won’t fuck you. I just want to take care of you before we both go about our days.”

With a reluctant nod, I slid from the bed, feeling his cum sliding out of me. Taking me by the hand, he took me into the bathroom, started the shower, then pushed me gently under the spray when it was warm enough. With light strokes, he washed my body, then his own before turning off the water and retrieving towels for us both.

“Go and get dressed,” he ordered, rubbing the towel through his dark hair. His biceps flexed with the motion, making his tattoos dance and writhe. “Go,” he added, kissing me lightly on the lips.

I walked into my bedroom feeling lighter than I had in months. I got dressed in a pair of denim shorts and an oversized cat tee—the one with a fat orange cat in the middle and the word ‘chonk’ written below—then pulled on my steel-capped boots.

Nick was already back in his clothes from last night and waiting for me at the kitchen counter. “I looked for coffee but couldn’t find any.”

“I haven’t made it to the store yet,” I explained.

He nodded, took my jaw in his hand, and kissed me. “I have to go.”

“Okay.” It came out as a whisper.

“Tomorrow night. I’ll take you out properly.”

I nodded.

“Walk me out.”

Together, we went down the stairs and into the garage, then through to the office. Bliss had her head bent over the pad of pink Post-it notes, a Sharpie in her hand as she said, “So, you’re the man who’s been banging some life back into my best fr—” She looked up and stopped.

Nick’s hand flexed ever so slightly in mine.

“It’s you,” she said.

I stared at Nick, then turned back to Bliss. “What are you talking about?”

Bliss was still staring at Nick like he was the Boogie Man.

To Nick, I said, “How do you know Bliss?”

“I don’t,” he replied, his gaze still on my best friend. “Just saw her at the same party I met you at.”

“Yeah, because I went with her that night. We were supposed to stay together until I lost sight of her.”

He looked at me. “ She was the friend you were looking for?”

What the hell was going on? “Yeah.”

“Is this the guy who brought you home?” Bliss asked, her Post-it pad and Sharpie forgotten.

“Yeah.” My brows bunched. “What the fuck is going on? Because the way you’re acting right now, it looks like you know each other a little better than just in passing at the party.”

Nick turned to me. “Bliss almost caused a fight between two of my club brothers.”

“A fight?”

“It was nothing,” Bliss added hastily. “Just a little misunderstanding.”

Nick continued, “I broke up the fight and had her removed from the clubhouse.”

My eyes darted back to Bliss. “You were removed ?”

She shrugged, but her usual devil-may-care attitude was absent.

“Next time you want to stir up trouble like that,” Nick started. “Don’t. And stay away from the fucking clubhouse from now on, you got it?”

Turning to me, he gave me a searing kiss that turned explicit within seconds. When I pulled away from him, I was panting.

“Tomorrow night, baby.”

And with that, he left.