Tyrant (Satan’s Angels MC #1)

Chapter 4

Lark

M y breath catches and becomes non-existent as Gray’s hand tangles in my hair and his hard body slams up against mine. Fuck fairytales, with their Prince Charming nonsense, Gray is the only man I have ever hungered for. He’s the only man I’ve ever wanted to kiss me. The first thing I’m aware of besides his heat, is his hard cock jutting into my stomach. He doesn’t slam his mouth over mine and plunder. He parts my lips with the pad of his thumb on my bottom one, looking at me like I’m the sweetest sin he’s ever going to taste. That low growl that erupts from him is the last thing I hear before we both fall into ruin. His mouth slants over mine, kissing me soft and brutal at the same time.

It’s clear that the anchor of control separating us like a gauzy curtain has snapped and we’ve drifted loose. That spark that roared to life in Gray’s mind a few months ago and the ember that has been burning a hole in my belly for years are fanned into a wild, out of control blaze that warms us from the biting wind and the icy cold night.

I know it’s dangerous and wrong. I know that this night is going to be little more than ash by morning. I know that I can never have what I desire, what I begged for. This is a one and a last. Nothing about this is going to fix me, but I’m here anyway. I need it anyway. One taste will never fulfill my cravings. I can’t just move on and find another and give them a heart shot full of holes, but maybe after this night, I’ll be able to breathe again. Maybe the madness in my brain will finally settle.

I curl my hands into the back of Gray’s leather jacket and hang on tight. He started out slow and gentle, but turned into someone wild and depraved. What he’s doing to my mouth is more than just a kiss. He dominates me with lips softer than I ever could have imagined, even though his beard scrapes over my jaw and cheeks.

He didn’t want to do this. He wouldn’t be doing this if I hadn’t driven him to it. He’s breaking his own code of honor, his vows, his brotherhood. He kisses me like it’s him who has been waiting a lifetime and not me, longing for the forbidden.

He’s delicious, the masculine smells that surround him drifting through my skin and knotting themselves inside of me, a rope of memory never to be frayed apart. Leather and gas, oil and lemon, mint and spice.

He tastes all of me, tugging my head back so he can get deeper. All I can do is hang onto him to prevent my knees from buckling when he paints a blazing path over my tongue with his.

He sweeps me back, driving me against his car. The cold metal of the bumper and grill bang against my lower legs and bites through my thin leggings. I’m pinned between the car and the sleek, muscular lines of Gray’s huge body. His heat scorches through me and as his hands tighten in my hair and on my neck, I feel utterly dominated. I wouldn’t allow any other man to handle me this way. No one but Gray has the right to own me and possess me.

I wait for him to say something when his mouth breaks away from mine, but he’s silent except for the ragged breathing. He doesn’t forcefully steal himself away. I don’t have to reach for him and frantically claw him back, afraid that I’ll lose him long before morning comes to tear us apart.

He kisses my chin, scraping his teeth over my sensitive skin and down my neck. I tilt my throat up, letting him have that tender part of me. He doesn’t bite me. He undoes my jacket all the way, puts his scalding hands underneath my sweater and camisole, and thrusts them both up. I’m not wearing a bra. My nipples are hard and ready. His hot mouth scalds a path to them, his beard leaving me raw and tingling. His teeth rasp over me until I throw back my head, ready to scream.

One strong hand clamps over my mouth. I yank him to me, shaking it off. I twist my arms around his corded neck and wrap my legs around his thighs. He rocks forward with the motion to balance us and this time, my ass ends up on the hood of his car. I’m frantic, a wild animal, my mouth latching onto his neck to taste him where his pulse throbs under his skin. I lick his beard just to get to the salt of him beneath. My sharp teeth sink into his skin, sucking and laving him with my tongue until he makes a feral noise that rumbles against my mouth.

His hands leave my neck and hair and I’m afraid this is it. It’s over already, but Gray just looks at me with those wild grass green eyes. It’s always summer when you look into them, even in the dead of winter when the whole world is asleep.

There’s no pause there, no regret, no hesitation. Only a brutal determination that makes me so wet the fabric of my leggings is soaked in a hot rush. I know what Gray is. I know that he’s got a good heart and the best soul, but he’s rough and frayed around the edges. He lives hard and fast. He’s at home on the dark side. I know that it won’t be gentle with him, and I don’t want it to be.

I scoot closer, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist until I feel the hard length of his cock pressing into my stomach. He doesn’t shove my hand away when I press it between us, exploring the shape of him. He’s thick and huge, just like I imagined in all my sleepless, fevered moments, and I know it’s going to hurt. It’s going to tear me apart before it ever feels sweet, and I want it. I want his brutal pain and pleasure. I want the soul of him, all his kindness and loyalty, the gentleness and intelligence he’s never once tried to hide away because he’s proud of who he is and knows those things don’t make him less of a man. He’s always been so sure of himself, even when he was young and still finding his way into a world that has no room for weakness.

I want to cry and mourn and break apart. I hate myself for this selfishness. How can I call it love when I know this will hurt him and cause him more guilt? How can I live with myself if I don’t? Love is hard. It’s complicated. It’s bitter and beautiful, like a rose dipped in poison.

I reach for his belt with the huge metal buckle. It was a gift from his dad for his fourteenth birthday. I remember Raiden laughing about how everything is always skulls, but I could tell my brother was secretly jealous. I’ve only ever seen Gray’s dad once in person, when I was twelve, and I remember thinking they looked nothing alike, even though they dressed similar, in roughed out jeans, worn in t-shirts, a lot of leather, chains looping from back pockets, heavy boots, and skulls all over the place.

“Gray…” I undo the button of his jeans and guide his zipper down carefully and brush my fingers over the waistband of his tight boxers. White with black writing, the same goddamn black writing that I imagined running my fingers over when I made myself come in private. I’d caught a glimpse of them peeking out of his jeans when he bent over earlier that day and for the first time, I truly knew what that hum was in my blood.

I dip his boxers down and take him out. He’s so hot in contrast to the air around us. My fingers barely wrap around him. In all my fantasies, I never imagined that he’d be this thick, so long, so ridiculously beautiful. I trace the vein that runs down the length of his shaft, rubbing it gently with my thumb in wonder. He throws back his head and releases a thunderous groan to the sky. The head of his cock is so red. I swipe my thumb over it, baring my teeth in a hiss of delight as precum leaks from the tip and glistens right in front of me.

“I need you inside of me,” I hiss, running my hand down the length of him again, tightening it just to see the hard shadows it brings to his face, feeling a surge of power ripple through me.

“You’re so small.” His hands circle my waist, and his chest smashes up against mine. It doesn’t sound like criticism.

Gray is more than man enough for me, but am I woman enough for him? I know I’m not woman shaped. I know my boobs are barely there and my ass is flat.

I tilt my chin up, ignoring the sting of insecurity. “Good. I want you to force it to fit. I want it to hurt. I want to be so full of you that nothing else exists.”

“Jesus Christ, Lark,” he hisses, but he doesn’t sound the least bit religiously reverent.

I’ve never been so wet and empty. It’s not just dirty talk. I mean it.

I wriggle my hips against him. The pulsing between my legs leaps in tandem with my heartbeat. The heaviness pooling in my belly is so strong that I wonder if I could come just from having Gray’s cock in my hand.

“Gray… please.”

As if my rasped plea unlocks him, he takes my leggings in his hands and tears the flimsy fabric from the waistband down. He lifts my ass and hips and wrenches them away. My upper body falls back against the car. I catch myself before my head hits metal, grinding my spine down, letting my ass bite into the cold to protect myself.

Gray’s huge, tattooed hand pushes my thighs apart. He spreads me out, bare and glistening for him. I didn’t bother with panties, I was in such a rush to meet him. There is nothing between him and me and the wide and endless night.

“Goddamn, you Lark,” he curses in a white billowing fog. “God fucking damn you for infecting me. You’re a siren, a soul eater, temptation that I can’t bear. You’re the fall of the world, you’re the ruin of mankind. I hate that I haven’t been able to look at or touch another woman since you left. There has been no one since I took you to prom. No fucking one.”

“Gray…” I try to sit up, reality crashing back brutally. “I’m sorry.” This isn’t worth hurting him beyond repair. “We don’t have to do this. Even if I leave tonight, even if none of what I begged you for can be true, even if no one ever knows, it isn’t worth ruining the best parts of you. I don’t want to be your biggest mistake and your worst regret. I wasn’t thinking. All I want is you and that’s all I’ve been able to fixate on. I knew what the cost would be, but I came here and demanded it anyway.”

His hands curl into my thighs, gripping hard enough that I know I’ll be bruised by morning. “Leave? You’d just go? One night would be enough for you?”

“Never, but my heart… your heart… it matters more than this.”

“You’d be my queen for a night and in the morning, what? We pretend like it never happened?”

Shit. I see the darkness gathering in his eyes. Clouds and violence that I’ve never seen in him before. I’ve made him angry, coming here like this. Acting like a temptress. Luring him to break his oath and dishonor himself. I can’t look at him. I drop my eyes, the scalding brand of true shame washing over me.

Gray tugs me up and gathers me in his arms. He holds me tenderly, a brutal breath breaking from his lungs and warming the side of my neck. “You might be my ruin, or my downfall, but you’ll never be a dirty secret. I would never claim you and mark you and leave you. You want to stand at my side as my queen? You’ll be my queen. You’ll be my world. I’ll make everyone and anyone who questions us see that it’s right. I’ll make your brother understand.”

I clutch him close, fists in his jacket again, craving his skin and his closeness. I want his skin so badly, his body, his heart and soul, his life.

A pang of fear clatters through me, nearly drowning everything else out. Gray isn’t a normal man, and I am painfully ordinary. I’ve lived a good girl, sheltered life. Whatever made me think I could step out of that and into his brand of ordered darkness?

“Are you a virgin?” His question thunders through my blood.

“Y-yes,” I stammer right near his ear. “I belong to you and no one else.”

“Fuck.”

I think that’s a bad thing before I lift my head and see the tenderness written all over his face. I threw Gray’s keys away like a spoiled little brat, but he doesn’t need them. He carries me across the dark yard to the white farmhouse that looms over us. Two stories with an ancient porch. I pick out a few other shadowy hulks of buildings I didn’t notice before from over his shoulder. He carries me like I’m air, his hard body pounding and swaying against me.

There’s a camera at the door. I can see its glowing eye. He punches in a code at an angle I can’t see and crashes through. He locks it behind him and thunders through the dark, boots pounding their way up the stairs. The house might be old, but it’s warm and it smells good. Wood smoke and oil and the man it belongs to.

Gray barges through an open door and sets me down with care on his bed. He turns and switches on a lamp on his dresser across the room. It makes me want to giggle and cry at the same time. That silly pink and purple lava lamp I got him as a gift one year, more of a joke than anything. I found two matching ones at a garage sale and gave one to my brother and one to Gray.

“You kept it.” My voice is thick and heavy. I slam my legs shut, suddenly shy in the light in here, even if it’s not much.

It paints the room in sunset hues, reflecting off the brass headboard and footboard, the surprisingly antique dressers.

“Did they leave this behind? The people who had the house before?”

Gray’s lips turn up at the corner as he removes his jacket, he makes shrugging it off look like the hottest strip show on the planet. He tugs his t-shirt over his head, and I’m dizzy as soon as I see all the scrolling black and gray ink working its way over his roped muscles. I’ve seen Gray without a shirt more than a few times, but it hits different knowing that my hands and mouth are going to be all over him. Knowing that he’ll be mine, that he’ll find a way to make us an us if I’m brave enough to let him.

I never thought much past this night. Wishes don’t come true in real life.

Gray toes off his boots. His belt is already unbuckled, even though he’s tucked himself back in. He slides his belt through the loops but tosses it aside. I still get a vivid image of him welting my ass with it. I’ve read too much smut. My life was boring and safe. I had to escape somehow.

He slips out of his jeans like he’s going to throw them over a chair at the end of the day before he climbs into bed alone. He’s not, though. I’m here. I’m watching. He’s undressing for me .

When his boxers come down and he’s totally naked, I take the time to fully appreciate him. I’m not afraid to look. I just still can’t believe this is real. It’s happening.

It’s not enough to just look. My mouth waters because I need to taste. My hands itch to touch. I want his wild strength harnessed under me. I want him to get on top of me and fuck me into his mattress, imprint me in his bed and his life. I want to mark him and leave my scent all over him.

I’m still wearing my stupid jacket and sweater. I sit up and peel them away, flinging them to the floor until I’m as naked as Gray. He tore my leggings off. I have no idea what I’ll wear home. His sweats? Jesus, I want to wear his clothes. I want something of his with me at all times. I’m not crazy enough to think this could happen overnight. It would take months, maybe even years for us to truly be able to be together. We have lives. Mine is in Seattle. Gray has the club here. If our lives are truly going to merge, I want it to be right. Right means waiting for a time that is not going to shatter anyone when they learn about us.

My parents. Raiden. The club.

As if he can hear the force of my thoughts, Gray kneels before me. I can only marvel at the tangle of long, thick hair, this strong and powerful man on his knees on the floor before me. He might have understood me as an eternity of no, but once he’s made up his mind about something, there’s no undoing it. All of his energy is focused in that direction. If I know anything about him, it’s that.

No one has ever touched me like he’s touching me. I hit the bed hard, but it’s still so much softer than his cold car outside. He spreads my thighs apart. His hands might be calloused and stained, tattooed and scarred, but he’s gentle. He bends his head and places kisses on my sensitive skin, so fucking close to the seam of me. I’m soaked for him. Leaking all over the place.

I grasp his shoulders and hair, not gently, and pull him up to me. It’s either come or have the delicate strands pull out of his scalp.

Gray’s eyes shine with something new, something astounded, as he stares down at me. Yes, this sweet little thing that he thought he knew has claws. She can be an animal for him, a dirty girl, an angel turned into a demon.

I shudder brutally as he takes his cock in his hand and positions himself between my legs. I lift them, wrapping them hard around his hips. His muscles tremor and quiver, his swirling tattoos on his arms and chest jumping and rearing to life.

He stops when he notches the head of his cock against my soaked entrance. I don’t feel a second of fear or doubt, just horrible, burning longing. I know it’s going to hurt. I’m so much smaller. It’s my first time.

“I meant it when I said I want you. It’s okay. I’ll be okay. Please.”

“Fuck.” He grinds his teeth together so hard his jaw cracks above me.

I flex my heels into his ass. He has such a beautiful one. He got the club’s bowing headstone angel tattooed on his back when he patched in, with ‘Property of Satan’s Angels MC’ above it, but there’s no ink lower to mar his perfect ass . I want to trace that unmarked flesh with my hands and tongue until his golden skin is tattooed by me.

“Do it. Please. Now. Fill me, Gray. Make me yours.”

I want to watch him shatter me, but the instant I feel him push inside, I close my eyes and lift my hips, trying to get closer. I’m so annoyingly petite.”

“Look at me, Lark.”

My eyes tear open at the hard command. I stare right into Gray’s face as he pushes inside of me. It does hurt a little, but I wriggle against him so he won’t stop . Shivers of delicious pleasure fill up the empty longing that was etched into my muscles for years.

I claw at Gray’s back, but I don’t let my nails truly sink in. He arches up, his corded arms holding himself above me, separating us just enough that I can watch as he sinks inside of me all the way . He goes so, so slow, taking his time with me, creating a pleasureful madness that makes me cry out.

He fucks me in long slow thrusts. Nothing compares to the feeling I get when I look back up at Gray’s face and see him lost in wonder of us. Gray, this strong and impossible and untouchable man.

He’s impenetrable and powerful above me, but he’s no longer impossible. He’s still a dream, but he’s mine. Not untouchable .

His thrusts undo me. He works me towards a climax that is going to be nothing like anything I’ve ever given myself. I grind into him, meeting every hard stroke with a feverish one of my own. He bottoms out inside of me, pushing my limits, and it makes me feral. I dig my nails into his shoulder and bite at his mouth, devouring him until I’m slick and panting, my skin soaking wet and clinging to his sheets.

The pleasure is so intense, and then Gray runs his thumb along my pulse point, pressing it to the rapid beat. One more thrust so hard that it truly feels like he’s writing his name on the inside of my walls, and I shatter. Every single piece of my body flies apart. The pleasure isn’t really pleasure at all. It’s an exquisite torture. Gray is fully in control of giving it to me, of taking me to the brink as soon as the pleasure starts to ebb, of thrusting me into that abyss all over again.

“Fuck… fuck. Lark.” Gray grits the words, my name, and then his huge body stills, and warmth floods me.

I’m so hot and wet where we’re connected. Gray never really stops. His cock keeps thrusting inside me, almost lazily, still hard. The whole room smells like the salty, musky tang of sex.

I’m a mess when I come back down. An aching, soaking, sticky, hot mess. Gray’s mess.

The feral intensity in his eyes screams it. Mine.

His.

His, my dream, my man, my beast, and my soft and tender soul. His, if only the world will allow it. His, because he’ll make it so.