Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(49)

These men live by their own rules, and there is nothing I can do about it. If I want Arrow I know I can’t change him. I have to accept him as he is, and I do.

That, however, doesn’t mean that I will stop being me. It just means that I have to think before I speak.

I’m trying.

Arrow looks over at me just before they get the go-ahead from Sin to start. He lets Rake hit him once, square in the face, then says something to him in a low tone. After that, he gets into the fight. I close my eyes as I hear the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, knowing that, to me, it doesn’t matter who wins this fight. The two men I care about the most are beating the shit out of each other, and all I can do is sit here and let them act like idiots. I hope after they work off all this aggression, Rake can forgive Arrow and let it go. This isn’t the olden days, where he needs to defend my honor because some man took my innocence. Arrow and I haven’t even had sex yet. I look up to see blood dripping down my brother’s face and Arrow’s lip cut open once more. I shoot Sin a dirty look, but he just grins at me.

Why do I want anything to do with these men again?

I stand up and yell at the top of my lungs, “ENOUGH!”

Surprisingly they both turn to me.

“Enough,” I say again, my voice shaky. I grab a first-aid kit from the bathroom, then tend to Arrow’s face. Rake already has two women fussing over him. I gently cup Arrow’s face, lifting it up for me to inspect closely. I don’t like seeing him hurt, even though I now know to expect this kind of shit.

“Fucking stupid,” I mutter to myself, wiping the blood away and checking out the cut. It looks painful, but he is acting like he can’t feel a thing.

He smiles, blood on his teeth. “Nothing like a good fight.”

I wrinkle my nose and look over his ribs. “Anything else hurt?”

He shakes his head and gets on his feet. “I’m fine; now let’s go to bed.”

My head snaps to him. “I’m sorry?”

He smirks. “I’m full of adrenaline, darlin’, and I won the prize. Now let’s go f*ck.”

He’s so romantic.

Not.

I look around to see everyone watching us.

“Don’t you all have things to do?” I ask the peanut gallery.

Faye shakes her head and grins.

Arrow, apparently done waiting, lifts me in his arms and carries me bride-style to my bedroom. Throwing me on the bed, he braces himself over me and kisses me, wincing a little because of his cut lip.

“If you’re not up for this, Arrow . . .” I tease, lifting my hips up and feeling just how much he wants it. “I can take care of it myself.”

“No chance in hell, darlin’,” he replies with a smirk, then undoes my jeans and slides them off. Next to go is my black tank top, my bra, and then last of all my panties. I lie there, completely bare before him, but instead of feeling shy, I feel empowered by the look in his eyes.

He likes what he sees, and I like that he likes what he sees.

I lick at my bottom lip. He doesn’t miss the motion.

“So worth the wait,” he says in a low rumble. “So worth it.”

“Glad to please,” I whisper. “Now, your turn.”

He takes off his jeans. He isn’t wearing any underwear.

My mouth waters at the size of his cock, my eyes widening.

Now that is a cock.

Before I’m finished with my perusal, he lies down and rolls me on top of him.

“I want to enjoy this view,” he says as his thumbs swipe over my nipples. “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I lean down and kiss his mouth gently, as his hands wander, not leaving any part of me untouched.

“Love this ass,” he sighs, feeling each cheek and slapping twice for good measure. “I want to be inside you, Anna.”

I want the exact same thing.

“Condom?”

He curses.

“I’m on the pill, if you’re—”

He exhales, eyes on my mouth. “I’m clean, Anna.”

“Jill?”

“Got tested after her, I wouldn’t put you in any danger, Anna.”

Staring into his brown eyes, I nod and take his hard cock in my hand and slide him into me. I’m dripping wet, but I go slowly, the wide girth of him stretching me. I push down, lowering myself on him until he’s completely inside me. His jaw clenches, but his eyes never leave mine, the connection between us stronger than ever before.

“Fuck me, Anna,” he demands, sitting up slightly and capturing a beaded nipple into his mouth. I move forward, my body doing as it’s naturally inclined, lifting myself up and down on his length.

I’ve never felt anything better.

My jaw drops open and my eyes squeeze shut as I just feel, surrendering to the pleasure. Suddenly Arrow rolls us over so he’s on top and starts to f*ck me with an intensity that should scare me but doesn’t. It turns me on even more.

“Eyes open, Anna,” he commands as mine fall shut. “I want to see those beautiful green eyes as I’m f*cking you.”

I moan in response, spreading my legs wider, silently begging for more, my eyes fluttering open. “Arrow—”

He kisses me, cutting off my begging. My nipples rub against his chest and he reaches down to play with my clit. When he starts to kiss and lick my neck, my orgasm builds to a point of no return. I come—saying his name over and over again, as he continues to pleasure my body with exquisite torture.