Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(52)

“Why are there no scars, sweetheart?” It wasn’t what I expected and I feel the urge to shrink back inside myself. I fight it off. I can do this.

“It’s amazing what the right doctors and money can do.”

His eyes hold mine, but he doesn’t reply. I’m so focused on watching his face and on waiting for his reply that I didn’t expect his fingers to push inside of me and I gasp at the welcomed shock.

“My Hellcat is already wet for me.”

“Zander,” I moan as he pushes against my leg to make me widen my stance.

“You didn’t answer me earlier. Do you think I’m stupid?”

As he asks the question, at least two of his fingers are moving slowly in and out of me and his other hand is spreading my * open for him. The cool breeze of the ceiling fan hits my sensitive skin and combines with his hot breath and the chill spreads through my system and I moan from the excitement building inside. Zander pulls me in and weaves a spell around me. He makes me someone I don’t even recognize, but someone I want to keep being…His.

He flattens his tongue out against my * and licks me, just once. He finishes by flicking his tongue on my clit and thrusting his fingers hard inside of me.

“So good, Zander. God, you’re so good.”

In response he sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth and traps it between his teeth and then bites.

I jump at the unexpected pain. I start to complain, but he soothes it with his tongue. He stops his fingers though, and I moan at the loss.

“You didn’t answer, Hellcat. Do you think I’m stupid?”

I look at him confused. I feel like if he doesn’t continue soon I’m going to combust.

“No…”

“Who did I claim, Dani?”

“Me…”

“Good girl,” he says getting up. I want to beg him not to stop, but I’m so drugged with desire and confusion, I can do nothing but watch him.

He sits down at the table, pulling his chair back. He looks at me expectantly.

“What…?” I ask, because he keeps looking at me like I should be doing something.

“Get up on the table and give me breakfast woman,” he orders.

“Me…On the table?”

“I’m going to spread you out on this table. I’m going to eat your sweet little * until you f*ck my face so hard you come all over it. I’m not going to stop until you admit that you’re mine and realize that I don’t want any other woman, but you.”

“Zander,” I try to interrupt, but he doesn’t let me.

“And finally, I’m going to give you my dick and f*ck you hard. I’m not going to stop until you understand once and for all that the only f*cking reason you’re not wearing my cut and my name is because you’re the one not ready and after hearing about your past—I get that. Still, you gave me your body and you’re giving me more. So, I can wait, because I know what I want—I got what I want, right here. Now get your f*cking ass on this table and give me my breakfast.”

His words hit me. I mean they hit me. Everything that he says, all that he says, pierces me and lodges deep inside. It hits in spots that have been so empty, so raw and alone for so long, I thought they were dead. I have what I want, right here. How is it that seven words can rock the foundation of your whole world, but make you feel like you could fly at the same time? I love this man. I’ve only loved four people in my entire life; my mom, Nic, Ray and now…Zander. I love him. It scares me, it terrifies me, but his words give me courage. Courage, because I know he means them and I trust him. I trust him completely.

So, even though my legs are shaking I walk to him. I slide up on the kitchen table and sit in front of him.

“Lay back, Hellcat,” he orders, making no effort to move. His voice brusque and demanding.

I do as he tells me, bringing my knees up and bracing the bottoms of my feet on the table. I hear a chair scrape against the floor and then his hands are pulling my legs up on his shoulders. I barely have time to adjust before his face pushes against my * and he starts tasting, licking and eating me as if he were a dying man and I was the only thing that could save his life.

It’s an apt analogy, because he is saving me…one broken piece at a time.

I love him.





Chapter 24




Crusher


“Hellcat?” I whisper, as I sneak into her room. It’s after three a.m. and I’m f*cking killed. So much has been going on at the club in the last six months. It feels like I never look up. Dancer came home and though that was a good thing, he’s got some heavy shit on his shoulders and he’s still having trouble adapting. He and Carrie are expecting a baby and that seems to have helped. What hasn’t helped was the club finally discovering who was behind paying Irish and Twist. The trail led us straight to the father of the man Dancer killed.

Fucker almost took me, Dance, Carrie and Bull out before we got him, but we managed to survive and get the motherf*cker. Bull was hurt pretty bad, he’s a tough son of a bitch, though. He had to be, to survive having his brain bashed in and then being stuck in an explosion. It’s left him with a lot of problems, but I know he’ll come out of it.

The constant uproar and danger was wearing the club down, but it was also the one thing that convinced Dani to move into the clubhouse full time. Which was damn good, because Dragon is keeping me so f*cking busy, if she didn’t live here I’d hardly get to see her. I need that woman more than air at this point. I’m completely, lost in her. The only thing giving us any trouble is that she’s still hiding the fact that we’re together. It’s pissing me off. She has this idea in her head that Dragon would forbid it and it would cause me trouble in the club. I told her I didn’t give a f*ck and she was wrong, but she panics. She’s not ready to tell Nicole yet either. That’s going to have to change soon. Gunner and Freak already know about it and I’m pretty sure Dragon and the others suspect it. Kind of hard not to, when we f*ck anywhere and everywhere we get a chance. My woman is adventurous, hot, needy and always ready. The only thing I can’t seem to talk her into is giving me her mouth. She hasn’t told me a lot about her past, but I know her problems with it begins and ends there. I’m patient. I can wait, and honestly if I never get that from her, with everything else she gives me, I don’t give a f*ck.