Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(42)

“Does he make you feel like this?”

“Did, Laius, not does. But no. He didn’t.” Everything with Laius was familiar—the eyes, the protection, the jealous possessiveness, the anger, the big cock—yet so incredibly different. Mature. Experienced. Better. Much much better. Like I’d been flying economy but got upgraded to first class on this trip to a dark, sinful pleasure town.

“I’m gonna fuck him out of you until I’m all that’s left.”

I screamed as he upped his pace. He wasn’t going to just fuck Ty out of my system. He was fucking my brains out of my head with that huge cock that felt like it did reach my skull when he slammed himself all in.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Jo. So fucking good. You took all of me, in that little, tight pussy of yours. Every fucking inch. God.” His groans and red, strained face while he fucked me were the sexiest things in the world. The way the metal in his cock reached all the right spots while he thrust in and out of me with skilled strokes sent me clenching hard around his swelling length.

“Jesus… You’re… Fuck…” He swore as I exploded around him, screaming at the top of my lungs, letting everyone at the compound inside and outside that I was Furore’s dirty whore and I fucking liked it.

He waited until I came down from the wildest orgasm I’d ever had, looking at me with some kind of awe. Then, the second I stopped clenching, he pulled out of me with a growl and came all over my face, marking it, too.

Shit. Ty had done this to me one time before, but I didn’t like it at all. With Furore, I didn’t even flinch as he was making it official.

I was all his.





CHAPTER 25


Furore



The stain of my cum on her face, hers on my cock, all of her naked in my arms, and yet I didn’t feel she was all mine.

“I didn’t think you were the cuddle and stare type.” She smiled.

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

I was seriously wondering if she was an actual witch. She had the body of a real woman, with needy, naughty curves in all the right places, but the face of an angel, so sweet and innocent, which was now a commercial of post-orgasmic pleasure, flushed and glowing and vulnerable, calling to me to be ruined even more. She took a big guy like me in one sitting, and that took magical talent. But above all, she made me addicted to her cunt even before I fucked it, sent me burning with jealousy over a teenage boy because she had feelings for him, and I was now thinking of all the ways I could erase him from her body, mind and soul so I’d be the only man for her. So she could be all mine. I didn’t know what the fuck she was doing to me, but it was dangerous shit. “Take off your contacts.”

“I’d love to. My eyes are screaming in this house with all the dust, and the contacts are making them a burning hell. But is it safe?”

“You’re always gonna be safe with me, Jo.”

She nodded, on her face, that smile that floored me every time, the one that sealed her fate without her even knowing it. “I trust you, but what if someone comes in?”

“You think someone can barge in on us?”

“Have you looked at those doors? If someone so much as blows on them, they’ll fall apart.”

“And you’re okay with it? The risk of being walked in on while you’re being fucked?”

“It’s you who choose a place with an audience every time you touch me. I’m the poor girl who doesn’t have a say in it anymore. Isn’t that what you keep telling me?”

“C’mon. You fucking like it. The risk of being caught. The feeling of being watched. The thrill of being naughty. The power that you don’t give a shit.”

“Well, if I’m being totally honest, while I’ve always been discreet, living in the shadows, keeping my head low, this openness you offer and the power that comes with it are growing on me.”

Like a disease, she gave me her smile. I was grinning like an idiot, in spite of the bubbling rage, because she made me fucking happy just by being in my arms. “You can be yourself with me. Always.”

“I know. But what about with the rest of your friends?”

“I trust my crew with my life. We protect each other. They’ll never hurt you. Hasn’t Fort been watching out for you all this time?”

“Does he know who I really am?” she whispered, alarm lacing her voice.

“Not yet, baby, but he will. The whole crew, too. It’s fucking scorching in Texas. You can’t be wearing that wig all the time. It’ll give you a rash.” I laughed.

Stunned, she touched her false hair. “You knew? Not even my girlfriends noticed or suspected, and they’re women. How could you know?”

“Your girlfriends never had to buy a wig in their lives, I guess.”

She stared at my hair, doe-eyed. “And you did?”

I laughed again. “For my sister. Cancer.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry. Is she…”

“Alive and kicking and a pain in the ass as always. Don’t worry about that little bitch. She’ll outlive us all.”

Her lashes fluttered. So fucking cute I wanted to eat her. “You…seem close.”

“I grew up in Texas, ma’am. All families are close. Too fucking close sometimes. Sammy is the living breathing proof of it. You’d better be ready for dinner parties, barbeques and pecan pies every single Sunday. There’s no escaping that. Ever.”