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CHAPTER

FIVE

CONAN

A groan of relief and satisfaction leaves my mouth when I push the front half of her body over the arm of the recliner and savagely shove my dick inside of her dripping wet pussy with no forewarning or additional fondling whatsoever.

She asked for it, she pushed until I snapped, so I gave her what she wanted—what we both wanted. There are times when your woman says give it to me and you do just that, you give it to her.

My woman, she can be soft and sensual at times but most of our bed play is full of rough tumbling, fights for dominance.

But seeing as we just had a moment and she finally gave me the words I’ve been waiting to hear for what feels like an eternity, I can’t tame my inner beast, so instead of trying to cage him—I unleash him.

My eyes roll back in my head when her cunt snags me, pulsing around my already ready to explode cock from all of our verbal sparring and bantering.

“God damn,” I hiss as I swivel my hips, and increase the tempo of my thrusts.

“Harder,” she demands, plunging her hips back into mine, shoving me deeper inside of her. “Don’t hold back, Conan. I need it.”

In an effort to give her what she wants and has asked for, I reach up with one hand and grab the top of her shoulder blade, halting her grinding movements, and start powering into her.

My pace is relentless as I pound into her.

As the head of my cock brushes against that soft spot inside of her, her head tosses backward and her hair flings out of its clip, brushing against my forearms. The thick, silky strands hit my skin like the tail end of a soft tail whip flogging me, adding that soft layer of pain I enjoy alongside my pleasure.

The beast is driving me, my instincts aren’t my own, they’re animalistic, they’re his.

I give in and let him take charge. No, I don’t have a real animal living inside of me, but there are times that I begin to wonder if there’s something else, something more dominant inside driving me, ruling me.

Especially, where Demi is concerned because before her, he’d been submissive, lounging back with a beer and toasting me with his laziness, but when she entered the picture, he woke and demanded freedom.

“You make me crazy sometimes, Demi,” I grind out. “Your pussy is like a siren, singing her song and calling me to shore, trapping me in your lair.”

“Now that I’ve trapped you,” she breathlessly says, “I’m never letting you go.”

There aren’t many times when you get a glimpse of what she’s hiding behind her mask often, but now that I have, I long to see her softer, more feminine side than this hard ass persona she’s adopted to keep herself safe from others.

Hearing her say those words settles something inside of me, knowing that she’s finally opened the gates surrounding her heart and let me in. It’s a gift I won’t take for granted given what I know about her. No, I’ll treasure it for the precious commodity it truly is to me.

Lifting my hand from her hip, I slide it around her side and glide it down until I find her clit.

I apply pressure to that erogenous button with the pad of my thumb, stroking the lips of her pussy with my fingers.

She shivers in my arms, and I can feel her squeeze my shaft, causing me to grit my teeth so I don’t explode. I’m not ready for this to end.

Pulling my hips away from her and stepping back, much to her dismay, I tell her, “Turn around. I want to be looking in your eyes when you come.”

“So bossy,” she purrs.

She gives me a wanton look as she shifts positions.

I wrap my hands around the back of her knees, drawing her legs up as I realign myself with her center.

The glistening of her pussy lips has me licking my own.

I’d love nothing more than to get down on my knees and worship her, devour her, coat my tongue with her essence, but at this point, I’m beyond having any patience and need to be buried inside of her—again.

Next time, I promise myself, I’ll enjoy her delicacy.

As I slam home, stars bounce behind my eyes in a cluster of lights.

I pummel inside of her as her gasps strike a fire inside of me.

Her hands reach up and scorch my flesh, dragging their way down until they land on my abs.

She buries them in my muscles as her back arches.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants, laying her seductive charms on me.

The sound of her pleas amp me up. I grind into her harder, going deeper, making us both scream in instantaneous, unexpected orgasms. I flop down onto her, our skin sliding along the other’s from the slickness of our sweat.

With her, I never know if I’m going to come in minutes or hours, and there are times I call my manhood and stamina into question. Her fingers comb through my hair, sending chills down my spine. I love it when she strokes my hair seeing as it’s far and few between during our bedroom antics.

“I’ll take good care of you, Demi,” I swear.

“I hope so, Conan, because outside of Luna, I’ve never given my heart to somebody to protect. I’m counting on you not to abuse that act of trust.”

“Never,” I avow. “I’ll protect it and cherish it as if it were my own.”

“I can only pray that’s the truth. I don’t willingly give myself to anyone, you know that. But you have a way with words that make me want to believe,” she confesses.

“These words are only for you. You enrapture me, Demoness. I’ve never wanted to give this piece of me to anyone until you.”

“The softness?” she inquires.

“Everything,” I amend. “I only have a soft side when it comes to you.”

“I won’t say a word. We have to keep your reputation intact after all,” she teases.

“That we do,” I laugh. “I do have to maintain my persona to a level of degree, especially when it comes to the brothers and outsiders.”

“I’m glad you’re comfortable sharing this part of yourself with me,” she whispers. “It makes me feel… special.”

“You are, Demi. So very special. One of the most special people in my life. I eat, breathe, and live for you. You have my loyalty, my commitment, and my ever-lasting trust. I’ve given you a gift, too. Something only Kodiak has ever gotten from me.”

“Trust,” she murmurs.

“Trust,” I confirm.

“I won’t betray that, Conan.”

“I know you won’t or I would’ve never freely given it to you,” I convey, strumming her tight belly with my fingers. My head is now laying over her heart, listening to each rapid, rhythmic beat.

Her physique is not as womanly as I usually go for.

Her underground fighting has her more lean and muscular than my go-to woman.

I love the natural curves of a female, the jiggle of her tits and ass as I pound my way inside of her.

But with my woman, I tossed all of those preferences to the wayside, and for some damn reason, I long to lay fingers on her anytime she’s near.

“I need another shower,” she giggles. “I’m sticky, all over.”

A smile breaks out across my face because I did that and it has me wanting to puff out my chest and beat on it like a gorilla, roaring out my pride.

“Thank fuck I’m on birth control because you came a lot. I know that I’d be knocked up if I wasn’t.”

My stomach sinks because I want that for us.

A family.

Children.

Dogs.

A house.

Hell, I’d even buy her a minivan, which causes me to release a shiver because that’s one vehicle you’ll never find me behind the wheel of. One day, maybe but not now—I have the gut-wrenching feeling that it’s not something she wants, and most likely, never will.

Demi, thinking my trembling is due to being cold, pats me on the back and issues a command, “Shower. A warm one I think.”

Nodding my head along her sternum, I say, “Sounds good. The air conditioner is set low and I’m freezing my balls off.”

Then I feel like an utter asshole because I promised to never lie to her, even if it’s done by omission.

However, the thought I had may put some distance back between us and considering I just made progress with her and took a chunk out of her protective shield, I don’t want to give her a reason to re-erect it.

I have a feeling if that were to happen, it’d be harder to hammer my way through it and I’ll never get back what she’s just given me.

Her. Every beautiful morsel of herself.

Later that evening as we are tucked beneath the sheets of our bed, my phone pings.

Being comfortable I don’t want to move, and with Demi sound asleep in my arms, I don’t want to jar and wake her so I ignore it.

If it’s important, they’ll call or send another message.

As my eyes begin to flutter shut, it alerts again.

“Mother fucker,” I grumble, slowly sliding out from beneath her warmth.

She mumbles, turns to her other side and hitches her leg, her ass on display. I grit my teeth and try to ignore the temptation she’s presented to me. There aren’t many times that I get irritated with my brothers and the lifestyle I lead, but when my woman is in my arms, I do.

When I open up my screen, I release a cheshire grin.

Kodiak: We’ve got the intel I’ve been waiting on. Church tomorrow, ten a.m.

Me: I’ll be there.

Finally! Finally, I can neutralize her biggest threat before taking out the man and woman who were supposed to provide her a safe, loving home.

Sliding back into her back, I pull her into the curve of my body and wind my legs with hers. Whispering into her ear, I tell her, “Soon, baby. Soon you won’t have to look over your shoulder. Sleep, I’ve got you.”

I nestle into her hair, breathing in her fragrance and let it lull me back to sleep, my hard dick forgotten.

When she begins to purr, her body relaxing into me as if I’m her safety net, the reason for her never being scared to give into the darkness, has my preferences switching gears.

I am not chained to my dick, he isn’t in charge, I am.

Her breathing evens back out from my shuffling of her limp body and a deep sleep claims her. I soon follow, knowing that tomorrow we’ll get things in order so we can ride out. That helps me keep things prioritized.

I didn’t lie to Demi, her happiness is my number one focus, not me, never me. I will slay all of her dragons and send her demons back to Hell, even if it’s the last thing I do on this earth.