Page 15 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family

Chapter

Ten

Emir.

Underground fights had a pulse.

The second we stepped inside, I felt it.

The atmosphere was organized chaos and loud as hell.

The base from the speakers barely drowned out the shouts from people throwing money on the next round and arguing over who their picks would be.

The place was packed and the crowd was hyped like always.

We barely made it through the entrance before I heard a familiar voice call out.

“Muthafuckin Corvidaes have graced us with their presence.” I grinned before I even turned to face him. Cannon, the owner, was already making his way toward us. His grin was cocky and his eyes were low from whatever he was blazing when they bounced between me and Baylyn.

“Yair getting in the ring?”

“Yeah, you didn’t know?”

“Nah, I just pulled up. You know I don’t be here like that anymore. I wished I would have though. I would’ve raised the betting limits.”

“You’re already making enough off him.”

Cannon’s grin expanded. “Yeah, I am.” He glanced over to where Kades and Yair were standing near the ring. “Yair’s ass is gonna have ’em throwing crazy money on this fight.”

I looked toward my brother, watching as he stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders loose. Yair was focused, unbothered by the noise or the eyes watching. He was in his zone.

“He gonna win?”

“You really asking me that shit?”

Cannon laughed. “Fair enough.” He tipped his chin toward Baylyn, studying her. “And who the fuck is she?”

“With me. That’s all you need to worry about.”

Baylyn tensed at my side, but I kept my arm locked around her waist.

Cannon didn’t press. “Didn’t think I’d see the fucking day.”

He grinned at Baylyn one last time before he shook his head and walked off.

I did another sweep to check in on my brothers.

Kades stayed near the ring with Yair, like he always did before a fight.

I led Baylyn toward the back, finding a spot along the wall where I could see the action without being in the thick of the crowd.

She hesitated when I pulled her against me, her back flush with my chest, my arms looped around her waist, but she didn’t fight it.

“I hope he gets paid a lot for this. Look at them.” She cringed, glancing toward the ring where two men were beating the shit out of each other. They were both bloody and bruised.

“Yair doesn’t do this for the money.”

Her body tensed against mine. “Then why do this?”

I moved my fingers lower on her hip.

“Control. Balance. Our world is complicated. You take whatever balance you can find. This is his.”

She didn’t respond, but settled into me like she knew I wanted the contact. We chilled until it was time for my brother to get in the ring. When his fight started, Yair didn’t waste time. His opponent was bigger and heavier, but that didn’t matter. Yair’s advantage had never been strength.

It was his precision and patience. His ability to break a man down before the fight even really started. The first few minutes were just that, testing the guy and studying him. I knew the exact minute Yair saw the opening.

A solid jab to the ribs. A hook to the jaw. The crowd exploded and his opponent staggered back, shook it off, and came in swinging wide. Yair dodged, pivoted, and anticipated the next move before it even happened. His body was controlled and his movements were focused.

Baylyn was quiet, watching the rawness of it. The energy was wild as hell so my grip on her waist tightened to keep her grounded.

“This is what he does. He takes his time, breaks them down, and then…” I paused until it happened.

The knockout. A perfectly executed hook. Yair didn’t gloat or raise his fists. He just walked off and the crowd went crazy again but I was already pulling Baylyn toward the back exit. She didn’t stop me or question why I wasn’t waiting for my brothers until we were outside on our way to the car.

“You’re not going to say anything to them?” she finally asked as we reached my car.

I unlocked the doors, opening hers first. “Nah, I don’t need to.”

She studied me with her brows pinched. “Why not?”

“He didn’t need me here. I was just showing you more of my world. This is a part of it.”

She slid into the passenger seat. I shut her door and rounded the front of the car before I got in the driver’s side staring at how good she looked being my rider.

“What now?” I asked hoping we were on the same page.

I could see the wheels turning in her head and the silent choice she was making. After a minute, she lifted her chin and gave me the answer I was hoping for. “Your house.”

I tossed my chin, started the car and shifted into drive, pulling out of the lot praying like hell she was cool with what I had planned.

I pulled into my driveway, watching Baylyn out of the corner of my eye.

She was quiet but not uncomfortable, just aware.

And anxious as hell…

I killed the engine and got out, walking around to open her door. She hesitated for half a second before taking my hand. I led her inside making sure to maintain a connection because she was nervous. The second we were inside I knew I fucked up.

She belonged here…

Baylyn stood in the center of my living room, arms crossed loosely over her chest with her weight shifting from one foot to the other.

I could tell she was nervous and not just from being at my place but from being alone with me.

I dropped my keys onto the console table near the door, then walked toward her, stopping inches away but still close enough that I could see the rise and fall of her chest.

She could have all the time she needed…

“You good?”

“Yes.”

“You sure? You look like you want to bail.”

Her eyes lifted to mine. Her expression was steady but her pulse was thumping erratic as hell. Her pretty ass was about to freak the fuck out.

“I’m not going to bail.”

I closed the last of the space and my hands landed at her waist, sliding down the curve of her hips. She trembled just a little when I pulled her in closer until her body aligned perfectly with mine.

“Can I kiss you, Baylyn?”

She nodded, but I shook my head.

“You have to tell me.”

“Yes.”

That was all I needed. I cupped her face, tilting it up just enough for my lips to graze hers, testing her reaction, building her anticipation. Then I kissed her.

I claimed her possessively, like I’d already made the decision for both of us because she was no doubt mine. I let her feel exactly how true that was with every swipe of my tongue. She sank into me. Her fingers curled around the fabric of my shirt and she pulled me closer.

I groaned, deep in my chest, because fuck, she tasted good. I deepened the kiss and my grip tightened on her hips, bringing her closer. Baylyn moaned into my mouth and I took advantage of it, sliding my tongue against hers, coaxing and claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt.

She was mine now. Wasn’t no letting up off this…

Her body leaned into mine like she needed me to keep her upright. I pulled back just enough to search her face.

“Still good?”

She nodded but I needed more than that.

“Say it.”

When she gave me a soft but steady yes, my dick thickened a little more.

That was all I needed.

I took her mouth again, deeper this time, pushing my hand under her shirt and sliding it to her back. Her skin was warm and she arched into me as my fingers moved with a deliberate path over her spine, bringing her closer until there was no space left between us.

Her hips shifted forward and my control snapped.

I spun her, backing her against the wall, bracing my hands on either side of her head before I leaned in, letting her feel just how hard my dick was. She moaned in approval.

I needed my mouth on her pussy.

“Take your shoes off.” She frowned but toed out of them one by one.

I slowly lowered and slid my hands up her thighs, unzipping her jeans before my fingers hooked into the waistband of them and panties and dragged them down slowly.

Her hands dropped back against the wall behind her as she watched me with narrowed eyes.

I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher, teasing, until my mouth was right where she needed me. I licked her pussy dangerously slow, keeping my eyes on her.

Her breath shuddered. “Emir…”

I smirked, loving the way she said my name.

Then I devoured her, sucking on that pussy with an intensity that had Baylyn’s pretty ass completely lost.

My tongue slid through her lips, slow at first, just enough to make her hips jerk. I gripped her thighs, keeping her steady while I feasted. My tongue stroked deep, my lips wrapping around her clit and sucking hard while I pushed two fingers in and fucked her with a slow, easy pace.

Her hands dropped to my head and her breath was ragged as she rocked against my mouth, chasing it.

“Chase that shit, Bay…”

I spoke against her pussy, letting the vibration pull another moan from her lips as I kept going, flicking my tongue in slow, calculated strokes. She was so wet, so fucking sweet, and the way she moaned, desperate and needy, had my dick throbbing and aching to be inside her.

Her thighs started to tremble and I knew she was close.

I sucked her clit between my lips, grazing it lightly with my teeth before stroking my tongue against it again.

That was it.

My name left her mouth and her back arched, her entire body tightened as she came hard, hands gripping my head, pulling me deeper into her pussy while she circled her hips.

I licked her through the climax, dragging it out, letting her feel every second of her release before finally pulling back, pressing soft, teasing kisses against her, smiling when she jerked at the contact.

She gasped with her chest heaving until her fingers slipped from my head and she sagged against the wall.

But I wasn’t done.

I wanted more.

Extending to my full height, I gripped her chin, tilting her face up as I kissed her, deep, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. Her moan had me shoving my tongue deeper.