Page 21 of Loki’s Spellbinder (Hunters Creek Archangel’s Warriors MC #14)

Her gasp was loud, and then she slid her wet pussy lips back and forth on my fingers. When she’d moved up far enough, I sank a finger inside her. Damn, she was tight.

“It’s not gonna be enough, Loki. I need you to go faster and do it harder. Please. I need to come, but it’s more than that. I want to see, taste, and touch your cock. I want to know how well you’ll fill me up.”

I groaned. “Brae, you have to be sure, babe. You’re really turned on right now.

I don’t want you to say something in the heat of passion that you don’t mean and then regret it later.

Worse, hate me for taking advantage. Let me get you off this way.

Then we’ll let ourselves calm down. If you still want me to take you all the way after you’re calm, I’ll be more than fucking thrilled to do it.

I want you more than my next breath, but it would kill me if you regretted it or hated me afterward,” I confessed.

She gave me a pout, but then she nodded. “Okay, but I won’t change my mind or regret it. Just know that if you’re not touching my clit, I can’t get off from just penetration. It feels good, but that’s all.”

“Challenge accepted. I’m gonna do my damndest to make that a lie. Now let me position you,” I told her a moment before I twisted and brought her down and over to lie next to me on her couch.

It gave me more room to maneuver. I wanted to look so badly, but I kept her covered. I did let her tits console me. I made love to them the way I would her pussy. Her cries, whimpers, and pleas drove me wilder. I got lost in the beauty of making her cry for more and what I could give her.

I felt high. My cock, on the other hand, was ready to explode.

My zipper bit into it. I hissed, but weirdly, it felt good.

I could feel the precum oozing from the slit, creating a mess in my pants.

I didn’t care. I strummed her clit, tweaked it, then thrust another finger into her snatch.

Brae’s cries were becoming louder and sounded more desperate.

I knew how I wanted to push her over the edge.

I moved so that I could suck a tit into my mouth. I teased it as I played with her pussy.

She was wetter than I’d ever felt a woman get.

Her insides tightened as her breathing became ragged.

I thrust a few more times, then bit her nipple.

To prove she didn’t need her clit stimulated to orgasm, I’d removed my touch from her sweet nub.

It was only my fingers inside of her and my mouth on her tit.

She whined my name, but I ignored her. I kept up the other pleasuring and left her clit out of it.

As I’d hoped, it didn’t take her long to crest and then crash.

Her cries and sobs were ongoing and loud.

She flooded my hands with her stickiness.

I eased her down with slow pets over her folds and clit.

She shivered and jerked. It took her a while to settle completely, which made me smile.

When she finally could open her eyes and focus on me, she smacked my chest.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“For that smirk on your face. You don’t need to be more egotistical, so don’t ask me if I enjoyed it because you won’t like my answer.”

“Oh yeah, so how was it?” I teased.

Her flushed face, sparkling eyes, slight pants, and more told me she’d gotten off huge, as if her cries and how tightly she clenched around my fingers and the amount of her cum I had on my hand didn’t.

She gave a nonchalant shoulder shrug, then said, “I guess it’s alright for slight relief. I guess you’re out of practice or never perfected your game. I think I’ll take a nap next time.”

I growled, then pounced on her. I rubbed my beard against her neck and nipped at her skin with my teeth. She shrieked and tried to evade me, but I was too strong, and I had her pinned beside me. It wasn’t until she cried, “Uncle,” that I stopped.

“Now, tell me how that was again. I have no game or technique?” I questioned.

“No, no, that wasn’t what I said. You must be thinking of someone else. I thought it was amazing. I still can’t fully feel my legs. Seriously, Loki, I never thought I could get off without direct stimulation of my clit,” she confessed.

“I’m glad you let me prove it. It was so beautiful to watch you peak and fall apart like you did. Thank you,” I whispered before I sealed her mouth to mine.

It was a leisurely kiss, and I took my time.

I wanted to enjoy her taste again. Plus, I was trying not to think about what would happen next.

I was still rock hard, dripping, and dying to be inside of her.

But I promised we’d calm down and then see what came next.

Eventually, I eased my hand out of her pants.

I pulled away. Brae’s hand came up to caress my beard.

“I’m calm enough now to know what I want, Loki. And I want you and me to go to my bedroom, get rid of the rest of these damn clothes, and let me see and touch all of you, and you do the same to me. Does that sound acceptable to you?”

Her eyes were clear. She appeared calm and in control of her thoughts and emotions. I wanted to shout, Thank God , but I didn’t. I did answer her, though.

“Brae, I’d love nothing more. And if you’re sure, we will. But there are a few things we need to clarify first.”

“What things are there to clarify?” she asked in puzzlement.

“I’m not sleeping with you for a casual fuck.

When you’re safe, I won’t return to Hunters Creek, and you stay here, going about our separate lives.

We won’t meet up when we can to fuck. It’s not a friends-with-benefits situation.

We’ll be making what we told your boss real.

You’ll be my woman. Only in this case, it’ll likely be more. ”

“More how?” she asked breathlessly.

“If it goes well, and I’m praying it does, you’ll become my old lady.

And that’ll mean changes for both of us.

In many ways, it’s more for you since I live in Tennessee and you’re here.

I don’t think I can leave my club, which would require you to leave your job and move there with me.

I hate that, and I don’t want you to think it means I believe my life is more important than yours.

I don’t. It’s just that the club has been my family for the past nine years.

I know you’re close to the Pagans and your mom, too.

I would take you to see them often, and they’d be welcome to visit us as often as possible.

I’m telling you this before we go further, so if this isn’t something you could do, assuming we work out, we stop it here, even though it might kill me. ”

She was quiet, causing my stomach to cramp. When she broke her silence, I listened carefully to what she said.

“I am very close to Mom and the Pagans, and I don’t love the idea of being further away from them.

As for my job, I do love what I do. I wouldn’t be able to give that up.

However, it takes me more than two hours due to Atlanta traffic and the distance to make it from Marietta to Lake Oconee to see them.

Three and a half hours isn’t undoable. We go weeks sometimes between visits, depending on how busy I am or they are.

“On the work front, I can get a job in Tennessee. I took the precaution of getting licensed in surrounding states in case I got a job requiring me to travel. The odds of finding one as a prosecutor for the DA’s office are slight, but it doesn’t mean I can’t still be a prosecuting attorney for people who are affected or hurt by people like Cedric.

Maybe I could find a job with a nearby district attorney’s office over time.

“Moving, that might be slightly trickier. I’d have to see your house to know if it would be adequate. Do you want kids? If so, how many? We might need to go bigger. And I’d want to put my decorating stamp on it. Sorry, a frat boy’s man cave isn’t my style.” She grinned, and I chuckled.

“Finally, assuming it goes past boyfriend-girlfriend status, those things I named as my ideal man’s characteristics, there’s a combo that will never be tolerated.

Any kind of abuse or cheating will have me walking out and not coming back.

I know what old lady means in your biker world, but I won’t care.

You do those two things, and that claim is null and void. ”

Tremendous relief hit me. I had a few things to tell her and to add, but I thought we were in the clear.

“I’ll do whatever I need to to keep you close to your family and support you in finding a job you love.

As for the house, it’s roomy, but you can see if it’s enough.

I do want kids, but if we want them to have private bedrooms and you want more than three, then the house would need to be expanded.

You can freely decorate if you swear not to go wild with the girly colors and flowers.

I can’t stand that. Pink isn’t the new black.

And lastly, if I ever did those to you, which I swear on my cut, I won’t, but if I did, I wouldn’t expect you to stay with me.

If that’s reassured you and you’re still with me, I have two more things to ask. ”

“I’m on board, though I will tell you, I’m terrified to be committed to a man. My donor dad left me with scars I haven’t been able to shake, totally. Okay, go ahead. What are the last two things?”

“First. You know my real name is Alexander Lane. I want you to call me Alexander or Alex. Most people, when I went by my name, called me Alex. I want you to call me one of those when we’re alone.

Using our actual names is reserved mainly for our old lady.

Lastly, are you on birth control? I need to know if I need condoms. If you are, would you be open to not using a condom?

” I hadn’t gone without a condom ever and only had one break on me years ago.

Thank God it hadn’t had consequences. I was eager to go without one with her.

“I’d love to call you by your name, and I find I like the sound of Alexander more.

As for your question about contraception, I’ve always required my partners to wear a condom even though I was on birth control.

But I do wonder what it would feel like without it.

If you’re willing to get tested and are free of any STIs, then I’ll go without a condom after you’re cleared.

I can show you my last test. It was a while ago, but I haven’t been with anyone since.

Work and life have kept me busy. Dating is a pain in the ass, in my experience.

Is that acceptable to you? Oh, and I’m on birth control. I get a shot.”

“More than acceptable. And if you give me a minute, I can show you my last test results. I’ve been steering clear of women since it was done.”

“Hurry because I’m beginning to heat back up, and I want you naked on my bed, Alexander,” she replied. I reached for my phone on the coffee table, my hands trembling. God, it was happening.