Page 39 of Loki’s Spellbinder (Hunters Creek Archangel’s Warriors MC #14)

His words thrilled me. I gave up trying to reach and let myself go with it.

I would push my hips toward him when he pushed inside—and tightened my inner muscles.

Loki stroked in and out like a piston, and I was right there.

A few minutes later, I went over and blew.

However, as I cried out and orgasmed, he kept going.

I wasn’t able to come back to a fully relaxed level because my man wouldn’t let me rest. So while I did ease out of my orgasm, he was pushing me straight toward another.

I knew it would be a bigger one. I clawed at his chest, then raked my nails over his nipples.

He grunted, and my legs were pried away from his waist. I made a protesting sound, but he ignored it.

Then, Loki flipped me onto my stomach and smacked his hands down on my ass cheeks.

He did it three times, each harder than the last, before he spread my cheeks and slid his cock back inside my needy pussy. I whimpered.

He didn’t resume the aggressive stroking he was doing.

Instead, he slowed down. I was about to ask why when I felt him running a slick finger over my asshole.

Loki had gotten into my oil when I wasn’t paying attention.

I moaned into the mattress. I had to work not to tighten my asshole.

I wanted it, but I was anxious. His finger, compared to mine, was larger.

“Let me in. I wanna feel how tight this sweet ass is,” he whispered.

I couldn’t deny him. Not when he let me touch his, and I wanted it.

I lifted my ass toward him as much as I could.

He slowly circled and ran his finger lightly over my tight back door before pressing inside.

I moaned at the burn of it as I stretched to allow him access.

But even with the burn of it, I knew it would feel so good.

While he was working his finger into my ass, he was still fucking my pussy, but not as hard or fast as before. I didn’t mind, not with the sensations he was stirring in the back.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“It hurts just right. The burning intensifies the pleasure somehow.”

“Good. I only want you to experience good things. If it’s not, tell me no. I gotta admit, I wasn’t sure about letting you do what you did. I almost stopped you, but once you got me going, goddamn. I get it now.”

I giggled then moaned because Loki increased not only the tempo of his cock’s strokes but those of his finger.

Next, I felt the stretch in the back increase and knew he was inserting another finger.

I had to move. I shoved back my hips when he was stroking inward with his fingers and cock, driving them deep.

He groaned as I cried out. I went wild as he let go of his restraint and fucked me into a screaming orgasm where I was barely able to catch my breath. It was so intense and prolonged.

For Loki, he was able to hold off a couple more strokes, then he froze, shouted my name, and pumped what felt like a massive load of cum inside of me while his fingers drew out my release.

By the time I was done, I went limp. My man eased out of both holes and flopped down beside me. I smiled over at him.

“You’re incredible, Braelyn Hill. I’m so damn thankful I found you,” he said.

“You’re no slouch yourself, Alexander Lane. I’m doubly thankful I found you.”

We had enough strength to kiss. I got lost in it. I knew the night was far from over, and I was looking forward to what was to come. Once I rested for a few minutes, I’d be ready for round two.

Loki and I slept in late. It was Sunday, and we could do whatever we wanted.

After making brunch, since it was a lovely day out, we explored my new home.

I checked out the many amenities the compound had.

The Pagans had nice compounds in both chapters, but you could tell that Hunters Creek had been at it longer, and some of their ideas definitely affected the Pagans’ choices.

I got the explanation of how the clubhouse and property became theirs.

It was an old mansion that Bull bought with plenty of land from a family who ran a funeral home in town.

The heirs had sold the house and land when they got rid of the funeral home.

They hadn’t lived in Hunters Creek for a long time.

Behind the clubhouse was an extensive outdoor grilling area, a children’s play area, and, who could forget, the pool.

I was anxious for next summer to be here just to try it out.

The property was enclosed, not in fencing material, though Loki admitted it had been. Three years ago, they’d replaced the chain-link fence with concrete block walls with razor wire at the top to make their families more secure. It was intimidating, for sure, but comforting for those inside.

I liked the townhomes they’d built to house guests.

If Mom and Rage didn’t want to stay with us when they visited, they could use one of those.

Loki said the townhomes, the extra bedrooms in the clubhouse, which were fifteen in total, and the additional rooms in members’ houses let them accommodate a decent number of people when they came for large parties.

The rest camped on the grounds or got rooms in town at a hotel.

We kept walking further and further until we reached the back wall. As we did, I saw a large building sitting alone. I pointed to it.

“What’s that?”

Loki hesitated. I wouldn’t push. I knew from the Pagans not to ask certain things. “Never mind. Wow, I think I need a rest before we head back. Let’s sit over here.”

I indicated a nearby stand of trees. There was one lying over. As we went to it, we were silent. I’d hardly gotten seated when Loki, who remained standing, spoke.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was cutting you off.”

“Alexander, it’s alright. I know that there are things classified as club business.

The Pagans have explained it to me, and so has Mom.

I won’t pry even when I might be dying of curiosity.

I understand the need to keep things confidential.

Your reasons may differ from mine with work, but it still applies. ”

“Thank you, and yes, sometimes I won’t tell you something because it’s club business.

However, this isn’t really that. As it is, it’s nothing secret within the club.

The mortuary family who lived here conducted cremations.

They didn’t do it at the funeral home. Rather, they had that side of their business done out here.

No nearby neighbors to complain about it.

That building is where they did them. We call it the Cellar. ”

I was hit with disbelief, quickly followed by intrigue, then dawning comprehension. “I’ve never seen where they do cremations. I’ve got to ask. Is the equipment, the oven, or whatever it’s called, still in there? Is it functional? Or can you not say?”

“The oven is called the cremation chamber or retort, which is a weird name. I was curious when I first learned about it, so I researched it. That sucker has to get up to fourteen to eighteen hundred degrees Fahrenheit to be hot enough to break the bone down into tiny bone fragments and ash. Propane or natural gas is the usual fuel source. This one has a natural gas line running to it.”

“I could see how having access to something like a retort, if it were functional, would come in handy sometimes.” It slipped out before I could censor myself. “Forget I said that. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Babe, you’re our legal representation due to the letter you had us sign a while back.

To answer your unspoken questions, yes, it is to both.

And anyone knowing about it might get us in a heap of trouble.

The family is long gone, and no one remembers it’s here, I don’t believe.

It seems people were creeped out because the crematorium was here and wouldn’t buy it.

That allowed Bull to get it cheaper than they were asking.

He used the money saved to renovate the house into our clubhouse. ”

“Well, you’ve all done a fantastic job of making everything a beautiful, safe, and comfortable place to live. Okay, let’s start back.”

The return walk went faster, though we chatted about a variety of things.

We were getting to know each other. Even after such a short time, I felt I knew Loki better than anyone.

He’d opened up to me, unlike anyone else I’d dated.

I did the same with him. He’d asked about my prior boyfriends and why none of them worked out.

I told him. When I asked about his previous girlfriends, he denied having anyone important in his life since joining the club.

Before that, he said there had been a few girlfriends, but nothing ever lasted.

I asked if he’d ever been in love. His response was only with me. I confessed it was the same for me.

When his cell phone rang, we were back within sight of the clubhouse, our destination rather than home. He frowned as he dug it out of his cut. “Who the hell would be calling me?” he muttered.

When he pulled it out, his frown deepened as he answered. I couldn’t see the screen. “Hey, Ace, what’s up?”

Ace was married to Jocelyn’s daughter, Devyn. I loved their combined love story and the fact that the two couples met and fell in love at the same time. He listened for a minute, then muttered.

“Who the hell could that be? I don’t know anyone by that name. Give us a minute or two. We’re finishing a walk and are almost to the clubhouse. We’ll meet you in the common room.” After another few seconds of listening, he hung up.

“What did Ace have to say?” I asked.

“Apparently, a kid was at the gate. He said he was here to see me. He knew my real name. They tried to ask him more questions, but he refused to talk to anyone but me. His name is Xander.”

Curiosity had us speeding up our pace. It took no more than five minutes before we entered the clubhouse.

Inside, there were people scattered around the room.

Scanning for Ace, we found him at a table in the center of the room.

He was seated next to a kid. All I saw was his hair.

This boy must be Xander. Bull, Jocelyn, and Devyn were there with them.

We went to them. Ace stood when he saw us.

“Braelyn, Loki, sorry to call, but he refuses to say anything other than his name and that he has to see you, Loki. This is Xander.”

As we came around the table to face the boy, I studied him. He appeared ill at ease. A bottle of water was in front of him. His eyes were darting around the room. I felt sorry for him. He was in a room full of strangers, mainly adults. I smiled at him.

“Hi, Xander, I’m Braelyn, but most people call me Brae.”

The corners of his mouth briefly turned up. He didn’t say anything.

“I understand you’re looking for me. I’m Alexander Lane, but everyone calls me Loki. I’m sorry, but have we met?” my man’s gruff voice asked.

Xander perked up, and he hungrily scanned Loki. His face flushed as he shook his head and answered him. “No, we have never met. I was told to give this to you, and only you.”

Xander took a folded envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Loki, who took it. Loki quickly opened it and took out the paper inside. I stood back to allow him privacy to read it. I studied Xander. I knew we’d never met, but there was something about him I felt I knew.

I heard Loki’s swift inhalation and then watched his eyes widen, then narrow. His hand gripped the paper, crushing it.

“Loki, honey, what is it?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he snapped.

I was taken aback. Those standing or sitting near us were surprised by his attitude, too, based on their expressions. Whatever was in that letter, it wasn’t happy news. I jumped when Loki exploded. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

“Loki, what is it? You’re upset. Talk to us,” Bull demanded.

Loki looked up at his president. “I need to speak to you in private,” he said.

“Alright, we can do that. Let’s go to my office,” Bull said as he stood.

As they went to walk away, I took a step to go with them. Loki turned and shook his head. “You need to stay here. We’ll be back. I have to speak to Bull privately.”

“But, if it pertains to you—” I started to say, but he cut me off.

“It does, and that’s why it needs to be private.”

Without another word, he left. I caught the frown that Bull shot him, but they kept walking away.

I was caught in a strange position. I wanted to wait and hear what Loki would say about the letter and the boy when he returned.

But the other part of me was pissed off.

How dare he dismiss me and make it sound like, since it was private, I wasn’t permitted to hear it?

I thought we were building a life together and that there were no secrets between us.

I guess that was true on my end, but not on his.

As my anger began to rise, I fought to stop it.

“Can we get you something else, Xander? You must be tired and hungry. I’ve got to ask. Who brought you here?” Jocelyn asked.

She was right. The clubhouse was outside town, which meant someone had to have dropped him off. Surely, he hadn’t walked from town. I listened to hear what he had to say.

Xander hesitated, looked to where Loki had gone, then back at Jocelyn. “My mom dropped me off.”

“And is she coming back to get you soon?” Devyn asked.

He shook his head. “No.”

His answer puzzled everyone. Tank was there. He asked the following question. “Son, we know it’s scary, and we want you to know that no one will hurt you. We just want to help. My name is Tank. I’m the vice president here. Do you know why your mom left you here?”

Xander slowly nodded.

“And, will you tell us?” Tank asked.

Xander didn’t say anything. I thought he wouldn’t, until a minute later, he softly murmured his answer. “Mom said she’d had enough of me, and it was his turn to take care of me.”

“You mean Loki’s turn,” Tank clarified.

Xander nodded.

“Why him?” Ace asked.

“Mom said he’s gotten to skate by for eleven years. It’s his turn to put up with me. She’s done. She said Alexander, I mean, Loki, is my dad and needed to take responsibility for me.”

His revelation was like an explosion in the middle of the common room.

There were gasps, murmurs, swearing, and more.

I stood there frozen. Now I knew why Xander was familiar.

It was his eyes, the shape of his nose, and more.

They were Loki’s. Loki had a son. Had he known about him?

As question after question hit me, I knew I couldn’t stand here and sort it out with all these eyes on me.

I was being watched. I turned on my heels and walked to the door without saying anything.

My name was called, but I kept going. I had to be alone to think.