Page 17 of Lore (Serpents of Chaos MC #3)

ATIANA

I’m cooking dinner when Suit comes up next to me. He’s been really sweet to me, but I can’t decide if he’s just nice, interested in me, or trying to piss off Lore. It might even be a mix of all three.

“Where are the kids?” he asks, caging me in against the counter.

“With Lore, why?” I reply, clearing my throat.

“Just wondering,” he muses, and I notice some red lipstick on his neck. All these men are the same. They are used to having so many options with women and sex that whoever they end up with will have to be extremely secure in their relationship.

I arch my brow at him, reach up, and wipe the mark off his neck for him. “What do you want, Suit?”

“Butterfly, do you know where Rider’s—” Lore stops when he takes in the scene in front of him. Quicker than I can react, he grabs Suit away from me and punches him in the jaw.

Suit stumbles back, lifting his hand to touch what I know is going to be a bad bruise. “We were just talking, Lore. No need to lose your shit.”

“I’ve claimed her. Does that mean nothing around here?” Lore growls, standing in front of me when I take a step forward, blocking my view of Suit.

“I don’t see a property cut on her,” Suit replies in a casual tone, like he’s talking about the weather.

“She’s mine ,” Lore barks, losing his temper. “Every time I turn my back, here you are. You want her? Fight me for it.”

I roll my eyes. “Lore?—”

“Not now,” he snaps, taking a step toward Suit. I grab the back of his cut and pull him back toward me. “Stop it. Where are the kids?”

“Watching a movie with the twins,” he replies, still staring Suit down.

“Come on then, let’s go find them,” I say, circling him until we’re standing face-to-face. “Nothing happened, we were just talking, okay? There’s no need for this.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. You let all the men get that close to you? This is my world, Atiana. Don’t even think about hitting on any one of my brothers and turning me against them.” His tone is low and lethal.

I was trying to calm him down, but now his words have pissed me off. I haven’t done anything wrong. My back straightens, and I step closer, resting my hand on his hard chest. “We aren’t together.”

“You’re fucking mine ,” he growls, his eyes darkening. “You know it as well as I do.”

I notice Suit exits the room, and thank God for that.

“Really? Last I remember, we broke up so you can fuck around with my cousin!” I snap.

“I didn’t fuck her,” he replies, his tone serious. “I kicked her out after you left.” He pauses and then admits, “But I did let her get in my head. She was saying how stupid it was for us to commit to each other so young…”

“The words you and commit in one sentence are stupid,” I agree, crossing my arms over my chest. “I fucking loved you, Lore! More than anything. You were all I had. I always believed in us. Always . And you threw us away, and now what? You’ve decided you want me on your terms .

On your timeline . You’re years too late. ”

“I know,” he whispers, and the tormented expression on his face makes my heart hurt.

“You acted like you had all the options, and I was just someone you got stuck with. But you know what? Kids might be a deal breaker for you, Lore, but they aren’t for other men.

Plenty of good men love to play stepdaddy.

They don’t care if I come with children.

Hell, most of them don’t care that I come with a husband. ”

I’m just angry, emotional, and ranting now. He’s lived his life with women throwing themselves at him, and he needs to be brought down a peg or two.

Anger and jealousy flicker through his beautiful eyes. “Yet I’m the one you call when you’re in trouble.”

“Because you are Rider’s father.”

“Finally remembered that at least,” he mutters, and I turn my body to leave, but he grips my wrist, pulling me back against him.

His expression is angry, but his touch is gentle.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Butterfly.

Of course, men want you. I never thought otherwise.

I never thought I’d find someone better than you.

I just wasn’t ready for you back then. I couldn’t have given you what you deserved. ”

“And now you can?” I fire back.

“Yes,” he declares, and I can tell he truly believes that.

“Lots of experience fucking women doesn’t make you ready for commitment.”

He grips my nape, then his fingers slide into my hair, using it to tilt my head back. “No, it doesn’t. But now I have money, a house, and men at my back. Now I know what I want. I’d never question anything because, darlin’, I’ve been there and done that. I want you . That’s not going to change.”

“You don’t know that.” My response comes out in a hushed whisper, the anger draining out of me.

In its place is fear.

Fear and a little dash of hope.

It’s the hope that scares me.

“I fucking do,” he replies, his fingers flexing.

“And stop throwing that you have kids in my face, that rule clearly doesn’t apply to you.

I would die for those two kids in a heartbeat.

Even though Dove isn’t mine, she looks just like you.

She’s a part of you, and that’s enough for me.

I’d give either of them anything they wanted, everything I own.

I’d kill anyone who harmed them. My whole world has changed, and I don’t want it to go back.

I just want you …” He pauses and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “All of you.”

“Just leave me alone, Lore. We can be friends. We can co-parent.”

“We’ll never just be friends, Butterfly,” his gravelly whisper rolls over me as he kisses the column of my neck.

My fucking weakness.

My nipples harden, and a small gasp of pleasure leaves my lips.

“I know you’re scared to give me a second chance, but you won’t regret it,” he vows, trailing his lips until he reaches my mouth.

And when he kisses me, I melt into him.

I want to pull away, but my body won’t let me.

Instead, I grip his cut and stand up on my toes, trying to get as close to him as I can.

His tongue tastes mine, and we both moan.

When he lifts me, I wrap my legs around him, then pull his hair free, letting it fall to his shoulders so I can run my fingers through it, just like I used to.

His lips don’t leave mine as he walks with me, and before I know it, we’re in his room. He lays me down on his huge bed and presses his hard cock against me.

Fuck.

I want him.

I’m so tired of fighting this pull, and even though I might regret this later, I’m not going to think about that now.

Future Atiana can deal with it because present Atiana is horny as fuck.

How does one have the willpower to keep pushing away the love of their life, especially when I can feel his big, hard cock?

He sits up and pulls off his T-shirt from his nape, showing off that cut body of his.

My fingers trail over each indentation of his abs, and my mouth waters a bit.

How long do we have until the movie the kids are watching is over?

“You got your fill?” He smirks, lifting me to undress me.

I haven’t, and after all these years, I don’t think I ever will.

“I’ve been dying to get my mouth on that sweet little pussy of yours, Butterfly,” he growls, staring down at me in nothing but my bra and panties.

My body has changed after having kids, and I know that.

I have some stretch marks on my stomach and thighs, and my breasts aren’t as perky as they once were, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive.

“Perfect,” he whispers, then slides my black lace panties down, spreading my thighs and moaning as he lowers himself onto his stomach.

I remember this about him—he used to love going down on me.

It wasn’t a chore for him, like with some men.

He actually loved it and got off on it. Sometimes I wondered who liked it more, him or me.

He’d wake me up with his mouth on me, and he’d fall asleep with his cock still inside me.

I wonder if he still likes that because it used to be his thing.

He presses open-mouth kisses up my inner thighs, and by the time he reaches my pussy, I’m so fucking wet and ready for him.

The first lick has my back arching. He hums, then buries his face, eating me like I’m his last meal.

“Even better than I remember,” he rasps between licks, gently sliding two fingers inside me and curling.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, threading my hands through his hair and staring down at him with a heated gaze. He looks so fucking good between my legs. “I’m going to come, Lore.”

“Come in my mouth, Butterfly,” he cajoles, watching me with hungry, almost desperate violet eyes. “I want to taste you.”

Pleasure hits me, taking control over my body before I moan his name. But it’s not ‘Lore’ that escapes my lips, it’s ‘Hunter.’ Because right now, he’s taking me back to when I was all fucking his .

He continues to gently lap at me until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from me. “You needed that, didn’t you?” He smirks, sitting up and wiping his wet lips and beard with the back of his hand.

“It’s been a while,” I admit, catching my breath.

He stills and then nods slowly, as if processing that admission. “You’re all mine now.”

Lore gets up and stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt, then slowly pulls the leather through the loops. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down. His sexy V catches my eye before dropping to his cock.

Just as fucking perfect as I remember. My eyes narrow as I see the tattoo he has on his dick .

He has my name.

Branded.

On his cock.

And is that a little outline of a butterfly at the end?

“Lore?” I ask, my brow furrowing.

He looks me dead in the eye as he starts to stroke himself.

“I got it a few months after we broke up,” he explains, his tone soft.

“I knew I’d fucked up, Atiana. I knew that I wasn’t going to find another woman like you.

I wanted you with me, always. On me. A reminder of what I’d lost.” He tilts his head to the side. “A cruel one.”

“Lore?” I open my mouth and close it. I don’t know what to say. He might have left me, but he still loved me. In some ways, that’s almost worse.

Because he was the only thing standing between us both being happy. Pushing that thought away, I crawl toward him on the bed and sit on my knees in front of him.

While staring him in the eyes, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, relaxing it. I know exactly what he wants and how to give it to him.

His eyes flicker with need and approval. “You’re still my good girl, aren’t you, Butterfly?”

My gaze lands on my name on his skin as I nod.

He slides the head of his cock over my tongue. “Suck.”

I do as he commands, sucking him into my mouth. My fingers flex into his muscular thighs as I slide him in and out.

He reaches out and gently grips the side of my throat, watching me so closely I can feel his gaze like a caress. “I’ve missed having this sweet mouth on my cock. You take me so well, Butterfly.” Oh, how I’ve missed his dirty mouth. “That’s it, just keep your eyes on me and fucking take it.”

I gag a little, and he tries to pull back, but I don’t let him, digging my nails into his skin. “I’m going to come. You’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?”

I nod.

His jaw clenches, and his head falls back as he finishes in my mouth. I swallow and watch his face with satisfaction. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and when he looks down at me, it’s like something clicks into place between us.

We’re unable to escape this connection between us.

He slowly pulls out, and I press a kiss against his palm when he moves to cup my face.

Violet eyes, framed in those dark lashes, soften. He leans down and kisses my lips. My eyes flutter shut, feeling the moment.

This is what I tried to avoid because now that I’ve let him in, it’s going to be even harder for me to guard my heart.

But I can just have some fun, right? Maybe I could try not to get attached. I could take it as a final goodbye before he gets bored with me and moves on to someone else. Before the kids and I seem like a ball and chain he needs to be free of.

He suddenly lifts me with his hands on the back of my thighs and throws me in the center of the bed. “I want you again.”

And then his mouth is on my pussy.

Instantly, I forget why this was such a bad idea in the first place.