Page 25 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

Sliding up behind the hot redhead, I press against her back, notch my steel against the top of her perfect ass, and wrap my arms around her much smaller frame to cup those ripe tits over her t-shirt. They’re a solid handful each. A little weighty. A lot sexy.

She gasps a sweet little sound that shoots straight to my balls as I toy with her pierced nipples.

“You’re being awfully nice today,” she groans, relaxing the back of her head against my upper chest, giving in to my ministrations.

Maybe, I wanna keep you.

The blackened organ in my chest gives a little thump at the thought.

“I took a gummy,” I reply, so I don’t tell her how I really feel, but it’s also true.

I needed the calm, and weed calms me way down.

It always has. It takes the edge off. If I was gonna get through the rest of today without stabbing her, just to see her bleed because she bleeds so damn beautifully, then I knew I needed a full gummy.

Rot also made me take it. He knows how I am.

When he marched into the bathroom today when I was showering after the kitchen incident, we laid out today’s game plan, considerin’ Necro is out of commission for the next day or so.

When I stepped out from under the water and wrapped a towel around my waist, he chucked a new jar of gummies at me.

Thankfully, I caught it before I ended up with a black eye.

I don’t take the little treats often because they tend to make me horny.

I need to keep a tight rein on my sex drive about as much as I need to keep a tight rein on every facet of my life.

The last thing I wanna do is accidentally get carried away and murder someone, aka Sola, when I have no intention of ever doin’ that.

Which is why I might be hard as stone, and I might wanna bend her over and fuck into the next century, but I won’t. This isn’t about me. This is about unveiling us. Well, me first. Necro and Rot will come later.

I play with Sola’s nipples until she writhes and her ass jacks off my cock. Wanting to make this good for her, to make her come, I spin Sola around, bend down, cup both hands beneath her ass, and hoist her up.

“Coffin,” she gasps and fills the air with a cute, tinkly laugh as I carry her over to my workbench and plop her on the edge. Pushing her t-shirt up, I spread her legs and kneel on the sawdust-covered floor, not giving a damn how dirty my knees get.

Her hand trembles as it rests on the top of my head.

“Make me eat your pussy, sweet cheeks,” I purr, looking up at her, urging her to take whatever the hell she wants.

Not needing to be told twice, Sola pushes me right in, suffocating me in her sweet-scented cunt.

I get lost. I fucking die a thousand beautiful deaths, feasting on her, knowing Rot finished in there hours ago.

Remnants of his salty cum lingers, and I can’t seem to give a damn as I ravage Sola.

Crying out, her legs quiver as she squeezes the hell out of my skull with her thighs.

Fluid erupts from her cunt, bathing my tongue. I swallow greedily, and when she’s done and her legs finally release my head, I sit back. Her cheeks are flush, her lips cherry red, and her eyelids half-mast. She looks drunk, and damn if that doesn’t boost my ego.

Rot’s gonna shit himself when he hears I ate our girl out and didn’t hurt her.

Standing up, I slot myself between Sola’s legs, grab her chin, tip her head back, and press my mouth to hers. “You taste amazing,” I whisper before licking the seam of her lips.

Gasping, Sola’s shaky fingers cling to my sides like she’s trying to ground herself. “You’re freaking me out.” Her soft words are but a whisper on the wind.

Inhaling her clean scent, I nuzzle my nose alongside hers. “I can be nice sometimes.” If it means she’ll let me touch her like this.

“Were you taken over by an alien?” she whispers, like it’s a secret, yet sounds completely serious.

Smiling at her silly question, I peck her adorable lips and chuckle against her mouth. “I’ve been bewitched by a hot redhead.”

“Ew. Don’t say that.” She shoves me in the abs, and I step back, breaking our bubble.

“You’ve definitely been taken over by an alien.

Let me know when you grow an extra dick.

” She eyes my fly like she’s imagining what I might look like with an extra appendage for her to play with—you know, like those creatures in her smutty books.

The ones Necro keeps ordering online and secretly placing in the book stack beside her chair in his office.

I keep telling him he’s setting us up for failure.

You can’t give a woman tentacle porn and expect her not to want the tentacles.

I’m not dressing up in a goddamn costume, no matter how much Sola craves weird, suction-cupped cocks. We can leave that to Rot.

“Is that what you want?” I ask to see if these books have already tainted her spank bank.

“What?” she squeaks, and her brows pinch adorably in the center.

“Me to have an extra dick. I can’t do that, but I can arrange something.

” There are three of us, and she has three holes.

I’m sure if we blindfolded her and I drugged myself, we could make good use of all three holes at once.

It might not be a ribbed alien dick, but Necro’s pierced cock is about as close as any human man can get.

I like butt sex as much as the next dude. She’d look hot triple-stuffed.

Fuck.

I gotta stop thinking about this shit.

“Coffin.” She reaches out and slaps me between the pecs playfully. “Seriously. You’re freaking me out.”

A rumble of happiness battles in my chest. I haven’t felt this good in forever, and it’s not from the edible.

It’s her. She didn’t freak out about the trophies.

She’s freaking out now, but I get it. To remind her I’m still the same fucked-up man she remembers, I grab her shoulder and force her to lie back on my workbench.

Her eyes widen with concern. I don’t ease her alarm with fake bullshit. I shuck up her t-shirt to the middle of her belly, exposing her red snatch and all that milky, freckle-kissed skin. I lick my lips as I quickly extract the small blade hidden inside my boot.

“Coffin.” Her voice quivers with panic.

I drop my finger to the middle of her lips. “Shhhh. Don’t move.”

Pressing the tip of my knife to the top of her fresh C scar, I carve a fresh line along the recently healed path, reopening the wound. Blood rushes to the surface as Sola’s legs jerk, and she cries out in pain.

Because I can’t help myself, I lean down and lick the injury.

The burst of fresh blood, her blood, on my tongue has my eyes rolling back in my head and my dick so damn hard I’m about to explode.

Tossing the knife onto the bench beside her, I suck Sola’s fresh wound and swiftly unfasten my jeans before I make a mess.

One touch to the tip of my cock, and I come. Thick ropes of my spend paint the floor as I moan through the best goddamn orgasm I’ve had since… this morning. Fuck. I suck harder, filling my mouth and hungrily swallowing the tang down.

When I’m through and my brain fires back online, I stand and tuck my messy, half-hard shaft back into my jeans.

“Hello, gorgeous.” I smile and offer my hand for Sola to sit up.

Staring at it like she doesn’t know whether to touch me or not, I laugh, heartier this time.

“You cut me again.” She frowns in that adorable, pouty way that does it for me.

I arch a brow. “You kept sayin’ I was actin’ weird.”

“So you made me bleed, and you…” She trails off with a firm shake of her head.

“Drank your blood,” I fill in for her. There’s no reason to pretend it didn’t happen.

She swallows so hard that I hear it, then chews her bottom lip. “Do you… do you drink a lot of blood?”

“No. Just yours,” I confirm. Why the hell would I want anyone else’s blood in my mouth?

That’s fuckin’ gross. Sure, I’ve accidentally gotten blood in my mouth a few times.

It comes with the territory. You don’t dismember bodies and carve out organs and not expect to get a little dirty.

Those pesky veins can cause quite a mess.

“I find that hard to believe. You seem to like it. Like. A lot,” Sola replies, gently rubbing the fresh spot, smearing blood around like she’s trying to take the sting away.

“I do,” I agree. There’s no use in denying it. “But I don’t go around drinkin’ my brother’s blood. That’d be gross. And there’s no way in hell I’m drinkin’ some whore’s dirty blood.”

“You call me a whore,” she points out, arching a brow. Which is true. I do.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’m an asshole. I know you’re not a whore.”

“But I’ve slept with a lot of men.”

“I’ve also slept with a lot of women,” I admit, not the least bit ashamed. I might be a sick fuck but I’m no hypocrite.

“So, we’re both whores then.” She smirks.

I shrug. “If that works for you. Then sure.” As long as we’re the last men Sola spreads her legs for, whoever came before us ain’t none of my business.

On a groan, Sola sits up and swings her legs off the edge of the workbench like a kid. “You’re still actin’ weird.” She tucks her hair behind her ears and grins.

Damn, she’s cute .

“You blew my brains outta my cock this morning. Then… again.” I nod toward my spent dick. He’s asleep, asleep. The fucker won’t wake up ‘til morning.

“I didn’t touch you,” she points out.

“No. But you don’t have to for me to be turned on by you.”

Looking away as if she’s suddenly uncomfortable, Sola rolls her eyes. “Okay. Bitch.”

“Oh. It’s bitch now. Huh?” I chuckle fondly.

“Yep. You’re weirding me out, and I’m… still bleeding. From another knife wound.” She lifts her fingers, now coated in blood, and I, being the magnanimous man I am, capture her hand and bring those fingers to my lips.

“It’s not another wound,” I mutter, looking into those glorious green eyes.

When she realizes what I’m about to do, I blow a hot puff of air over the tips, and I wait for her to pull away.

She doesn’t. Thank fuck. A wicked grin tugs at the corner of my lips as I suck Sola’s coated fingers into my mouth to clean them off.

Her nostrils flare, and she shivers as I do a thorough job, swirling my tongue around them, before ever so slowly extracting those digits with a satisfied groan.

“I just reopened the one from before,” I add and set her hand back into her lap with a wink.

An adorable flush covers Sola’s cheeks as she swallows and rubs her palms up and down her thighs. “The initial you carved into me.”

“How else is anybody supposed to know who you belong to?” I reason. “We’re not the Sacred Sinners or like our other chapters. We don’t do property cuts. Fuck. We barely wear ours.” Sure, we have ‘em, but they spend more time in our closets than on our backs .

“None of you, except Mama, even wear a shirt.” She snickers.

“Exactly. If I could walk around with my dick out all day, I would. Clothes suck.”

“You wanna live in a nudist colony,” she jests and wraps her legs around my hips to cradle me against her cunt.

A rivulet of crimson drips down her cut and along the edge of her smooth pussy.

I press in further, hoping to soak up whatever’s left with my jeans.

I know there’s a first aid kit around here somewhere, but to find it, I gotta give Sola space, and I damn sure don’t wanna do that.

Returning to her comment, I brush my fingertips across her cheek. It’s soft to the touch. “If the nudist colony existed of you, me, Necro, and Rot, count me in.”

Tipping her head back to look me in the eyes, Sola runs her warm palms up my abs to my pecs, where she brushes her fingers across my flat nipples. “How are you the club piercer without any piercings?” she asks, clearly wanting to change the subject.

“I’m a sadist,” I explain, wrapping both hands around her slender throat, which she doesn’t seem to mind.

Her heartbeat thumps against my palms as I hold her, but don’t apply pressure.

She looks so damn beautiful, truly looking at me.

Not away. Not over my shoulder. At me. Far calmer than any female I’ve encountered before. This is another fuckin’ first for me.

“Right. So you like to give pain,” she states.

“Love. I love to give pain.” All day, every day, if I could.

“Okay. So, you love to give pain. But you don’t like receiving it?” Her heels rub up and down the backside of my thighs .

“That depends.” I brush my thumbs across the underside of her chin. Her skin is like silk.

“On what?” Sola asks, sounding far more intrigued than she should be.

“Who’s givin’ the pain. If it’s you, I’m down.” Pretty sure this witch could do just about anything to me, and I’d want it.

“You’re actin’ weird again.”

“Get used to it, Sweet Cheeks,” I growl, throw her a sinister wink, and drop my hands to reach under her fine ass, where I grab a nice handful, and scoot her off the workbench onto the floor.

Sola stands, and I collect her Crocs that must have fallen off in the middle of our playtime. Kneeling at her feet, I help her into them. She uses my shoulder for balance. Staring down at me, she shakes her head in obvious confusion.

“What?” I smirk and lean in to kiss her stomach before I stand.

“Weird. Weird. Weird,” she chants, shaking her head again.

I hum and take her much smaller hand into mine.

Once we’ve located the first aid kit, disinfected her cut, and covered it with a clean bandage, we exit my workshop.

She walks to the edge of the hill, where it begins to descend into the valley, as I engage the security system. One can never be too careful.

Stepping beside her, Sola tips her head back, eyes closed, and soaks up the afternoon rays.

Her long, red-blonde lashes kiss the tops of her freckled cheeks.

They’re more prominent outside. Cute, brown dots scattered across pale flesh.

They suit her. Before Sola, I’d never considered redheads attractive.

If I’m honest, I’ve never considered most women attractive.

They’re a means to an end. But Rot was right. She’s different.

I feel something for her.

A little.

Which is a fuckuvalot more than I’ve felt for anyone else.

I don’t hate her much.

Only a little.

That’s the demons talking. They talk a lot.

Iris's face pops into my head as it often does. Always lurking. Even in death, the bitch won’t let go.

Crossing both arms over my chest, I blow out a harsh breath, and with it, Iris’s wrinkly face floats into the ether… for now.