Page 62 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

Since we’re here and I’m the jerk who didn’t think about how they’d act in a semi-public bar, I get up and pretend I need to use the ladies’ room. Rot stands like he’s going to follow me to ensure my safety. I grab his shoulders and force him to sit back down before I disappear to find Miriam.

At the bar, she rushes to greet me. “Sola, how may I help you?”

I grip the edge of the bar and lean in so nobody else overhears. “Do you have any private rooms here?”

“Yes. One. Do you have a particular dancer in mind?”

“Can I use the room and not use any of the women?”

“Ah. Yes. Of course. Just this way.” Waving me through a beaded doorway, she leads me down a dim hall to the private room that’s all crushed red velvet with a long wall-to-wall bench and a gold pole in the center. The mood lighting is sexy. This will do.

“Is this to your liking?” she asks from the doorway as I inspect the space.

“Yes. This is perfect. Can you tell the guys to meet me here?” I ask, offering her a polite smile.

“Of course. I’d be happy to.” Flashing me a grin, Miriam disappears, and I undress as I wait for the men to arrive.

If they don’t want to watch other women dance, then maybe my terrible dance moves will either make them laugh or turn them on.

I’m amenable to both. As long as they’re having fun, that’s all that matters.

This is our first real time outside of the church, and I want it to be memorable.

And no, the visit to Doc’s doesn’t count.

Necro was comatose nearly the entire time, and we weren’t together then like we are now .

If you had asked me years ago if I’d be in a relationship with three deadly bikers, I would have laughed in your face. Yet here we are.

Taking a few practice twirls around the pole, I get used to the feel.

It’s been a while since I’ve done this. A couple of years back, I worked a job for the club and had to go undercover as a stripper.

It’s hard work, and I never got the actual hang of it, but private dances, oh, those were my specialty, mostly because I look ridiculous on stage and can’t dance in heels to save my life.

Hence, my love of Crocs. They never let me down. Sport mode is a lifesaver.

All three giant men lumber into the room. Coffin has his knife out like he’s expecting a fight. He slips it back into his boot when he takes one long look at me naked in the center of the room. I sweep an inviting hand to the couch. “Take off your pants. Stay a while,” I purr.

“This is the best day of my life,” Rot crows as he kicks off his boots, strips down to nothing, and drops his ass onto the couch like an overeager beaver.

Stretching his arms across the back, he licks his lips, staring straight at me.

“Your pussy looks so damn tasty right now. Those lights are doin’ it for your skin, Red.

You’re gonna be a good girl tonight, aren’t you? ”

Turning around, I wiggle my ass at him, and he doesn’t even attempt to hide his erection when he strokes himself to full mast and groans. “Best. Night. Ever.”

Coffin, not trusting where we are, doesn’t sit, and he sweeps the room before standing sentry in front of the closed steel door.

“You don’t want to sit down?” I nod to the couch.

“I don’t trust anyone. ”

“This is your club. Nothing bad is gonna happen. At least take off your pants, so we’re all naked together.

” When Coffin stares at the ceiling as if sending a silent prayer up for me to stop testing his patience, I tack on a cute and far too sweet, “Please. Pretty Please. I want to see your cock. You don’t have to leave the door. Just… show me.”

“Go on, brother. Just do it,” Rot encourages.

Grumbling under his breath, Coffin’s nostrils flare as he tugs off his jacket and sets it on the floor next to him before unbuckling his jeans and tearing his pants down to his ankles.

But he doesn’t kick them off. “There.” He gestures angrily at his thick steel as if he’s offended it’s hard in a place like this.

Clasping my hands together, I bow my head in gratitude. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, Sweet Cheeks. You’ll bleed for this later.”

I bat my lashes. “Promise?”

Dropping his head back against the door, Coffin groans, “Ah. Fuck. Don’t make it sound like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know what.”

“That you like it,” Rot tacks on, chuckling at our exchange.

I shrug, not about to deny it. Sure, it hurts, but it pleases him, and it turns me on a little, knowing how much he needs to mark me. The drinking blood thing might be gross, but it’s not like he’s siphoning it into a jar. He’s getting it from the source.

Necro, the final piece to my puzzle, undresses in the corner, away from everyone. Once I can tell he’s naked, I wave him over to me. But he doesn’t come. He stays shrouded in darkness.

“Dance with me?” I propose and look to Rot. “Can you put some music on?”

“Yeah. I got you.” Rot snatches his phone from his pants pocket on the floor and turns on a slower, heavy metal song to coax Necro out of his shell.

Closing my eyes, I give them space to acclimate as I dance to the beat.

Swiveling my hips, my tits sway to the music, and I cup them, playing with my pierced nipples as I find my rhythm.

I sense a body drawing closer, but I don’t peek.

I dance and let them watch. Nobody speaks.

There’s no need when our bodies do it for us.

Rough fingertips glide around my stomach, and a hard, studded cock notches, hot and sticky against my lower back. I reach back and loop an arm around his neck and grind against him sensually. Hot breath wafts across my shoulder, and goosebumps sprout, making me shiver.

He must have taken off his mask. Why is that so hot?

The trust.

The vulnerability.

Turning in his arms, I lace my fingers behind Necro’s neck and open my eyes to find him staring at me in what can only be described as wonder. Pressing my tits to his chest, his cock throbs against my belly, spilling precum over my skin.

“You’re so damn sexy,” I whisper, staring at his chiseled jaw, his unique features, and the scars. He’s beautiful. So damaged but so perfect.

Necro’s throat bobs as he swallows thickly and rests his forehead against mine as we sway together. Rot soon joins us, sliding up behind me. He rubs his wet cockhead against my ass, and I gasp as he leaves a damp trail of excitement in his wake.

He chuckles darkly in my ear. “We’re gonna fuck you here, Red.”

My pussy clenches.

Yes. I want that. That was the plan. Not originally. But now. To make this place ours. To christen it. To christen us.

Guiding me over to the couch, Rot takes charge as he snaps his fingers and points for Necro to sit down.

Then he makes me straddle him. I wrap my arms around Necro’s neck and kiss him.

I kiss him until I can no longer draw a steady breath.

I kiss him until my lips burn. Rolling my hips, my pussy coats his erection as I glide him through my soaked folds.

He hits my clit, and I moan. Rot reaches beneath me to wrap his thick fingers around Necro’s cock where he guides it to my entrance.

Circling Necro’s pierced head around my hole, teasing us both, Necro shudders.

The thighs beneath me turn to stone, and his blunt nails dig into my ass cheeks as his breath falters against my lips.

Knowing the signs and not wanting to waste a drop, I sink his thick cock to the hilt, and he comes, filling me, moaning broken and ragged into our kiss.

I ride him through it, slowly, dragging his pleasure out, loving it, needing him to fill me.

To connect…. And he doesn’t stop. Rocking my pussy on his thickness, Necro fucks his cum into my cunt, and I moan, my nipples scraping against his firm chest, my clit grinding against his pubes.

I gasp .

He groans.

And it builds.

Fuck. It builds.

The tension. The pleasure.

My nails nip his shoulders as he forces me to take more. To feel more. To be more. Rot slides up behind me and probes my ass with a finger, then two, lubing them as he goes with spit until I can take more.

“That’s it, good girl. Ride him,” he encourages, and I moan at his words.

A blade skates across my shoulder. The cool metal makes me shiver.

“Sweet Cheeks needs to be fucked,” Coffin growls.

Lifting me off Necro like I weigh nothing, Coffin pushes Rot onto the couch and forces me to sit on him. He glides right inside, throws his head back, and groans a broken, “Fuck.”

Having me right where he wants me, Coffin shoves my shoulders forward as he kneels on the floor and, in a single thrust, claims my ass.

I scream. It burns as it stretches to accommodate his fat cock.

Tears fill my eyes, and I tremble as I feel like I’ve been ripped in two.

But he doesn’t care. Taking my ass like it’s his, he slams into my hole and turns me inside out.

The pain soon fades and, in its place, pleasure builds, hot and intense.

Rot grips my cheeks and forces me to meet his feral gaze. “Is this what you wanted?” He bites my bottom lip and pulls back. Blood drips from my mouth, and my pussy squeezes at the sharp pain. It ripples down, down, down, and I gasp, loving it, hating it, craving more.

I nod .

That’s all I can do as both men fuck me like a rag doll, and their grunts fill the room.

“Fuck,” Coffin snarls, bites my neck, and I detonate. I can’t help it.

Pussy and ass clamping down on their shafts, I scream as ecstasy rips me apart, and I try to lift off Rot to squirt, but he doesn’t let me. He forces me to stay. To keep him inside, and my entire body revolts, shaking so violently, I can’t remember my name or how to breathe.

On and on, ecstasy reigns and never relents.

Not when Rot grips my hips and forces me to ride him.

Not when Coffin pulls and plucks my sensitive piercings. “These look perfect on you,” he praises, slamming deep. His breath stills at my ear, and he growls, “I’m gonna cum in your perfect ass.” A moment later, he does just that and pulls out, but not before kissing my shoulder.

Collapsing against Rot, I groan as cum drips from my gaping hole, and it pulses, oversensitive.

Without warning, a studded cock slips in, and I whine in a drunken haze of pleasure as Necro pushes in my well-used hole and slowly bottoms out.

He kisses my shoulder and takes my ass slowly, carefully.

His piercings drag against the sensitive rim.

Rot reaches around to part my cheeks for Necro as he makes love to me, kissing and fucking, and taking his time as Rot remains still, his cock deep and hard inside my cunt.

I moan against his throat, hoarse and needy.

“Good girl. You’re gonna take four loads tonight.

That’s it.” He peppers kisses against the side of my sweaty head.

To Necro, he says, “Take her ass, brother. That’s it.

Nice and deep. I can feel your cock. Fuck.

If you keep that up, I’m gonna come.” He grunts, but Necro doesn’t speed up or go harder.

He drags on and on, gently coaxing my ass to come for him. To love him. To squeeze him.

And I do.

I whimper, and so does Rot.

“Fuck. He’s gonna make me come,” he grits.

When Necro pulls back and pauses at my entrance, leaving the pierced head inside, I expel a harsh breath, and when he slams back in, I come.

Quickly pulling off Rot, I squirt all over his cock and make a giant mess.

The dick still in my ass twitches as he drives deep and unloads as I shake and shudder, screaming and crying as I continue to come and come and come.

Rot drives up and forces me back down on his member, and he too unloads.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, Coffin turns my head to face him as he roughly jacks his cock, and hot spurts of cum shoot from his tip, hitting me in the face and cheeks, as he paints me in his spend, growling like an uncaged beast until the last spurt drips from the tip.

He gathers it on his thumb and presses it to my lips.

“Open. Now,” he demands, and I obey, sucking it clean and loving it.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Coffin rasps, his voice raw, as he traces his thumb around my battered lips. “I can’t believe you’re real. It’s like the universe put everything I’d ever dreamed of havin’ in a woman, packed it up, and spit you out.”

Necro drops heavily on the couch beside Rot, and Rot passes me over to him. Curling into his lap, I nuzzle and cuddle the sexy, scarred man as Coffin stares at me like I’m more mirage than woman.

“Don’t be weird, asshole.” Rot flicks Coffin in the stomach.

“I can’t help it. Have you looked at her? I just… Fuck…” Threading his hands behind his head, Coffin paces the room with his cock still out and half-hard. It bobs as he shifts, and Rot catches me staring.

“It’s nice, huh?” Rot winks.

“You all have nice ones.” I rub my cheek against Necro’s chest like a needy kitten.

“Whose is the best?”

I snort. “None. They’re all amazing.”

“It’s mine. Huh?” Rot pinches my big toe playfully.

I swat his arm, knowing he’s being an idiot. “Stop.”

Expression turning serious, Rot leans over and pecks my cheek. “Can I… You know.” He nods toward my pussy, and a tiny little giggle escapes me. I can’t help it. He chews on his bottom lip and stares at me expectantly.

“Yes.”

Eyes shining bright with excitement, a massive smile splits Rot’s handsome face as he drops to the floor, and I settle into Necro’s lap, my back to his front.

Spreading my legs, I drape them over each of Necro’s as Rot dives in with the hottest, neediest groan I’ve ever heard.

He sucks, laps, and licks every inch of my pussy, and when he starts to jack off, it doesn’t surprise me.

I pat the top of his head. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna squirt all over your face,” I tease, and he trembles as his tongue stills at my asshole and his hot breath bathes my sensitive folds.

Necro gently rolls and plays with my nipples as Rot turns me inside out again.

I do as I promised. Back arching, my eyes slam shut, I turn into a shuddery mess as I come all over his face, and he loves it.

Drinking me down, he comes back for more and more until I’m so worn out and floating in a world of sated bliss that I barely remember us getting up, them dressing me, or Coffin carrying me home.

In my bathroom, Necro removes his clothes and mine and climbs under the water with me. I lean into him as he washes me, and I must fall asleep for a moment because when I wake up, I’m wrapped in a towel, and he’s cuddling me to his chest in his bedroom, on the chair.

Sleep, he signs.

So, I do.

Inhaling his clean, warm scent, I sleep.

Peacefully.

Heart full.

A smile on my face.

I’ve never felt happier in my entire life.