Page 28 of Riot’s Thorn (Sons of Erebus: Reno, NV #4)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

RIOT

M y head falls back, hitting the wall with a thunk .

It’s always a toss-up whether I’ll go to my safe place or for a ride when I’m feeling out of control.

Today, I chose my little corner. I’m so fucking angry she thinks my reaction to any inconvenience is murder.

I’m not a goddamn Boy Scout, but I’m not fully psychotic either.

Every life I’ve taken has been because my life, or the lives of my brothers or someone they cared about, was threatened, or the person was someone the world would be better without.

Last year, I took on some contract work for the Costas crime family to get Rigger out of trouble, and even those kills were well-deserved. Men who were willing to do vile things to repay gambling debts, like selling their daughters.

Parker is ignorant of the real world, but I like her that way. I like the idea of coming home to her innocence after relieving the world of filth.

“Riot?” The timid question comes from the entry to the living room. I look around my little corner and see my perfect Parker, still in just one of my T-shirts that obscenely clings to her curves.

“Yeah?” I stand and cross my arms, hoping she’s not out here to start another fight.

“I’m sorry. It’s not fair for me to make assumptions about what you do.” She slowly makes her way to me. “Of all people, I should know there’s always a reason, and while I still don’t think taking a life is the answer, I understand why you do it.”

“If you don’t, I can call Killer to tell you exactly what that man did to Chaplain.”

“No, I trust you.” She stops in front of me, her palm across her forehead. “Everything is just so messed up, and I don’t know how to deal with it. I can’t wrap my head around everything.”

She’s so fucking beautiful, and she has no clue.

I wish I had flowery words or metaphors to explain to her how she makes me feel.

Maybe then, she’d understand why I want—no, need—to keep her.

No one has ever made me feel like I belonged.

The men in that clubhouse call me their brother, but I know they think I’m weird.

I get it; they don’t think twice about taking a life if there’s a threat, but to seek it out, to chase it, to enjoy it, is another thing. And I do enjoy it.

“It wasn’t fair for me to save you and bring you into my world. It would’ve been a kindness to just lay you down next to your old man.”

“You don’t mean that.” She rests her hands on my crossed arms.

“Don’t I? You’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side.”

“You don’t.” She separates my arms and steps into the space she created, making my cock twitch. “I get you, Lucas Wise, and I don’t think anyone else in your life does. Everyone needs somebody who can push past their walls and know what’s in their heart.”

“You think you’re that for me?” Something in my chest tightens painfully. She gets it. She finally understands why I can’t let her go.

“I’m trying to be.”

I squint at the ceiling. “I tend to say the wrong things.”

“Trust me, I know,” she says.

“And I’m not gentle.”

“Are you trying to scare me away?”

I shake my head. “No, because even if you were, you can’t get away.”

She scoffs. “Good thing I’m not afraid of you then.”

“You’re not afraid of me. . . yet,” I clarify.

“You think you can scare me?” she asks, and I nod. “How?”

“I went easy on you last night.”

“I can handle whatever you dish out.” She rests my hands on her hips, and I have to remind myself she just had sex for the first time, and I can’t take her again so soon. But I can push her limits in other ways.

“Prove it,” I say, issuing the dare.

“How?”

“Grab a pillow from the couch.”

“A pillow?” Her brows pinch together, but she brings one over to me. “Now what?”

“Set it on the floor, at my feet.”

She lets the pillow fall to the ground. “Okay, done.”

I place a hand on the top of her head and push, just a little, so she catches my meaning. Her eyes go wide behind her sexy as fuck geeky glasses. “You’re going to get on your knees and let me fuck your pretty face.”

“Riot, I. . . I?—”

“I thought you could handle it.” I remind her of her confidence from just minutes ago.

“I can.”

“You’ve never done this before? Is that it?”

Her cheeks burn. “No, I mean yes. I mean, no. I haven’t done this before.”

“That’s even better. You won’t have any bad habits to break, so I can teach you what I like.” My dick is already hard just thinking about how good this will be. She lowers to her knees and looks up at me through her lashes for my next instructions. “Now, take me out of my pants.”

“Okay.” She reaches past the waistbands of my underwear and sweats and grips me in her small hand.

I nearly come at the contact. I’m done questioning why she makes me feel things I never have before.

I just count myself lucky as hell that she does.

With one hand, she tugs down my clothes, and with the other, she releases my cock. “Now what?”

“Treat it like the best-tasting lollipop you’ve ever had, paying close attention to the underside of it, near the head. That’s where it feels the best.”

She shifts on the pillow and lowers her gaze to my cock.

She looks terrified. It’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

She holds it straight, her pink tongue poking out as she licks up my shaft.

Fuck, it feels good. It’s not enough, but I want to give her a minute to get acquainted with it.

My piercings are intimidating, especially for a newbie.

“Just like that. God, you’re doing so good. I’m so fucking proud of you.” The praise gives her confidence.

“Can I suck on it?” she asks, and I nearly come right on her face.

“You ready for that?”

“I want to try.”

“If you’re not careful, my piercings could chip a tooth, so when you pull me out of your mouth, make sure you open wide.

” She nods and wraps her lips around just my tip, sliding her tongue around it and applying a little suction.

“Your technique is so amateur, but it’s hot as fuck.

” Her hands and mouth leave me, and there’s only a pretty girl on her knees in front of me, head bowed. “What? Why’d you stop?”

“I don’t think that was the compliment you thought it was.”

“What did I say?” I ask, pretty certain I didn’t say anything hurtful.

“You called what I was doing amateur.”

“I just meant you obviously haven’t done this before, which is true, and that turns me on.”

“That’s not any better, and I wouldn’t want to bore you with my blow job.” She starts to push herself up when I stop her.

“Open your mouth,” I demand.

“No, I’m done with this. . . this failed attempt.”

“You’re not, and I said open your mouth, Little Thorn.” Something about my tone stops her, and she looks up at me with uncertainty. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.”

Slowly, her lips part, and her perfect pink tongue extends out and flattens.

Fucking perfect. I grip the base of my cock and slap it on her tongue.

She startles and closes her eyes for a second before bringing them back to me.

I do it again and again until she doesn’t react at all, and then I slide down her tongue slowly so she has a chance to get her teeth around the king’s crown.

Her lips are stretched as far as they’ll go as I feed her my cock until my tip bumps the back of her throat.

She gags and tries to retreat, but I hold her in place with a hand on the back of her head.

“Relax your throat, baby. That’s it, just like that.

Holy shit, that’s good,” I groan. She was too in her head when I gave her free rein, so let’s see how she does when I take control.

“Now, close your lips around me. Perfect. God, you’re such a perfect slut for me.

Taking my cock so well. I’m going to pick up my pace, but if it gets to be too much, slap my thigh. ”

She nods, placing both her hands on my thighs and settling into her position.

It’s so damn cute, like she’s preparing for an exam.

I grab a fistful of her hair at her nape and carefully set a rhythm.

I wasn’t kidding when I said my piercing could chip a tooth; it’s happened twice.

Once with a club slut who thought she wanted to take on the psychotic Riot—her words, not mine.

So, I decided to give her what she thought she wanted. Haven’t seen her since.

The other was during a club party with a man who was dared by his friends to hook up with the weird one, since it’s known I don’t have a gender preference.

He thought I didn’t know he was provoked, but I did.

It made me feel like I was a character to them, not a human being.

So, I gave him a show. He left my cabin covered in cum with no doubt hundreds of dollars in dental work to be done. I haven’t seen him since either.

Not Parker, though. She got a taste of the way people treat me and think about me at the barbecue, and I could tell she was offended on my behalf. Her telling me she’s the only one who gets me is the truest thing she’s ever said. And now, she’s on her knees, taking my cock like a champ.

I pull out and moan at the sight of my cock wet with her saliva. “Wrap your hands around me at the base and jerk me. Grip tighter. Even tighter. I like a bite of pain. Just like you, huh?”

She bites her swollen lower lip, not ready to admit anything yet. Instead, she pulls my cock close and says, “More.”

Oh, it’s so fucking on.

“Take off your shirt.” It’s actually my shirt. She looks so hot in it, it’s the only thing I want her to wear ever again.

She pulls it off, and her fat tits sway naturally. I bend down to kiss her hard and give one of her nipples a twist until she’s squirming, and then I slap it hard enough to turn her pale skin pink.

“Riot,” she squeals.

“Lucas. Call me Lucas,” I say, needing to be a real person to her, not some motorcycle club character everyone thinks I am.

“Okay. Lucas.” She says it almost reverently, like it’s a secret only we share.

I take her in, and the only words I can come up with are, “All mine, Little Thorn. You’re all mine. Now open up.”

Once again, her lips part, and this time, she rests her hands on her thighs.

That slight difference is a huge leap in trust, one I’ll never violate.

I slip past her teeth and fist her hair, ready to use her for my pleasure.

She relaxes her throat without a reminder, making it easy to fuck her face.

Taking things to the next level, I hold myself down her throat as far as I can go.

“Fuuuuuck,” I drawl, pulling out enough for her to catch her breath. Drool is leaking from the corners of her mouth, stringing to her chest. “The way you choke and gag around me feels so goddamn good. Ready?”

She nods, tears trickling down her cheeks, but there’s a determined look in her eyes.

She wants to please me. I work in short thrusts this time, waiting until I’m ready to come before pushing down her throat again.

The thought of my cum inside her, becoming part of her, has my balls tightening and ready to explode.

“I want to come down your throat. If you don’t want that, slap my thigh.” Her hands don’t move. “I’m so proud of you. You’re doing such a good job. Are you ready for me to fill you up? You’re gonna make me come so hard. Suck, baby. Milk it out of me. Yes, exactly like that.”

I look down and see her hand has moved between her thighs. Normally, I would require permission for her to touch herself, since I own her, but admittedly, knowing what I’m doing is turning her on so much that her hand slips into her panties does things to me. Good things.

“My little horny slut gets turned on by having her face fucked, huh? Mmm, you love it when I use you, don’t you?

You want to be mine. You want to exist for my pleasure, don’t you?

” Her hand moves faster as she gets herself off while I talk all kinds of shit, holding myself off until her posture changes and she moans around my cock.

Only then do I grab each side of her head and push down as deep as I can get.

My body goes rigid as an orgasm hits me hard with so much pleasure, I don’t ever want it to end.

My cum shoots down her throat, and as she’s choking and gasping, trying to breathe, her throat closes around me. The constriction makes my eyes roll back into my head. She can’t keep up with the volume, though, and I feel the wet warmth leak down my balls.

“Fuck me.” I pull out and trace the tip of my cock around her parted lips as she fights to catch her breath.

Her face is red, her glasses are crooked, and she looks wrecked, but she’s smiling.

I drop to my knees in front of her and push her to the floor, covering her with my body.

“You did so good. The best head I’ve ever had. ”

“Really?”

“Hands down. Now let me clean you up.” I drag my tongue over her chin coated in my cum then move lower to the saliva mixed with my seed all over her chest and tits.

“Lucas, you don’t need to?—”

I cut her off by biting a nipple. She’s covered in a mix of us, and I’ll be damned if I wash that down the drain. It’s too meaningful to me. So, like a cat, I clean her with my tongue, moving down her body. “You made a mess in your panties too. I better clean that up while I’m at it.”

“Can I touch you?” she asks.

“What a good girl, asking for what you want. Yes, Little Thorn. Touch me all you want. You deserve it.” I pull her wet panties down and settle between her legs.

Her cute little clit is red and swollen from her previous orgasm, making it easy to wrap my lips around it and suck.

Her hips shoot up off the floor, and she screams my name while running her hands over my head.

Not wanting to penetrate her in case she is still sore, I take turns licking her clean and sucking on her clit, which only makes her cream more, giving me more to clean up.

On my fourth round, she grinds against my face, holding me right where she needs me.

I eat her through her second orgasm, leaving her spent and boneless.

“Now, kiss me. We taste so good together. It’s addicting.” I lower on top of her and kiss her breathless.

“Holy shit,” she says. “Is it always like this?”

“No. But with us, I think it will be.”