Page 9 of Savage Possession (Savage Reign #3)

ISABELLA

I went from being a tolerated daughter this morning, to being a pawn in a power struggle game between two men who are thirsty to control the other.

And they both have enormous trust issues.

If I really want to lay out the facts, I’m in the middle of a power struggle that involves the Savages, the Vultures, my dad and whoever the Russian guy from the bayou shack is.

It’s the understatement of the week to say I’m not in a good position at all.

We’ve been driving for about fifteen minutes when Ash slows the truck to a slow roll and lowers the window.

He pulls off the road and gets stopped at a guardhouse.

Large wrought-iron gates keep us on this side of what looks like a continuation of the gravel road.

A man looking like a dirtied-up younger version of Liam Hemsworth only with a biker cut, tatts for miles and a smile made to drop panties steps out.

Recognition hits and he waves us through.

Ash rolls through but stops on the other side of the gate.

“Good to see ya in one piece, man.”

They do that hand clap thing guys do and I can see respect for Ash reflected in the younger guy’s eyes.

They are family. Maybe not by blood, which is okay.

And given my recent experience, maybe preferred.

I wish I could find a family who would always have my back.

Right now, I’m alone in the world with my only connection to safety being Ash.

I don’t want to dwell on that particular pile of craptastic sadness so I pull myself back to the conversation.

“Good to be seen, brother. It was a little touchy there for a second.” As Ash speaks with his friend, his possessive hand on my thigh pulls all my attention. It’s warm, settling and frankly it grounds me to the here and now.

I stay quiet as he does his thing, loving the heated claim his hand holds over me. I couldn’t move from where I sit even if I wanted to.

On the entire ride here he’s drawn lazy circles over the silk of my stained dress with his thumb. But that’s not the distracting part.

He slid the silk higher with each passing minute. I acted like I didn’t notice when his hand settled on my thigh, gripping me in a way that makes me want to ease his hand higher for full contact.

Right now, he’s touching me just low enough on my inner thigh for it not to be sexual and it’s driving me crazy.

And I won’t lie. I’ve never had a man touch me like this. It’s all so new and makes me wonder what it will feel like to have him put his hands on other parts of me. Everything has moved so fast, I haven't had a chance to really think about the details.

Hmm.

While Ash discusses the state of security with the gatekeeper, an idea tugs at my brain.

I slide my hand over his lap and mirror his touch.

Only I can’t reach as far down his thigh as he is on me.

Because of this, I guess my hand brushes against his arousal because the deep throaty grunt he gives before fake clearing his throat is a dead giveaway.

And I say arousal, because holy hell, is he hard!

And deliciously large. I have full knowledge of what tonight holds.

Cold shivers fall over me from head to toe.

A wildness starts to fill me and deep down my core pulsates which is not an entirely new feeling.

I mean, I've never slept with a man. Twenty-three years of living under my father’s roof made sure of that. But I know self pleasure.

What I’m feeling now for the man beside me is totally different.

I let my hand slide down his thigh and then back up it to nudge against the hard ridge of his cock. I hold back and moan and then do it again to the satisfying sound of a choked-out groan.

What am I doing? I’ve never done this. I have never seduced a man. Is that even what I’m doing? I flick the annoying voice in my head away and grip his thigh, massaging the massive muscle in a way that has him inhaling deeply.

“Okay, man. Give the other patches a heads up and be on high alert. Trouble is brewing.”

With that the gates swing shut behind us with a low groan, and it feels like we’ve slipped into another world. Part magic and part just what makes this part of the world what it is.

We move into the night and just as we move out of sight from the guardhouse, Ash has me pulled over his lap. My dress is around my waist and I feel his cock begging to be freed.

My breath comes fast and God, I love how his muscles coil beneath my palms. I can feel his cock swell where it is pressed between my legs. I can’t fight the need to rock over him; to have him deep inside me. There’s only the thin material of my panties and the roughness of his jeans between us.

“Ash, I want you. Please don’t think I do this with every new guy I meet but I want to have you in ways…”

My words fall off from there because, duh! What if he doesn’t want a virgin in his bed? Talk about awkwardness.

“I know another man has never touched you, angel.” He palms either side of my face and with the help of the flickering moonlight through incoming storm clouds I watch a slow smile pull on either side of his lips.

“You’re mine and I want to prove to you just how much of me you own.”

“How much, Ash? Tell me.”

Belong to someone is a new feeling and in turn, having someone trust me enough with their emotions and heart is not lost on me.

“All of me, sweet angel. Heart, body. My fucking soul. You have all of me.”

His hand tightens on my hips, and he moves me over him. I have no chance to escape the brutal claim of his mouth on mine, his tongue sliding in slow, wet strokes as I open for him. Friction builds and I swear right now, I could lose myself in the heat and desire slowing through me for this man.

“Ash, that feels so good.” I follow his guidance and move my hips over him, rubbing my clit just right against the ridge of his cock to the point my breath and heart rate speed up. I let myself get lost in the feel of our breath mingling, of his heat capturing mine.

Darkness wraps us in this imaginary bubble and it’s just me and him. Beyond the glass windows of his truck there’s the low hum of nightlife this deep into the wilderness.

One of his hands runs through the loose lengths of my hair. He tightens his fingers around the snowy length. The hiss of his zipper and the feel of his cock spreading my slick folds drives my hips forward.

“Glide over me, angel. Don’t let me go inside of you. Not yet. I just want to feel your juices wet me as I make you orgasm over my cock.”

I clamp my thighs tighter around him and wrap my arms around his neck. I do exactly as he says and fuckkk …

“Ash, you’re so big. I need you inside me. I want to feel you taking me all the way. I have to know what you feel like right now.”

I lean back, riding over the top of his cock faster. I clutch for anything I can use for purchase, but I don't really have to. His hands are on me and he’s keeping me safe and steady.

I look between but I can’t see anything. I reach up and throw on the dome light and finally see the way my pussy lips grip over him.

He sees it too and the masculine groan that comes out of him reaches into me and does something to every red blood cell in my body.

Fire replaces all my blood and the amount of heat flooding my system is uncontrollable. I raise my gaze to his and he does the same.

“So gorgeous… soaked just for me. I’m going to fill you up, baby and make sure you take every drop of me before the night is over.”

Babies.

My heart swells. He wants me forever?

“Come for me, angel. He glides me over the top of him and when he pulls me forward to where the swollen head of his cock strokes over my clit, I tumble into my release.

It’s as wild as my emotions for this man. He envelopes me with his strong arms and holds me as I ride out my orgasm. He’s easily twice my size, but all I feel is protected. Safe.

I pant, sucking in air as I feel his huge cock throb against me.

“Come here, angel. Just let the heat of your release ease through you. I’ve got you.”

His powerful arms hold me to him and I take comfort in resting my head on his shoulder and just breathing him in. I know what comes next and I want it with all of my being.

He puts the truck in drive and we ease deeper into the night.

I slip my arms under his cut and wrap myself around him and trust he can drive with me sitting like this over him.

“Ash?”

“Yeah, angel?”

I love you. I love how you make me feel. I never want to leave your side.

“Thank you,” is all I can manage. Everything else can come later.

I don’t know why I don’t trust myself to voice what I’m feeling.

Maybe it’s a little from living with a family who killed emotions off in our home a long time ago.

Most likely it’s from not wanting to sound crazy for confessing my love for a man who I have only seen twice now.

Though he’s not been so shy about his feelings.

He saved my life and give me the best orgasm of my life in a single night , a voice sounds off in my head.

A hand comes to rest on the back of my head. “We’re almost there. Once I get you inside, I’m going to devour you and show you just how much I want you.”

“I didn’t realize you could read my thoughts.”

His laugh is warm, slow and so damn sexy I feel the drip of hot liquid spill from my core to wet him at the same time he does.

His groan is nothing less than animalistic.

I move over his thick, pulsating cock and get another growl.

“Hurry, Ash. I can't wait much longer.”

“It’s just up ahead, angel.”

So I don't sit up and drive him into me and ruin a special moment for both of us, I ask, “Where is here anyway?”

“The Savage compound. It’s not as scary as it sounds. Promise.”

I squeeze my arms around him and place a kiss to the side of his neck.