Page 31 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MORRIGAN

We ride back to the Sanctuary, and my heart feels like it’s being slowly shredded piece by piece.

The pain is almost too unbearable. I rub my chest, as if it will relieve the pain.

I have fought and fought my feelings, desperately trying to keep them locked away, but somehow, he’s made a crack, and I’m trying to hang on and not let that crack spread and expose my heart.

We park the bikes in the shed and head inside.

“Where should I put these?” he asks, holding up Eden’s keys.

I take them and place them behind the bar before grabbing his hand and leading him down the hall to my bedroom.

Once inside, I begin removing my clothes, my eyes fixed on him.

He watches me as he closes the door, his eyes taking in every part of my body.

“I know what you’re doing,” he states, watching me.

“Yeah, I’m getting naked so we can fuck,” I state.

He pulls his shirt over his head and chucks it across the room, while taking purposeful steps towards me. “You can’t face your feelings, so you’re distracting yourself and me the only way you know how,” he states, unbuttoning his jeans.

I stand there at the foot of the bed completely naked. “I don’t see you complaining,” I point out as he steps out of his boxers and jeans, naked and hard.

“Oh Sparky, complaining would be a fucking idiot’s mistake. I’m selfish and will take you any way I can get you,” he growls, his hand grabbing me around the neck.

I smile at him. “You’re smarter than you look,” I goad.

He grins, his eyes sparking with desire and amusement as his hand squeezes around my throat in warning. “Fuck that smart mouth of yours,” he rasps.

“What are you waiting for? If you’re waiting for me to beg you, you’ll be waiting a long fucking time,” I breathe, my body on fire, desperate for his touch.

He leans in, brushing his lips across mine. “Oh, you will beg. You will fucking beg,” he growls. A whimper escapes me and he grins. “On the bed, your head this end,” he orders.

I bite down on my bottom lip and climb up on the bed, positioning my head just below where he stands, his hard cock hovering over me.

I lick my lips, anxious for a taste. He grabs me under my arms and pulls me closer, until my head is hanging off the edge of the bed.

He holds the base in his cock, pressing the tip to my lips.

“Open your lips like a good girl and take my cock,” he orders. I comply and he slowly glides into my mouth. I taste saltiness already and moan. “Fuck, I love your mouth,” he grits out. He rocks his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth.

I swirl my tongue and suck him hard, taking him deeper down my throat.

He continues to move slowly, but as he starts to lean over me, I wonder for a moment what he’s doing, but then I feel the swipe of his tongue down my centre, swirling over my clit.

I moan deep in the back of my throat, causing him to groan.

Determined to make him cum first, I rock my neck back and forth, increasing the speed, feeling him twitch in my mouth.

I know he’s fighting it. I reach up and cup his balls, gently squeezing them as I suck him off like my life depends on it.

“Fuck!” he growls, his urgency to cum taking over as his hips move faster, fucking my mouth relentlessly. My eyes stream and I gag as his dick hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, you going to take my cum? You going to swallow it all?” he groans.

I moan in response, feeling his hips buck as he explodes in my mouth.

“Fuck!” he yells. His hot seed spills into my mouth and down my throat.

I take everything he gives me. He pulls back, panting, looking like his soul has left his body.

“Fuck, you’re dangerous,” he pants. I grin up at him and he smiles back.

“It’s a good job I don’t like playing it safe,” he states before reaching over and grabbing my ankle.

He spins me around, so my pussy is in front of him, and without another word he drops to his knees, his mouth devouring me.

I gasp as he sucks on my clit, using his expert tongue to massage the perfect pressure and rhythm. I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly. My thighs clamp around his head as my hips move and buck as I fuck his face. He glides two fingers through my centre, pushing inside me.

“Fuck. Please!” I beg out as he thrusts them in and out while his tongue continues its beautiful assault on my clit.

My pleasure irrupts and my back arches as fireworks of pleasure explode all over my body.

“Nyx! Fuck!” I scream. I never scream like this.

It feels like I’m floating. I see stars. Fucking stars.

I’m still riding out my immense orgasm, so I hadn’t realised Nyx had stopped until he was leaning over me, pressing his mouth to mine, kissing me, his tongue stroking and playing with mine.

I blink open my eyes to see his stunning blue eyes gazing down at me intently.

He thrusts into me, making me gasp. Leaning on his elbows, his body cages mine as he slowly moves in and out of me.

I close my eyes, finding it all too much, too intimate.

“Give me your eyes,” he orders. I open my eyes seeing everything. Affection, desire, love. I look away, but he grabs my face firmly. “No Sparky, see it. Feel it. Everything,” he grits out, rolling his hips.

I shake my head as tears spring to the surface. “I can’t,” I whisper.

He takes my mouth kissing me. I kiss him back, and my chest feels like it’s about to explode. “Feel everything I feel for you. All for you,” he breathes, increasing his pace.

I look at him, as he glides in and out of me. Each thrust, kiss, and touch are a symbol of his feelings for me. Everything I feel for him, everything I’m too afraid to admit. I feel my orgasm building, but I try to hold it off, not wanting this to end.

“Let it go,” he breathes.

“No,” I pant. “If I let it go, then it’s goodbye. I’m not ready for this to end,” I whisper as tears spill from my eyes.

His jaw is gritted tight. “This isn’t the end, not right now. Cum for me. Let me feel you,” he pants, sweat beading along his temple.

“Kiss me,” I pant. He lowers his lips to mine, increasing his speed as he slams into me.

I let go, and as my walls clamp around him so tight, he groans as he kisses me through it.

I whimper against his mouth as he swallows my moans of pleasure.

With our bodies connected pressed together as we both climax, we are saying what neither of us is willing to actually say.

We showered together, we ate, we talked, laughed, and now we are both laying in my bed watching Naked Gun together. I look down at Nyx’s head on my lap, feeling his breaths evening out and as he softly snores, letting me know he’s asleep. I look at the clock. Three hours.

I shift carefully, letting his head flop down on the bed. I wince. “Sorry,” I whisper. “You left me no choice.” I place a soft kiss on his temple before quickly getting dressed. I grab my pad and pen and write him a quick note.

Nyx,

I know when you read this you’re going to be confused and pissed, but I had to do this. You were going to sacrifice yourself for your friends while trying to protect me and my club. I couldn’t let you do that, because I’ve fallen for you. There. I said it.

I couldn’t save my mom, but I can save you and do what I promised her.

Don’t stop fighting, and don’t stop protecting those who need it .

Show no weakness. Fight the wars no one else wants to fight.

That’s what I’m doing. I won’t stop protecting women, my club, my family, and now you.

Henry started this war on women, and I plan on ending that today.

I won’t let him take you or anyone else I love away from me.

Forgive me.

Sparky x

P.S. I only gave you a small amount of roofie. You should be awake in around an hour.

I tear the page out of my notebook and place the folded bit of paper on my pillowcase before placing one last kiss on Nyx’s lips.

I walk out of my room and make my way down to the storage room, quickly and quietly as not to disturb anyone.

I grab two handguns, some ammo, and a couple of grenades, and load them onto my body vest. I bend and check the inside of my boot, sliding out my blade.

It’s the same blade I killed my mom’s boyfriend with.

I check it before sliding it back in its place and walk out, my heels clicking against the hard floor.

I stop at the bar and reach over, grabbing Eden’s bike keys I put there and throw them the opposite side of the room, watching them land somewhere behind the couch.

Before I walk out towards the shed, I pause, noticing the van.

I pull my blade out and stab the tyre before walking to the shed.

I swing my leg over my bike and start her up.

“You better be watching over me, Mom,” I mutter as I pull on the throttle and speed out of there. I speed through the now quiet streets to the Hive, and once there, I park up and quickly enter.

The girl we hire on reception stands. “Er, it’s too late for visitors,” she stutters.

“I know, I make the rules,” I snap as I approach. “It’s important. What room is Isabella in?” I ask.

The woman frowns, confused. “We don’t have anyone of that name.” She shakes her head.

I sigh. “Show me the list,” I demand, holding out my hand.

She places the list in my hand and my eyes scroll the names on the list until I spot the name.

The name Eden always uses as her pseudonym in bars: Anita Lay.

I roll my eyes. She’s such a dork. I walk up the steps to Isabella’s room, and knock on the door quietly, so not to disturb anyone else.

The last thing I want to do is cause any trauma to the women here.

The door opens and Isabella’s eyes go wide. “Morrigan, what are you doing here?” she asks. I push through the door, mindful that I don’t have much time.

“It’s urgent, as in life and death situation,” I state.

She notices my vest. “As in you’ll be the one causing death?” she asks.

“Hopefully.” I shrug. “I need to know, where would your dad go if he was hiding? If the CIA was on to him and he had prisoners,” I press.

Her eyes go wide. “I, erm.” She paces, her hand on her head. “The boat,” she breathes.

“Boat?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes, he has a boat down at docks. His friend owns the docks. He leaves his boat there so it’s free and undetected,” she says with hope in her voice.

“Lance Walker,” I mutter.

“Yes, that him.” She nods.

“Thanks,” I say as I go to leave.

“Wait. I take it the weekend didn’t go as planned?” she asks.

“No, it didn’t,” I mutter as I leave, running out the building back to my bike. I speed off and head to the docks, thankful that I can reach it in time.