Page 35 of Warrant (The Berserker’s Rage MC: Wyoming Chapter #1)

It didn’t matter. I’d get her confession before the end of this.

I wanted her to know she was mine and she wasn’t getting away from me again.

“You don’t want me to let you go,” I said, nipping her neck.

My free hand skimmed up under her uniform shirt to the edge of her sports bra.

On duty she was no nonsense, no frills. But when she was off duty?

This bra would be lace, maybe satin. Didn’t matter to me.

I liked everything she wore. It was even better when I tore them off.

“I can’t be yours.”

“You’re lying to yourself.” I pressed a kiss to the skin above her pulse before I let her wrists go. I wanted my hands on her. “Do I need to take that badge off, too?” I teased, but she knew I wasn’t playing around. My hands went to her top.

“Don’t you dare,” she snapped, stopping me from ripping her uniform shirt open. “You’ll be sewing all those buttons back on.”

Grinning, I slowly began slipping the buttons from their holes, one at a time. Painfully slow. I liked the way her tits were heaving as she watched in anticipation. She wanted this slow? I could do that. It would be torturous for us both, but fun at the same time.

As I worked the shirt, she managed to wiggle it from the waistband of her pants.

“Take that off for me,” I commanded. “Slow. Like you’re giving me a private show.

” I moved off her, watching as she kneeled on the bed and unbuckled her gun belt, setting it on the floor to the side of the bed.

My mouth was dry, as she slid her pants down.

They pooled at her knees as she concentrated on her shirt, slipping it off.

She was watching me while my eyes were busy roving over her gorgeous body.

She was fucking perfect. “Come here, Ains.” I loved using her name, but I still preferred her nickname.

She had no idea that she’d always be Sheriff to me.

It made me want to push her until she lost control and got that same bossy attitude in the bedroom that she had at work.

I had no problems letting her order me around when I had a mouthful of her delicious pussy.

Lunging at her, I took her down to the bed.

She didn’t shriek like most women would, instead she fought me.

We were grappling for the top position. And while I normally wouldn’t mind letting her get on me, I was in charge this time.

I wasn’t taking any chances that she’d bolt on me.

For that to happen, I needed her soft and compliant underneath me.

She grunted as I wedged my hips between her thighs and put enough of my weight on her that she had a hard time moving. My teeth nipped her collarbone before I soothed the spot with my tongue. “I can’t give you up.”

She stopped squirming beneath me and sighed. “You don’t even know me,” she said, voice barely a whisper.

“Stay still unless you want to be cuffed to my bed.” She was wrong. I did know her. I was willing to bet I knew her better than she knew herself at this point. Lowering my body, I took her panties in one hand and yanked them off.

She yelped, then lifted her head to glare down at me. “Jerk! I have to go back to work after this.”

“Then you’ll be going without these,” I told her with a mischievous grin as I tucked them into my jeans pocket. I fucking loved that I was still fully dressed while she was mostly naked beneath me. I needed to fix that. Reaching up, I grabbed for her bra.

She snagged my wrist. “Don’t. I’ll do it.”

Shrugging, I went back to what I was doing while she struggled out of the sports bra.

She dropped the bra on the floor, and my gaze fell on the swell of her tits, watching her nipples harden in the cool air of the room.

I ran the tip of one finger around one of those perky little nipples.

She bit back a moan, then turned her face into the pillow as I dipped my head and traced her clit with my tongue.

“Look at me,” I commanded, looking up from between her thighs.

She glanced at me, her gray eyes a bit glazed with pleasure, but she didn’t look away as I teased her.

I gripped her hips and pushed her thighs over my shoulders, so I had a better view of that pretty pussy.

It was all pink and wet and perfect. And I planned to eat every fucking inch of it before I slid into her and fucked her until we both forgot our damn names.

It’d been too long since I’d gotten my hands on her.

Between her skittishness and everything else that’d happened there just hadn’t been time.

Her eyes widened as she tried to wiggle away when my mouth clamped onto her.

Her moans were soft at first, but got louder with each lick, nibble and suck.

I had a feeling she was trying to keep them down because every noise was an admission that she wanted me.

That she really was mine. She could try to stay quiet all she wanted, but I planned to make her scream.

By the time we were done, she was going to know the fucking truth.

I was claiming her in the most primitive way that I could.

She could try to run from me, but I was always going to be there when she turned around.

I thrust two fingers into her, my thumb rubbing at her clit, until her breathing became shallow and her pussy fluttered around my fingers.

She moaned my name as her fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my mouth against her wetness, while I thrust my fingers into her, over and over until her thighs trembled.

Her fingers gripped my head as she came.

Extending her orgasm out as long as I could, I waited until her body went limp then I shifted upward.

Grabbing her by the hips, I flipped her onto her hands and knees.

I didn’t pause. Didn’t give her time to process what was happening.

The tip of my cock snagged on her entrance and I thrust into her until I was fully encased in wet heat.

Fuck she felt good. Her pussy was still quivering from her first orgasm.

She whimpered as I rocked back out of her. Her thighs spread as she moved backward to try to find me, to be filled by me again. “Please, Warrant. I need you. Please.”

Her pleas drove me mad. I fucking loved hearing her beg.

Wrapping one hand around her throat from behind, I anchored the other on her hip as I started up a pounding rhythm.

One that would drive us both to the edge.

And beyond. She moaned my name. Reached back to grab my thigh and tried to pull me back into her after every thrust. She didn’t have to.

There wasn’t any chance I was leaving her hot, wet cunt until we both got off.

And even after we both came I’d want more of her.

She gasped loudly, and I knew she was about to come again.

Her pussy started to tighten around me, making it almost impossible not to come with her.

Her back bowed and her inner walls spasmed as she orgasmed again.

My name tore out of her throat and the sound drove me crazy.

My fingers tightened on her, though I was careful not to crush her delicate throat, my hips kept pistoning into her.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to stay buried balls deep in her until we both fucking died from heart attacks.

But she felt too good wrapped around me.

Her walls were milking my cock, begging for my cum.

My balls drew up as the first jet of my cum left me. It felt like it was pulled out of my very soul, the way she sucked me deep inside her. The orgasm left me blind and deaf to anything except her and how good she felt.

Once my heart rate slowed down, I dropped to the side and pulled her against me. To my relief she snuggled up to my side and closed her eyes. “What’s it going to take to convince you of how good we are together?”

Her sigh was sharp, but she didn’t open her eyes or respond.

“I love you, Ainsley.”

She lifted her head and glared at me. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Don’t play dirty.” She rolled away from me and I let her go.

Sitting up in bed, I watched her snatch up her clothes, fury radiating off her. So much for staying relaxed. “Telling you I love you is playing dirty?” I asked, arching a brow.

“You know it is,” she snapped, tugging on her clothes.

I grinned as she had to put her pants on over her bare pussy.

I wondered how long it was going to take for her to realize I hadn’t used a condom.

It hadn’t been my plan not to. I had enough in my nightstand, but I’d been so out of my head with needing her that it had slipped my mind.

The image of Ainsley pregnant with my child made that possessive instinct inside me rear up.

It took all my self-control to stay sitting while she finished getting dressed.

I chuckled as she flipped me off and walked out of my bedroom. One of these days she wasn’t going to walk away. I’d make sure of that.