She shatters hard. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice. Wet heat floods around my shaft. She cries out my name loud and her whole body shakes violently. I keep thrusting through her orgasm. Chasing my own release. The pressure builds fast at the base of my spine. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter.
I grit out her name low and bury myself deep one last time. I come hard. My hips jerk with every pulse. The pleasure rips through me so intense my vision blurs for a second. I stay buried inside her for a long moment. Her pussy pulsing around me.
I finally pull out. A mix of our juices drips down her thighs. The sight makes me groan. I stroke my hands over her red ass soothing the marks I left there. She collapses forward onto the bed breathing hard. Her body trembles with aftershocks. I roll beside her and drag her against my chest. I wrap my arms around her tight and hold her close. Her heart pounds fast against mine.
"You’re mine Tia," I murmur against her hair. My hand rests on her hip. "Every part of you."
She nuzzles into my neck. Her breathing slowly evens out. I hold her closer and listen to the ocean outside the window. The waves crash steady and endless. My hand strokes up and down her back. She feels perfect here. Soft and warm and full of me. The world outside waits with all its threats and blood. The Cartel. The rat inside my club. None of it matters right now.
I press a kiss to the top of her head. She sighs softly in her sleep. I stay awake longer than she does. My body still hums with satisfaction but my mind already plans the next move. We can’t stay here long. But for tonight she sleeps safe in my arms. Exactly where she belongs. And I’ll destroy anything that tries to take her from me.
The hours slip by. Moonlight shifts across the room. Tia stirs once and presses closer. I tighten my hold and whisper against her hair. "Sleep baby. I got you."
She settles again. Her breathing stays deep and even. I watch the shadows on the ceiling and think about the road ahead. The safe house gives us time but we’ll need to move soon. For now though I focus on the woman in my arms. The way her body fits against mine. The way she trusted me with every moan and whimper. The way she looked at me when I claimed her.
This changes everything. She’s not just protection anymore. She’s mine. In blood and body and soul. And I’ll keep her that way no matter the cost.
The ocean continues its steady rhythm outside. I close my eyes eventually and let sleep pull me under. Tia stays wrapped in my arms. Warm. Safe. Mine.
Soon we ride again. But tonight belongs to us.
17
Tia
I wake up slowly with Kraken’s big body curled protectively behind me. His arm drapes heavy over my waist. His breath brushes steady and warm against the back of my neck. I smile into the pillow and press back against him just a little. Last night still lingers in my body. The delicious ache between my legs reminds me exactly how thoroughly he claimed me. I love waking up like this. Safe. Held by the man who makes danger feel exciting instead of terrifying.
Kraken stirs behind me. His hand slides up my side and cups my breast. He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Morning, baby,” he rumbles. His voice sounds rough with sleep and it sends a shiver straight through me.
“Morning,” I whisper back. I turn in his arms and look up at him. His gray eyes meet mine. Heat already simmers there. “Do we have to leave today?”
He nods once. “We do. Safer to keep moving.” He kisses me slow and deep before he pulls away and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. “Let me check in with the club first.”
I watch him as he sits up against the headboard. The sheet pools low around his hips. All those tattoos and hard muscle on full display make my mouth go dry. He dials and puts the phone to his ear. I listen quietly while he talks.
“Mace. Report.” His voice stays low and commanding. He listens for a moment. His free hand rests on my thigh like he needs the contact. “Good. Everything quiet on your end?” Another pause. “Keep it that way. Stay locked down in Miami. No unnecessary moves.”
He ends the call and sets the phone down. “Club is solid. No new trouble yet. We head up to Tampa today. Put more distance between us and the Keys.”
I nod and stretch. “Tampa sounds good. As long as I get to stay right behind you on that bike.”
He smirks and leans down to kiss me again. “That’s exactly where you belong.”
We get ready quickly. I pull on fresh clothes while Kraken checks the bungalow one last time. I tuck Kevin carefully into my backpack. We lock up and step outside into the bright morning sun. The ocean sparkles under clear blue skies. Kraken swings his leg over the Harley and starts the engine. The deep rumble vibrates through the air and straight into my bones. He hands me the helmet. I climb on behind him and wrap my arms tight around his waist. My chest presses against his broad back. The heat of his body soaks through his shirt and makes me sigh happily.
We pull out onto the road. The wind whips past us as Kraken opens up the throttle. Beach houses blur by. I hold on tighter and rest against his cut. The motorcycle vibrates steadilybetween my thighs. Every rumble sends little sparks of pleasure through me. I shift my hips trying to find relief but it only makes the feeling stronger. Heat builds low in my belly. My nipples tighten against his back. I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs around him. The longer we ride the wetter I get. The constant vibration and the feel of his hard body against mine drive me crazy.
Kraken must sense it. He reaches back with one hand and squeezes my thigh. A few miles later he takes a turn onto a quiet side road that winds close to the ocean. Trees line one side while the water sparkles on the other. He slows down and pulls off onto a secluded patch of dirt near the dunes. The engine cuts off. The sudden silence feels loud with my racing heartbeat.
He twists around and looks at me. Those dark eyes burn. “You’ve been squirming behind me for the last twenty miles baby. That pussy aching for me already?”
My face heats but I nod. “Yes. The bike… you… it feels too good.”
He hums slowly, and swings off the bike. He lifts me down and backs me up against the seat. His hands slide in my shorts and panties. He pushes them down my legs in one rough motion. Cool ocean air hits my wet skin. He spins me around and bends me over the motorcycle. My hands grip the seat. My ass lifts high for him.
“Such a needy little thing,” he rasps. He kicks my feet apart and spreads me open. “Look at this dripping cunt. Soaking for my cock while we ride. You want me to fuck you right here on my bike baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please Kraken.”
