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She pulled back slightly, running her hand down my arms. “I love you. I’d burn the world for you, but I can also admit my mistakes.” I arched my brow. “I argued with Widow earlier and I called you princess.” I cringed. “I’m sorry, Rory. You know I’d never use that pet name. You’re my valkyrie.”

I pulled her back to me. “It’s okay. It doesn’t sound horrible when you say it, but I still don’t like it. Next time just call me your warrior or something else. If you want to piss her off, call me phoenix.” I was treading dangerous waters with both of them, but Widow’s feelings when she couldn’t express them were none of my concern. “You make me happy, so I forgive you. But I’ll take a kiss and an orgasm for an even better apology.”

She kissed me, and I smiled up at her. “I’d burn the world just to see you smile,” Hades whispered.

“Am I okay enough to have you sit on my face?” I questioned. “A devotion like that deserves an orgasm.”

Hades laughed. “Come on, pretty girl.”

My back arched as another orgasm barreled through me. A confession of love made out for a night of passionate love-making, even with an arm injury. I loved rough sex, but having Hades whisper sweep promises of her devotion against my skin was mind blowing. I loved this woman, and she loved me. There was nothing more I wanted in life.

Hades grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around her, slipping my knee between her thighs. I swallowed her moans as she ground her slick pussy against my thigh as our lips molded together. Her breathing picked up as I picked up my pace. We stopped kissing and I buried my face into her neck, sucking her skin as she moaned in my ear. There was something intoxicating about hearing the woman I loved moan in my ear as I brought her pleasure.

“Rory,” she breathed as her body tensed. She came hard as I bit her neck.

“I love you,” I whispered.

She pulled back, kissing me again. “I love you, valkyrie. That was one hell of a way to celebrate, huh?”

I beamed. I loved when she called my pretty girl, but hearing “my valkyrie” or “valkyrie” made me feel giddy inside. “It's not every day that an incredibly gorgeous woman tells me she is in love with me and promises to burn the world to see me smile.”

“Oh, and trust me I will. What do you need from me?”

I loved how she cared for me when we had sex. What did I do to deserve a woman like her? “Shower and then we can cuddle?”

Ninety-Five

Rory

I’d been home for a week, and my cut was to the point it was irritating and itchy, so I was aggravated. My attacker-slash-stalker wannabe was messaging me still, and he wasn’t helping my mood. I was pissed off that he came to my shop and then ran like a coward instead of fighting like a man. I was mad at myself and my brain for how I reacted when he was on top of me, but I was grateful I was able to get out of it before he did anything. He was desperate. One thing I knew about desperate people was that they did irrational things.

Everyone at the clubhouse knew if I was annoyed, to stay far away from me. Normally food would curb the bitch, but I was sex-deprived. Vesper was sex on legs just like Hades, but Vesper wouldn’t touch me until my arm healed more. If she didn’t fuck me, I would strap her down and make her watch. Either way, I was having multiple orgasms tonight.

I needed to talk to Widow. She was stuck in the middle of listening to my sister and wanting me. I wasn’t stupid, but Widow was the queen of avoidance.

“Hey, Reba, do you know where Vesper is?”

“I think she’s working on her car.”

Vesper. Shirtless. Sweaty. Tattoos on display. Was this what it felt like to be in heat? I must be ovulating. Dear God, I need to get laid. I thanked Reba before skipping to the garage.

Vesper was under her Escalade, changing the oil. At least that was what I was assuming. I wasn’t a car girl. I was a bike girl. I knew how to change and fix everything on my bike, but if someone asked me to change the oil or brakes on a normal vehicle, I was lost. I’d been a biker girl since Cinder brought me to Briarwood and showed me her 1978 Harley Davidson.

Currently, my obsession was the hot woman in jeans and I was assuming a white tank top. She was literally the walking stereotype for a masc lesbian. Vesper reminded me of a more Latina version of Corky for Bound and goddamn were all my fantasies about to come true.

“Is it appropriate to give you a strip tease in the garage?”

Vesper cursed and hit her head against her car. “Jesus fuck, mariposa.”

She slid from under the car, rubbing the side of her head. Her white tank had grease stains and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck, there must be a God up there and I was their favorite. It was about time sky daddy started making life better. I was ogling Vesper like a piece of meat, but damn, could she blame me? Vesper was sin, and right now, she was exactly the person I needed to kill this building desire between my thighs.

“Have you ever been ate out in the hood of a car?” she asked as she scrubbed her hands in the sink.

I smirked. “There’s a time for firsts.”

Vesper came up to me, grabbing me by my throat and pulling me into her. Our lips clashed as the kiss turned frenzied. It felt like I hadn't touched her in decades when it was only a few hours ago that I kissed her, but it wasn’t like this. Vesper was scared she’d hurt my arm, but a little pain never hurt when pleasure was involved.

Vesper fumbled with the strings of my corset top, huffing when one got tangled. She pulled out her switchblade and cut them before ripping the corset from my body. I scoffed, looking at her with distaste. That was my favorite top.