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Yeah, baby, you feel it too, don't you? You know you're mine.
I don't say anything to Jinx. I don't have to say anything to him. He takes one look at me and Jessie together and knows she belongs to me. Everyone knows it. There's no mistaking the way she shivers when I place my hand on her shoulder and then slide it around her throat in a possessive hold, or the way she leans into me, burrowing closer.
"Sorry, Devil," Jinx says. "I didn't know she's yours."
Everyone watches us silently, warily, waiting to find out if there's going to be blood spilled here tonight. They won't stop me if I do decide to spill his blood. Some rules are inviolable. Trying to touch a brother's old lady is one of them. The way I feel right now…. I've never been jealous. I've never fucking cared enough to be jealous. This is different. This is Jessie.
The fact that she's here now is the only thing that keeps me from going for his throat. I'll never put her in the middle or knowingly put her in harm's way. She's mine to protect, mine to guard. No one will threaten her, no one will hurt her. No one will frighten her. Including me.
"Now you know," I growl, holding his gaze for a moment longer. When he lowers his eyes to the fire, I dismiss him and look at my girl. She's staring up at me, her lips slightly parted, her aqua eyes a mix of overpowering desire and startling anxiety. "It's time to go, Jessie baby."
Part of me expects her to tell me to go to hell—this is Jessie we're talking about. Surprisingly, she doesn't. She takes the hand I hold out for her, allowing me to pull her to her feet. I tuck her against my body, keeping her close. God, she feels good right there. Like home. All five-foot-two inches of it.
I'll defend it—defend her—with my life.
"Bye, everyone," she whispers as I lead her around the bonfire. We skirt the side of the clubhouse instead of cutting through it. She doesn't need to go back inside. Even before Ruin's warning, I knew that much. She doesn't belong in there. Hell, she doesn't belong anywhere near this life. And yet she can't seem to stay away from it either. It draws her like a little moth, compelling her closer.
I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do about that. Risk and I are going to have to figure it out though because she can't keep sneaking out here on her own. Not with the Satan's Savages after Sin's girl. Not with other clubs willing to start wars at any moment just for the entertainment. Telling her not to come didn't work. Of course, it didn't. No one tells Jessie what to do. She's as stubborn as she is beautiful.
A pretty little complication.
The best damn one I've ever encountered.
"I'm not yours," she says when we're out of earshot.
Her denial snaps what little self-control I have left clean in two.
"The hell you aren't," I snarl, grabbing her around the waist as lust surges through me in a big black cloud of need. It pounds in my cock and in my chest, creating a harmony that sets my blood on fire. I pick her infuriating little ass up, planting her back against the clubhouse wall.
"Let me go," she breathes. Her body betrays her. Her legs encircle my waist, and her arms loop around my neck. She pulls me closer, clinging to me even as she tries to order me away. Her hands delve into my hair, her fingers catching on the long strands, pulling…trying to drag my mouth down to hers.
"Tell me you're mine, little one."
"Go to hell, Creed."
Ah, fuck. She shouldn't have said that.
"Fine, but I'm taking you with me," I mutter, planting one hand on the wall above her head. "And you're riding my cock the whole way, Jessie baby." Before she has time to respond or argue, I slant my mouth down over hers, kissing her like I've been dying to do since I saw her sitting in her car two weeks ago. Since she snatched my heart right out of my chest and claimed it as hers. My tongue flicks against her soft lips, silently demanding entry.
She parts them on a soft whimper, giving me what I want. I lick into her mouth, stealing her breath and sealing my fate. She tastes like tart, juicy apples. The kind my grandmother used to bake into pies when I was a kid. I growl against her lips, bouncing her against my erection.
"Oh!" she cries, clutching fistfuls of my hair.
I knew she'd be wild when I got my hands on her. I fucking knew it.
"God yeah, Jessie. Grind that sweet cunt against this greedy cock." I bite her bottom lip and then surge forward again, kissing her deeper, trying to eat her alive. "I'm not letting up until you're soaking your panties and shouting out who you belong to."
"I d-don't belong to you," she gasps.
"Ah, baby." I press my forehead against hers, panting for breath as I work her on my erection, trying to hit her sweet spot through her jeans. If we were in my cabin, I'd have them around her ankles already, and I'd be eating her from behind. But this can't wait until then. "Why do you want to go and say something we both know isn't true? You belong to me."
"Yeah?" She pulls my hair again and then bites my lip. "Who else is yours, Devil? How many other girls also think they belong to you?"
I don't think she means to say it. I definitely don't think she intends for me to hear the vulnerability in her voice when she does. But she does say it and I do hear it. It damn near drops me to my knees. This crazy, infuriating, beautiful little firecracker has no clue, does she?
"Not a goddamn one, Jessie," I snarl, thrusting my hand into her hair and tipping her head back until her defiant eyes meet mine in the dark. I rock her against my cock with my other hand, grinding against her clit. "You're it, you hear me? I haven't touched another woman in years."
"Devil," she gasps.
