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Then he licked her.
Licked her with the whole of his tongue, from the bottom of her chin, up her cheek, over her now closed eye and eyebrow, up her forehead and into her hair. He left a wet trail up the whole of her face, her hair even was wet in the area he had licked. Sophie opened her mouth with shock.
“Jesus Christ. He’s a fucking animal,” she overheard Carmelo murmur. “He basically just pissed on her like a dog on a fucking fire hydrant.”
“No, look, she liked it,” Rita said, reverently.
Sophie indeed smiled widely. Yes, it was an unusual display of affection. Yes, it could have been seen as derogatory, as demeaning, as objectifying her… Sophie found that she didn’t mind, though. She’d be whatever Phantom needed her to be. She wanted to be his, an object in his arms, molten chocolate for him to mold and sculpt as he wanted, all his.
She shuddered as the air felt cool where he’d licked her. Her heart was doing double time in her chest, her lungs were struggling to suck enough air inside. She was panting, her eyes snagged on Phantom. She raised her arm and wiped her wet cheek with the inside of her wrist. Slightly high off the spectacle and the adrenaline, she bent her head a little and licked his saliva off her wrist, staring back at him the whole time, not breaking eye contact. She was his, and happy to be his.
“How the fuck-?” Carmelo began.
“Doesn’t matter. If she liked that, then maybe she’ll like the other fucked up shit he’ll do to her,” Rita cut the police Sergeant off.
Colt smiled. Rafe did a silent fist pump and Ash looked down at the ground, shook his head, and grinned.
Sophie felt that strange mix of surprise and yet like he’d always planned to meet her there all along. Heat and shivers. Embarrassment and yet pride. She felt claimed. She felt like his. She liked it.
Phantom turned and stared at the gaggle of people that had now gathered around Sophie’s Soft Scoops. He practically growled, an animal having staked his claim. She heard what he was saying, loud and clear. She was his. Daring anyone to say otherwise. Daring anyone to say anything. To call him out, to speak against his claim. Nobody did. Everyone could see it, everyone knew it now. She was physically covered in his lick. Phantom looked back at her impassively, not even shocked that she wasn’t shocked, then back to the crowd, challenging anyone to intervene.
She felt she saw him, understood him, and he saw it and understood her, too. She felt that they didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to talk it through, or explain. She wouldn’t have said anything to him and she knew he wouldn’t have said anything to her, even if he could speak. He was hers and she was his, and that was all anyone needed to know.
“That was the most public claiming I’ve ever seen,” Ash said.
Sophie turned and smiled at the MC boys, all stood, staring at her.
“Yup,” Colt agreed. No one was in any doubt now. Sophie was well and truly in Phantom’s sights. “I just hope and pray she doesn’t end up like the other things in Phantom’s crosshairs; dead.”
Phantom had seen the text from Colt and immediately sprang into action. He was in the clubhouse when he got Colt’s message. It pinged onto his screen while he was eating a late breakfast. He’d been working last night, on a run, riding alongside the van on a drug run. He was going to go to the farmers market later on, he was doing a shift on the barbecue. But as soon as he saw Colt’s text, he stood up and left. His breakfast left unfinished, he didn’t tuck his chair in, he simply left.
He had to make her his. Fuck Carmelo and any other guy in town who thought he had a chance with Phantom’s Sugar Plum Fairy. He didn’t know how. He didn’t care how. Ash was right, fucker that he was. If he wanted a taste, he had to stake his claim. He wasn’t the only one who could see she was fucking cute, the whole fucking town could see it. Others would see that and make a move and as much as he knew he didn’t deserve her, he knew that he couldn’t sit by and watch someone else have her. So the only option left was that he had to make a move.
In the daylight. Paralyzed with fear and anger, and the need to possess. To claim. No fucker was going to touch her.
He revved into town like a man on a mission. No one could stop him, nothing could get in his way. Fuck the roadblock, fuck everything.
Phantom searched the crowd and spotted Colt. Phantom gave Colt the tiniest chin lift. He was saying thank you. In his own imperceptible way. But Colt saw it. Colt nodded back. Colt had texted him, telling him to get his ass down here ‘cause people were beginning to make a move on Sophie. And he realized he couldn’t stand for it.
When he had found her, in the crowd, behind her stall, smiling away like always, he hadn’t thought. He hadn’t stopped to pause. He felt the urge to claim. He felt it like the urge to breathe his next breath. He had no choice, it was a compulsion, an instinct. It was wired into his bones. He lumbered up to her, one goal and one goal only. He didn’t know what to do, he hadn’t planned this, but he didn’t stop to think now. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed and he licked.
Mine. Fucking mine. She. Is. Mine.
The gasps around him told him he’d done his job. People knew now. She was marked. Marked by him. His wetness on her. Fuck, he wanted it to be his cum. If he could have come all over her instead, he would have. Right there, for everyone to see. Yeah. Fuck, he was hard now, but he had done the job he wanted to do. He didn’t need to get his cock out. He didn’t need to fight, or kill. This time.
And she’d looked up at him, knowing that’s what he was telling her. Telling her he wanted her. For real, in front of everyone. And she told him, with her gentle smile and licking off his spit from her own skin, that yes, she’d be his.
And that had been enough for him.
He’d stared down the crowd, jutting his jaw out, unafraid, unashamed. Owning what he had done. And with that, Phantom scooped the black helmet back on his head, swung himself back on his bike, choked it back to life and roared off back up the street.
* * *
Later on,he stood at the barbecue, doing his shift. The town had calmed down, he had calmed down. Sophie was his and no one was arguing it. The smoke from the BBQ caused him to squint but it wasn’t enough to cause him to turn away or cough. He wordlessly flipped burgers. He knew people were pointing and staring at him still, though. He knew he might have endangered Colt and April’s plan to win the hearts and minds of the townspeople. He knew all of that, but he didn’t regret what he had done. He was pleased with himself. He’d made a move and it had paid off. He could deal with any fall out from Colt later. He’d atone for his sins. He’d fucking clean the road with his toothbrush if he had to, to make up for it. He didn’t care. He’d claimed Sophie. And she had smiled back up at him, claimed him right back. He’d answer to Colt’s annoyance later.
But it seemed Colt was busy with other things. Colt and Lyle stood behind the MC’s barbecue and hog roast stall, talking together.
“I say we just go in-”
