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“I’m actually seeing someone…” she trailed off, breathless, shrugging back into her jacket self consciously.
“Like, dating someone?” Johnny smirked leerily. “Dating isn’t exclusive, darlin’, in the MC world, surely you know that.” He laughed.
“No, I’m pretty sure we’ve agreed not to see anyone else,” she ground out, trying to be polite still.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind-” Johnny began.
But didn’t finish his sentence. The knife came from nowhere.
From thin air, from the darkness.
It whistled through the air and slammed into the nomad’s shoulder. The force of it knocked him back into the wall. Hell, the knife pinned him into the wall, the knife stabbed into the top of his shoulder, through his leather vest, and deep into the wall. It quivered there. He stared at it, shocked. And then someone was right in front of him. Phantom had moved like lightning, silently. Now he stood right up against Johnny. Phantom wasn’t taller, the other guy was. Phantom didn’t care. He could kill him. He would kill him if he had to. Nobody fucked with his Sugar Plum Fairy.
Sophie gasped and didn’t take her eyes from his. Phantom stared back at her.
“He minds,” Sophie practically whispered.
“Fuck! You could have killed me, man! Am I bleeding? What the fuck? That was a near miss!”
“Phantom doesn’t miss,” a voice came from behind. Colt. Adjudicating, as always. Sophie breathed out quickly. “That means you were lucky, he chose to spare you.”
In an instant, Phantom’s arms shot out. He grabbed both Johnny and Sophie around the neck. One hand on each. He pushed Sophie back against the wall so she was next to Johnny. Johnny was already pinned there. Sophie gasped, the speed of his movements took the air out of her lungs. She was pressed now against the side wall, one of Phantom’s large, strong hands around her neck, fingers pressed into her hairline, his thumb lightly pressed over her windpipe. She could breathe, but he wanted her to feel his strength. The strength of his feelings. Johnny was pinned in a similar position with Phantom’s other hand, though he was sputtering. Phantom’s grip was much tighter around Johnny’s neck. He was almost strangling him, almost blocking his airway.
Phantom snarled. He brought his face close to Johnny’s. So close, someone watching could almost think they might kiss. Phantom eyed his face, glancing down at his lips, as if he genuinely considered the thought. He didn’t, but he knew it would freak Johnny out. Johnny was wild eyed, confused, and shocked. Gasping still. Phantom smirked, having got the outcome he wanted. Phantom’s gaze flicked to the man’s throat, his jugular. Phantom eyed it up, like a lion about to maul his prey to death.
“Dude, are you going to fight me? Or fuck me? I have no fucking idea.”
Phantom simply bared his teeth.
Then Phantom moved to Sophie’s face. He eyed her in the same way, as if he was going to kiss her. Or rip her throat out. People had stopped to look now. He leaned in and met her lips. A kiss for Sophie. Kissing like this was still new for him. He didn’t understand, he’d never done it before, not with her, his previous… he banished all thoughts of her from his mind. He consumed Sophie, he feasted on her, his mouth lathing all of his rage and affection and lust for life in that kiss. He closed his eyes and groaned with how delicious she was. Her life and her love, laid out on a platter for him. And he would binge on her until he was full. Overfull. Sick. He moaned again, and then eyed Johnny from the corner of his eye. He was mocking him. Look what I can have, he was saying to Johnny. Look at what is mine, not yours. Phantom’s hand on her throat was caressing now, holding her firmly but his thumb was stroking her windpipe.
Sophie had been shocked at first, her eyes wide, her body stiff, but she was calming now, relaxing into the kiss. Letting out barely audible little mewls. Fuck, she was into this. Phantom wanted to take things further. Phantom leaned in with his hips, pushing them into her, melding his body against hers. Grinding his hips languidly, leaving no room for the imagination to everyone else who was now gathered around, watching. Phantom still had his arm out and his hand firmly grasping Johnny’s neck. Johnny was still pinned against the wall by the scruff of his leather cut, and the knife, Phantom’s hand firmly around his windpipe uncomfortably, right next to them. Johnny managed to turn his head toward them. Phantom had slackened off enough to let him do that, and watched Sophie and himself kissing like their lives depended on it.
Phantom was teaching Johnny a lesson. He knew his place now. Phantom didn’t take his lips off Sophie, didn’t peel his hips from her body. He simply released his fingers. Johnny visibly sagged against the wall. Phantom didn’t stop, didn’t turn, didn’t even open his eyes. He left his hand outstretched, and yanked his knife from Johnny’s shoulder. He took a hand off Sophie, gathered her top at the shoulder in one hand and pinned her in place with the knife, stabbing it into the wall, through her top, inches from her face. She would have felt the air rush past her face, a few hairs tickled her face. But Phantom was confident with what he was doing. It wouldn’t hurt her, none of her skin was pinched, just her jacket. She gasped and breathed. Then he released the knife, and with his hand, simply beckoned for Johnny to leave. A little flick of the wrist. Like a driver indicating for another driver to make the turn, off-hand, minimal movement. ‘Go’ it said. You are dismissed. Johnny adjusted his leather cut. Took a breath as if to say something, rolling his shoulders to get his vest straightened out.
Phantom focused all of his effort on Sophie, pinned up for him. He reached out with his hands, found hers. He gathered them up, hastily, pushed them together above her head. She moaned. He watched her face as she saw the light catch on something metal. Another knife. Phantom pulled it out from his back. He made eye contact with her, then gathered the sleeves of her jacket together. She didn’t even blink, in fact, her black pupils enlarged with desire. Fuck, she was actual perfection.
He stabbed the knife into the gathered sleeves, pinning her hands up and together. This was going to his head now. His head and his cock. He was almost dizzy, unable to stand with the rush from this. Like a sugar rush, or a mouthful of her ice cream, or her cum, it spurred him on. Phantom opened his lips as if to groan with pleasure, deepening the kiss, thrusting now with his hips. Sophie whimpered. His hard cock was pressing right against her clit, the friction of them both being fully clothed added to the sensation. That he had pinned her in place, for all to see, the knife physically stopping her from going anywhere else, only added to the pleasure. Phantom knew she teetered on her tiptoes.
Johnny got the message.
Everyone in the MC got the message.
Neither of them turned their heads, neither broke the kiss or even opened their eyes.
Phantom’s other hand immediately went to her bottom, groping firmly, almost roughly, then scooping her up with the one hand. He lifted her up, both butt cheeks now under his hand and forearm. Sophie’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, clasping him tightly, supporting some of her own weight. They didn’t break the kiss, but it was hardly a kiss any more, they were messily devouring each other’s mouths. Lips, teeth, and tongues clashing, nibbling and sucking. Feasting on each other. She was aware that they were in the garden of the clubhouse, people were around, already watching.
“Phantom, Phantom, people will see,” she wheezed. But she already knew he was going to carry on anyway, and she was already okay with it. He could tell. She liked it, in fact. He was high off of her. That he was pleasing her sexually with this ridiculous display of possessive aggression, blew his mind. He let it play out, let himself feel, let his hands wander, let his tongue lick.
He needed to let his cock take her.
He needed it right fucking now.
His other hand roughly took over and freed himself enough to open his jeans and release his throbbing cock. Once he had done that, his hand came to the waistband of her jeans. He put her down on the ground and pulled them down. The waistband snagged at her knees. He lifted one booted foot and stomped on the crotch area, forcing them down to her ankles. He paused, she was now bare legged, her little black panties visible for all to see. And people did see. April and Colt sat on the leather sofa. Colt adjusted himself, April leaned in, whispering, and placed her hand on his groin. She rubbed. He groaned. They both watched. Rafe muttered something about signing them up for a show at the Glasshouse. Ash was commenting about how she wasn’t cupcakes and missionary after all. Had they even done it missionary yet, Phantom wildly thought? No they had not.
Phantom stared at everyone, challenging them. Anyone else think you can get near her? You can’t. She is mine. And look at what a beauty she is.
He turned back to Sophie. She almost stumbled but the knives kept her in place. She whimpered. Her eyes fixed on him. He recognized her arousal, her half hooded eyes, she even squeezed her legs together a little. Phantom looked and saw the wet patch in her panties. He smiled with triumph.
