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There was no sign of the sedan, but she did a few more exit maneuvers just to be on the safe side. From there she made it to the motel without any other incident. The small lot had no place to park out of sight, so she pulled up right in front of room number twelve which was at least on the side of the building. She’d barely got the room’s door unlocked before her bike rumbled into the lot.
“Zeven.”
He leapt from the bike. His long strides brought them together and through the door into the room. Their lips crashed and battled. The door slammed. Zeven dragged her from the floor, pinning her back to the wall.
“Damn, Harl, I about died when that fucking sedan followed you.”
She interrupted his words with a half a dozen short, hot kisses.“Imagine how I felt…Enough about him.I lost him. That’s all that matters.”She deepened her kiss, not willing to linger on the fears when they had this moment to live in.
Wrapping her legs around him brought them tighter together. His hard body and obvious arousal pressed in all the right places.“Clothes?”
His answer was a low growl and a determined nibble. Then he ripped her shirt off with a single jerk.
The brutality of the sound and act was…sexy as hell. When had she become this hard core? Ten years ago, in the desert when she gave her heart to an animal? Her only mistake had been not trusting him enough. She wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
He buried his face between her small bare breasts. Thank God she hadn’t bothered with a bra. Kissing his way to her left breast he got serious about his play. His lips found her nipple and sucked it in to do something delicious with his tongue.
Damn, whatever it was, it felt good. Wild tugs of pleasure darted down her body. She rocked her hips against him to ease the building pressure, but it wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her, needed the pleasure he was promising. And she needed it now.
Pushing him back she hit the floor and immediately began tearing at her jeans. The button and fly finally gave way and she shoved them off, taking her panties, socks and shoes with them. While having him staring at her was gratifying in one way, it wasn’t doing a thing to get the sex rolling. “You going to ditch the clothes, or do you expect me to rip them off you?”
He stripped and was bare-assed in seconds. “What exactly did you have planned?”
“I don’t know if you could really call it a plan…” She advanced on him, circling until she had him backed against the bed. “I just intend to fuck you.”
She pushed him and he fell back on the bed with a groan.
“First, I’m going to crawl up your body and rub myself all over your cock. Then I’m going to sink onto that bad boy and take a ride.”
He didn’t answer but his cock jerked with interest.
God, he was beautiful. His body was big everywhere. With focus on his thick, heavy cock… he was perfect. Zeven folded his arms under his head. His biceps bulged revealing how tense he was as well as how bad he was at waiting.
“I love it when you talk sexy, but was it all talk?”
She did just as she promised with a few adaptations. While crawling up his body she took some time to stroke and nibble at his erection. Then while rubbing her wet folds over his cock, she kissed him deep and long until his arms gave up their act and finally came around her.
Only then did she reach down between them, holding him in place and rolling her hips to angle him into her entrance. He arched up under her, driving deep with a slow demanding push.
She rocked over him, riding Zeven with fast shallow motions as well as long deep ones that left them both gasping for air. Their bodies were close, fitting together, but it was their minds and hearts that was the true miracle. Covered in rough edges, finding a fit was unlikely and yet they came together perfectly. His impatience and the raging animal instincts matched her own passion and desire to free her wild side.
The edge of violence gathered in him like a force of nature. He bucked under her, clenching her ass and driving deep.
As her orgasm shattered her control, she bit his shoulder. The taste of her lover’s blood might have knocked her from the moment if not for Zeven roaring his approval as he crushed her in his embrace.
She swore for a moment the world had died with them, but then she knew it didn’t matter and succumbed to the darkness.
Chapter Seventeen
Jose Garcia took his son to the Rose Den before heading out to face his shitty clan leaders. His boy was healing well but if it had been Sheila’s plan to get him killed, it wouldn’t be long until she found another way to try. And that meant he was running out of time. He had to either find a way to get Cord to safety or find a way to stop Sheila.
But either way, his first step would require reporting what had happened. And Sheila was not going to be happy with the news. Not happy being a euphemism for raving bitch hysterics.
He entered the house through the back. Sheila insisted most of the clan enter through the servant doors, like second class citizens in her royal court. Even her favored few didn’t dare to use the front door unless they were accompanying her. And he certainly wasn’t among the favored.
She was no better than any other Valàfrn within the clan. Why did she see the need to treat everyone like trash? She hadn’t always been that way, had she? His memories of her were scattered. They’d never been close despite their blood ties. She’d been at odds with his parents. After one big fight between her and her brother, she had left. She hadn’t even lived with the clan for several decades after that. Until she’d returned a little more than five years ago with Jack Donnelly by her side.
After killing her own brother to take leadership of the clan, she’d uprooted them and moved them into Jack’s fenced in compound. Anyone who spoke up was removed. Permanently.
