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Until finally, I squeezed the base of his shaft and slowly stroked up while lowering my face. Suddenly, his abs constricted, and his hand came down on the back of my head. I was still fastened to his mouth like a fucking meal, but his chest curved inward, which allowed him a better angle for his hand to push against the back of my head, making me take even more of him, and then I felt it.
His hot release shot down my throat as he groaned loudly. His tongue swept over my clit, latching onto it and sucking as hard as he could. I came so hard, I saw stars and tiny lights bursting behind my closed eyelids. My breathing was ragged, and I couldn’t help it, my mouth opened on a scream, mid swallow, allowing some of his release to slide back down his length and dribble down my chin. He was breathing hard, and I let up on his length, slowly licking the ribbons of release from his tip.
“Fucking shit, that was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” Killian rasped, falling onto his back.
I smiled, rolling off him because my legs were weak. That orgasm had ripped through me like a tidal wave, stronger than any I’d ever had in my life, and it wasn’t enough. I was already craving more of him.
As if he needed it too, he moved with me until he was braced on his forearms. His thumb came down on my bottom lip while he searched my face. I could feel him getting hard again, the tip of him already nudging my entrance.
He was about to say something when suddenly there was someone pounding on the front door. His head dipped in defeat as he waited for who I was sure would prove to be Giles. Because that guy had the worst fucking timing.
Sure enough, the door opened, and we heard him call up.
“Prez?”
I smiled up at Killian with a dopey smile. He returned it, stroking my jaw, pushing strands of hair off my face.
“Prez, it’s important. You need to come out here and calm these fuckers down,” Giles warned, his voice echoing up through the house.
Killian continued to stare down at me while frustration tugged at his features, and he finally called back, “I’ll be down in a second, wait outside!”
A second later, the door had closed, and we were alone again.
“Such a fucking mess for me.”
I rocked into his hand, already feeling worked up again, but he only groaned and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking away the taste.
“Fuck, can’t wait.” He seized me in his arms and suddenly my chest was on the bed, my ass up. His palm landed against my left cheek, and then he soothingly stroked it before adjusting us so that he was positioned right behind me.
“You need to be reminded of what I said.” He pulled my arms back and gripped my wrists as he thrust inside me in one harsh push.
“Oh god.” I moaned as he pulled out and then entered me again.
“I don’t know how much clearer I can make this, but you will be in my bed tonight, Daisy. Don’t make me come find you because no matter where you go, I’ll follow.”
He began fucking me slowly, pulling on my wrists. The burn in my arms, coupled with the feel of him sliding in and out of me was so good that all I could do was moan and beg for him to take me harder.
Our skin slapped together as he released my wrists and suddenly gripped my hips with force, groaning as he lifted me higher and angled us so his cock slid deeper inside me.
“Prez!” Giles called again from downstairs.
“Scream for me, Daisy. Tell him exactly who’s fucking you.” He jolted forward, pulling my hips back. “Tell him who you belong to.”
I broke, shattering completely with an orgasm so intense that stars edged in along my vision, all while my voice cracked screaming his name.
“That’s right.” He slowed his thrusts as he groaned, and I knew he was spilling inside me again. My limbs were made of honey and heat, completely loose and lifeless as I worked to catch my breath. He pulled out, cursing as his hands swept through the mess leaking from my slit.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”
I made some humming sound and stretched out on the bed. I knew I was making a mess of the covers as his release slid from me. He continued to swipe at it and then rub it against my ass, while muttering curses. Then his lips were on my back, his tongue sweeping up my spine.
“Don’t leave me again.”
His words were a tiny puzzle piece locked away in my chest.
This man had claimed me; patch or not, I belonged to him. I knew it in my marrow, the framework of my bones and my very being were now stained with him. There was no escaping him.
I watched him pull on his boxers and his jeans. His bare back was to me, and I wanted to trace the gorgeous animal that was inked there. The wolf with dazzling blue eyes, not green. Something in my chest seemed to kickstart at the way those blue eyes moved me while I continued to watch him dress. His boots came on next and then his hoodie. His cut came over his shoulders, the back saying his name, The Wolf, then under that, Killian Quinn—President. Stone Riders MC. Virginia.
