Page 52 of Blood of Vengeance

“Oh god.” She gripped the pillow beneath her, burying her forehead in it as she pushed back against me. Writhing in my hold like prey to my predator. Making it that much harder to resist. “Flinch, I’m going to?—”

She didn’t finish her sentence because that pussy clamped down on me in an orgasm that just about sucked my soul from my body, let alone hers. I fell upon her, bunny-humping her ass like a chump as I followed right behind her. As I came inside her sweet heat again, wanting so much to bite the delicate skin of her neck and just fucking claim her. As my wolf howled in my mind and tried so hard to push through so he could finish the bonding.

Not yet. Not yet.

When I had full control of my wolf side, I rolled off my mate and grabbed her arm, keeping us close. Slipping out of her on a squelch that had me feeling far prouder than I would ever admit. Yeah, I’d filled her up. “Fuck, Locklyn. You’ve spoiled me.”

She chuckled against me, body draped across mine. “How have I spoiled you?”

“That pussy.” I smacked her ass, grabbing one cheek and wiggling it. “That ass. They’re fucking perfect for me.”

Her laugh brought more sunshine to the world than the fucking orb in the sky ever could. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Nah, I’m just pussy-whipped.” I pulled her in tighter, kissing the top of her head. “It’s almost noon. I see two options for our day.”

“What’re those?”

“You can climb up here, let me stick my dick in you to keep my cock warm while we take a nap, or we get cleaned up and I’ll take you for lunch.” Because either option was a win in my book.

But Locklyn didn’t smile or laugh as I’d expected her to. Instead, she stared up at me with a serious expression as she asked, “No club business today?”

I froze, knowing tonight would be the burning for her dad. The ceremony to honor his death and return his body to the earth. It would be an emotional night for her. I didn’t want to ignore that fact but also knew mentioning it would change the entire mood for the day, so I went with the simplest response I could think of.

“Not until tonight.”

She sighed and looked away, clinging a little tighter to me before rolling toward the edge of the mattress. The flash of sadness in her eyes was the only clue I had that she knew what I was doing—that she remembered what tonight would bring. Apparently we were both avoiding the topic because all she said was, “I could eat.”

Not wanting to end our morning in bed on a sad note, I grabbed her thigh before she could get away, letting my fingers tease her pussy lips as I growled at her. “I’m always up for eating.”

“You’re obsessed,” she said with a laugh before slipping out of the bed and heading for the bathroom. Leaving me alone, in a bed that still held her warmth, covered in her smell.

“No shit.”

Forty minutes and one dry hump in the shower later, I opened the passenger door to the truck I’d just parked outside a steak house. I held out my hand for Locklyn to take, liking the way her body rubbed against mine as she found her footing.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft but her eyes sparkling. “Though I can open my own doors.”

“You can. Or I could be a man worthy of your attention and do it for you.”

She hummed, grabbing the hand I offered her and walking beside me across the lot. “What is this place?”

“Steak house. You like steak?”

“I do.”

“This place does them right, though he’s also got a pork chop that will make you cry.”

“He…as in the chef?”

“The owner. You’ll meet him for sure—he’s always here.”

I opened the door and let her walk into the dark and moody interior in front of me, following that ass into the darkness. The place had a total 70’s vibe—mood lighting, fake leather banquettes with high backs for privacy, and good ol’ Frank crooning softly through the speakers. It was a favorite with the brothers when they were trying to impress a chick. Me…well, I liked a good steak. And impressing Locklyn even a little bit might not be a bad idea.

“Flinch, my old friend.” Dean, the owner of the place, strode across the dining room from the bar, martini in hand and hair slicked back as always. “It’s so good to see you. Who’s the lucky lady?”

Locklyn practically cowered into my side, so I grabbed her hip and leaned forward a bit, keeping her tucked just enough behind me to make sure she knew I had her covered. No one would be getting near her if she didn’t want them there.

“This is Locklyn,” I said, eyeing him hard. Making sure Dean knew his place. “She’s in from Detroit and likes a good steak.”

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