Page 37 of Hatter

“Jo,” he whispered against my lips, the single syllable holding more weight than any declaration ever could. “When it’s just us like this, call me by my name. Call me Sebastian.”

“Sebastian,” I replied, letting his real name slide off my tongue for the first time. It felt right.

“Fuck, Jo,” he groaned, and suddenly our kiss deepened, tongues tangling together as we fought to claim one another. We were a whirlwind of need and desire, each touch a promise -- to protect, to cherish, to fight for what we had.

I tore my mouth from his and gasped for air, trying to catch my breath while our bodies still clung together. “Sebastian, I… I need you. I want more.”

He reached over to lock the door, then shrugged off his cut. “Then you’ll have me.”

I watched as he removed his clothes, letting each piece fall to the floor. Swallowing hard, I started to undress, my hands shaking. I reached out to explore the hardness of his chest, letting my fingers trail down over his abs.

Leaning in, I flicked my tongue over his nipple, delighting in the way he trembled. “Do you like that?”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned and gripped my hair, guiding me. I licked and kissed my way down his body, until his hard cock was bobbing in front of my face. Licking my lips, I took him into my mouth.

He grabbed both sides of my head gently but firmly, pulling me closer as he thrust deeper into my throat each time I bobbed up and down on him. His hips began to buck wildly against me, matching each movement I made with uncontrolled force.

I could feel myself spinning out of control too. My mind filled with nothing but primal need and I wanted more -- more of the incredible feeling coursing through me from head to toe. And when he finally let out a hoarse cry that seemed to echo off every surface in the room, he came undone in my mouth… it was almost enough for me to climax from sheer pleasure alone. I’d never held such power over a man before.

He slowly pulled free of my mouth, panting and his gaze hot and hungry. Hatter helped me to my feet, then backed me against the wall. I didn’t know what he planned to do next, but I wanted it, all of it. I couldn’t think of anything I desired more than to continue our intense encounter.

His lips closed over my nipple, sucking on it long and hard. I moaned and held him closer, never wanting to let go. “Fuck, Hatter. I need you.”

I felt him smile against my skin. “You belong to me. Never forget it.”

He gently bit down on my nipple, and I cried out, nearly coming. I’d never realized how sensitive I was there, not until now. I felt his hand between my thighs, and he traced a teasing circle around my clit. I bucked my hips against him, silently begging for more. He shoved a finger inside me, pumping it in and out as he continued to suck my nipples, alternating between one them.

I could feel the heat emanating from him. It only served to fuel my arousal as he pushed me further toward the edge.

With one last thrust of his finger deep inside me, I felt myself starting to come. My knees turned to jelly, but he held me up against the wall, his muscular arms supporting me as I cried out in ecstasy. My body quivered with pleasure as he watched me lose control.

He hadn’t been inside me, and still, it was the most passionate encounter I’d ever had.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come apart like that,” he murmured against my skin.

He then pulled back to look me in the eyes, his own dark with desire. Before I could even process what was happening, he lifted my leg over his hip and thrust into me, filling me completely. I let out a gasp, feeling every inch of him stretching me.

He started taking me hard and fast, with a brute force that should have terrified me, but it only left me excited for more. He wasn’t just fucking me. This was a claiming. Every time he hit the sensitive spots inside me, a jolt of electricity shot through my body, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

I couldn’t help but scream his name, my voice echoing off the walls. He growled in response, his pleasure evident in the way he ground against me. Our bodies slid against each other, sweat dripping down our skin as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.

Finally, as if he couldn’t hold back another minute, he came inside me, pumping his cum into me. I sagged against him, and Hatter pressed a kiss to my sweaty brow. When I caught my breath, all I could manage was a soft, “Wow.”

“I’ll second that,” he said.

As he pulled out of me, I whimpered at the emptiness, but he distracted me with a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. The taste of him was addictive, intoxicating me more than any liquor could.

I didn’t regret what we’d done, and I had a feeling there was more to come. Hatter was unlike any man I’d ever known, and now I was completely his. I’d never felt like this before… It was as if he branded me when he came inside me. I wanted his scent all over me, wanted to shout to the world I belonged to him.

As he laid me down on the floor, I knew that I’d give him whatever he wanted. My body, my heart, my very soul… all of it was his.

Chapter Thirteen

Hatter

The dim light of the garage flickered as I held the small silver charms in my calloused hands. Each one a symbol, a piece of the Underland MC -- my family. “Damn, these are perfect,” I muttered to myself, running my thumb over the intricate details.

A skull with a hat, for me -- Hatter -- the leader. Fitting, given my history and the scars I wore. The others were there too, each charm representing a brother: A cat for Cheshire, stopwatch for Rabbit, a playing card for Knave… Each of my brothers had a symbol on the bracelet.

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