Page 110 of Wolf.e

I kiss the top of her head then let her go. “Promise I’ll give you lots of time.”

“Lots of time for what?” Brinley asks, approaching us,

“To torment me with those fucking jeans,” I say, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her.

Shelly scampers off muttering something about us getting a room.

“What’s this?” Brinley asks when I back up, looking down to the fresh leather in my hand.

I hold it out, Brinley raises an eyebrow and motions to take it, but I don’t let it go just yet.

“It’s an announcement to everyone who looks your way that you’re mine, and if you put it on right now, you don’t take it off,” I tell her quietly so no one else can hear me. “And you wear it while I make every part of you mine.”

Brinley doesn’t even hesitate, she bites her bottom lip in a grin and reaches out to take it, then holds it up. I watch her, taking in the detail of the embroidery and the patches on the front.

Her eyes flick to mine in question as her finger runs over the Soldier patch.

“You took lives for the good of the club. You earned it,” I tell her. “And if I do my job right, you won’t have to do that ever again.”

She nods. I can see the question in her eyes before she asks, “You wear it as pride for who you’ve killed?”

I shake my head no. “We don’t wear that patch to boast, we wear it to remind ourselves that we’re bonded, that there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for each other. Nothing comes before this brotherhood. This family.” I watch as she takes what I say at face value and doesn’t question it, slinking one arm in and then the other. Her eyes stay on mine the whole time. It’s a perfect fit, and when she fluffs her hair and turns to look at me over one shoulder, I know this woman was meant for me.

“How do I look?” she asks, knowing full well I’m about to bend her over the table she’s standing in front of. Brinley Rose Beaumont looks like a future I didn’t know I was missing, and as my body begs to touch her, I feel the warmth only she can bring spread through me, filling me with the truth.

I grab Brinley by her hips and pull her to me, wanting her to understand as I whisper in her ear, “Like everything I never knew I wanted. Like you’re mine.”

“Just relax,” I tell Brinley ten minutes later as I spread her ass cheeks wide, willing my cock to stand down. I have to leave, I’m already almost late but my cock doesn’t understand that at the moment with her bent over in front of me wearing her cut.

I run my hand along the small of her back and I’ve never been so fucking desperate to take her.

“Never thought this was how I’d deal with a traumatic day. But what can I say, you keep things interesting,” she says over her shoulder.

I reach between her legs and play with her clit a little, sweeping my middle finger over it in slow circles as I use my other hand to pull out the medium-sized plug I put in her ass before we came to the clubhouse. She lets out a breathy moan as I do. I grab the largest sized plug next, coating it in lube and adding a little more over her ass for good measure.

“That one looks huge,” she observes with her eyes wide.

“Maybe,” I say, focused on how fucking good she looks like this, bent over my bathroom sink in my suite at the club.

“Wait until it’s my cock.” I smirk as I push the largest plug in a little, waiting for her body to adjust. I pull it out and recoat it in lube from her ass then push it back in,

“Breathe,” I remind her. She does as I finish slipping it in. The little pink jeweled heart is the only thing that hasn’t disappeared inside her and fuck, that’s a sight.

“It’s going to hurt,” Brinley says, turning toward me and taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

I adjust my solid cock as my phone dings in my pocket.

“Fuck, unless you want me to take your ass right here and now, you better stop looking at me like that,” I tell her.

She smirks. Little brat.

“Looking at you like what?” she asks, running a finger under the cleavage of her tank. “I’m sorry but the pressure, it feels kind of, um, good.”

My phone dings again and my cock throbs even more. Three more hours. Three more hours until I own every hole this woman possesses.

I stand on the rooftop of the Savannah Meadows hospital an hour later with Kai and Ax as Aiden Foxx and two of his men arrive.

“Fucker has a nice bike… I’ll give him that.” Kai leans in as they approach.

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