Page 62 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

Chapter 22

Audra

I turned the faucet off and then reached up to squeeze the excess water out of my hair. My leg hurt like hell, the sting of soap and water running through the raw burn left me gasping for breath, but at least it wasn’t bleeding anymore. It was ugly, the kind of thing that would scar and forever remind me of the incident, but it beat the alternative. Keg could have easily have done a lot more damage.

Hawk was my savior. I thought about Dane’s plan, knowing that if he’d succeeded in getting me on that plane it would have been the end of me. I would have simply disappeared. I didn’t know anything about his estate in Canada, but I knew that he had a preference for isolation when he was away from Vegas. The location would be secluded and far away from the general public. I’d always known that Dane was exceedingly rich, but I was only now learning that his wealth far surpassed anything I’d suspected.

I’d given myself to a monster. All those years…how could I have not known what he was really like? He’d been good at keeping that side of him hidden, careful to keep me away from his work. The trip to Last Hope had been a rare exception to taking me on any business trips, and that was only because he’d promised to take us on a pleasure trip directly from there. That’s where it had all gone to shit.

I stepped out of the shower. The bathroom door opened, and Hawk was there, his gaze raking over my dripping body in a physical caress that drew a willing response from my body. Everything about him was so fierce and volatile. The way his dark eyes moved over me made my senses switch on full alert, my nipples swelled into hard kernels and my pussy grew wet. I couldn’t believe how fast this man got to me on every level. I became afraid, yes, afraid, when he moved toward me with an expression of pure animal lust stamped on his sharply defined features. I just stood there, frozen, weak in the knees, and waited, breath catching at what he made me feel. The predator was hungry.

“You want me,” I uttered softly as he got closer.

His gaze dropped to the wound on my leg. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

He backed me up against the wall. “Yes!” he growled, almost in anger. “Fucking hell, woman, I fucking want you!” I cried out at the impact of his body against mine. “I’m tired of fighting it, tired of denying myself what I want.”

“Wh-What do y-you want?” I could barely get the words out.

Hawk glared down at me. “You. I want you,” He snarled, slowly lowering his head. “You. Are. Mine.”

His hand tangled roughly in my hair as he tilted my face up to his. In the next instant his mouth came crashing down on mine, setting off a mass of electric palpitations through my body, triggers of need consuming my senses until all I could do was respond to his attack on my mouth with one of my own. My heart beat erratically, butterflies flickered crazily in my belly, and fire ignited my blood. There wasn’t a place in me or on me that wasn’t a spine-tingling heap of sensation, all of it happening at once. All because he was kissing me.

Instant.

Intense.

Passionate.

I didn’t think I would survive it.

I’d known our first kiss would be like this. Emotionally and physically it revealed so damned much. The rough possession of Hawk’s mouth on mine filled me with surreal pleasure and the need to take action. Arousal was too weak a word for what I was feeling. A strong need to give, to feel, to become one, drove me to demand more. I willingly opened my mouth beneath the grinding pressure of his kiss, meeting his thrusting tongue with mine as we discovered and tasted each other for the first time.

We became animals, unable to quench the violent hunger overtaking our sanity, yet refusing to give up. We searched and moved on, finding relief in other ways. I wrapped my arms around Hawk’s neck and held on, a woman drowning in need. His hands dropped down my body in a thorough sweep, lingering as he caressed and shaped my breasts, before continuing down my sides to my hips. His fingers dug into me as he ground his swollen cock against my belly.

I moaned, God, I wanted him naked and inside me at that moment. He seemed bigger and harder than ever before, and I arched against him, finding little relief from the zipper covering his hard-on. Impatience ruled my emotions when I reached for the front of his jeans. Call my crazy, but I pulled away from his kiss and mumbled, “Hawk. I need you, now!” We were both out of breath.

“Easy, baby.” His hand covered mine. I thought he was going to stop me from opening his pants, but he flattened my palm against his cock and forced me up and down his erection. “We’ll get to it,” he promised, sucking my lower lip into his mouth.

Oh, fuck! I was going to melt into a puddle right there at his feet. Was it possible to self-combust? I twisted and squirmed against Hawk. “It’s not fair you have clothes on.” I didn’t care if it sounded like I was whining and desperate.

I was whining and desperate.

“You want me naked, baby?”

“Yes!” I hissed. “I want to feel you, all of you, against me.”

Hawk stepped back without a word and slipped off his cut. I ran my gaze over his tattooed muscles, salivating because right then they were all mine. He had the ripped body of a fighter, the scars trophies from the conflicts he’d fought and won. When his hands moved to his jeans my gaze followed hungrily, watching as he unzipped them, pushed them down his legs, and stepped out of them. His cock was standing straight up, a monster ready to conquer and consume me. He reached for me with a deep sound of need, telling me that he’d been pushed to his limits.

Circling my waist with a powerful arm, he jerked me against him. I caught my breath as his long, hard cock nestled right between my thighs against my drenched pussy. My nails curled into Hawk’s chest as I stared up at him, hungry for his mouth again. As if reading my mind, he swooped down and devoured mine in a show of deep passion and total possession. At that second I felt totally owned by him. I returned his kiss, nipping, chewing, and sucking on his lips while our tongues fucked.

There was nothing gentle and tender about it, but it was the most mind-blowing kiss I’d ever experienced, the kind that curled my toes while sending sharp spikes of lightning through my body. I savored the warm flavor of him and drank his essence down eagerly. Hawk, as he did with everything, held nothing back of himself. Our earlier kiss had set the beast free and I was his willing captive, letting him take as much of me as he wanted. I gave as good as I got, relishing in his groans and grunts of pleasure that vibrated through his hard body.

Hawk picked me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, ignoring the pain in my leg. I knew that if I let on that it hurt he’d stop immediately, and I didn’t want that to happen. Once again I found myself up against the wall. “I won’t make it to the fucking bed,” he rasped against my mouth. He reached down between our bodies and took his cock in his hand. Our eyes clung as he ran the bulbous head up and down the seam of my pussy, before parting the folds and finding my clit.

I cried out and threw my head back, breathless with anticipation. “Yes, Hawk! Fuck me!”

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