Page 112 of Daughters of Chaos

Licking my lips, I pull him closer, needing him inside me. With a sexy smirk, he lowers himself to me, pausing at my entrance, teasing me with slow strokes up and down my slit. "Please," I beg, not caring how needy or desperate I sound. "Mason, I need you."

That spurs him into action. With a feral growl, he grips one side of my hips, lining us up with his free hand before plunging hard and deep inside me. As he bottoms out, I gasp at the feeling, at the fullness where we're merged. Nothing has ever felt so good. No one has ever filled me so full.

Trembling, Mason slowly starts to move. In, out. In, out. The pace is agonizing and magical all at once. He feels so good stroking my walls as he brings us closer and closer to climax. "Fuck, you feel so good, Phoenix. So fucking perfect."

I whimper my reply as his hand circles my clit, driving me wild while his thrusts become harder and faster. The sound of our bodies connecting over and over again echoes inside the walls of the room, mixing with our moans. I can't find it in myself to be embarrassed about how loud we're being. Not when this feels. So. Damn. Good.

My orgasm crashes over me, and Mason's hips plunder my core faster and faster. "Oh, fuck," I moan as my stomach coils. Another orgasm priming for release as he keeps fucking me ruthlessly.

"Fuck, baby. Uhhh. Uhhh. Nix!"

His breath is hot against my neck as he fucks me through orgasm number two. He finds his own release as his hand slows on my sensitive clit. Hot spurts of liquid fill me from the insideas my walls flutter. Mason's hips thrust a few more times as he draws out every ounce of pleasure he can.

When he stills, our breaths are ragged, and a thin coat of sweat glistens between us. His eyes find mine, and a look of pure joy and adoration paints his face. "I love you so much, Phoenix. So fucking much."

His lips meet mine in a crushing kiss before he murmurs sweet nothings over my skin. "I love you too, Mason. More than anything."

Mason turns us so I'm resting on his chest. His arms circle me as his cheek rests on my head. Soft kisses dapple my hair as he whispers, "You are my everything, Nix. My whole world. My reason to breathe."

Happy tears prick my eyes at his words. Everything I feel for him, he just confessed to me. My heart swells, and my body relaxes as I fall back to sleep in the arms of the man who holds my heart and my future.

67

Raven

Once Nix moved in with Raptor, I dove headfirst into things with Reaper. I moved in with him, and we now share the bed where this whole thing started. It seemed like the thing to do, and I don't regret it in the least. All-day sex marathon? Yes, please.

No roomies to worry about. No risk of getting a surprise visit from a mysterious landlord—a landlord who was totally cool about Nix and me moving out even though we weren't at the end of our lease. One who finally revealed himself when we announced we were moving out. Elias West.

Big shocker there.

But get this, he'd been saving every dime we paid in rent and split it between Nix and me after we moved out. Said he felt it was the least he could do since he'd missed so many years of our lives. We tried to give the money back, but he wouldn't budge. Told us he'd find some other way to give it to us anyway.

Today, the house Nix and I lived in serves as an extension of the clubhouse. A place for the Sons' allies to crash when they come to town. One the Devils have used frequently, as of late, meeting with the Sons and making plans for the future of both clubs. Everyone's settling into the new normal.

The bar was rebuilt, and the clubhouse was fixed up. But those weren't the only things that needed repairing after the epic battle with Scar's crew. The biggest was Kat. She started coming around more, working through what happened in any way she could.

I've taken her under my wing, helped her sort through her shit, and started teaching her to defend herself. It seems to help her. It helps me, too, if I'm being honest. She had it way worse than I did, but over time I've seen her spark come back. The light that seemed dim in her eyes has started to return. Helping her get there has been therapeutic for me. We'll spar and talk, leave everything out on the mats, and by the time we're done, the air doesn't feel so heavy.

We were lucky in the battle with the Bastards. We didn't lose anyone, and only one of our allies was critically injured. The road captain for the Devils took a bullet that missed one of his major arteries by only centimeters. Lucky for him, Doc was able to patch him up well enough to get to a hospital. Besides that, the worst of the injuries were a few through and throughs to a couple of guys' arms. And there were several flesh wounds. Everyone has since recovered and left that in the past.

We're healing. All of us. Getting back to some semblance of routine, just the way we should.

Even the sweetbutts have started coming around again, which is fine for the most part. Most of them respect boundaries, but the skanky brunette who always had her eyes on Reaper needed a lesson on the subject. She crossed me once, getting touchy with Reaper, and learned pretty fast who he belonged to.

The first time she put her hands on him when the boys had a party, he shrugged her off. When she didn't get the message, I drove the point home with a hand around her neck and a crystal clear threat—touch my man, and I'll fuck you up. She saw the light, and after that, none of the girls looked twice in his direction.

And the sex we had that night . . . Let's just say that my staking my claim made his innermost caveman emerge. My mind was fucking blown. As it is every night with him. Tonight included.

Deep inside me, the coil tightens, growing heavier with every snap of Reaper's hips. Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy is all I feel when he's inside me. So full and warm and—

Oh, fuck.

My mouth pops open as he brushes the spot that always drives me wild. I can't help the needy moans that escape me as he thrusts into me over and over and over. "Mmmm, yes," I cry. "Don't you dare fucking stop."

With a wicked half-smile, my lover buries himself deeper, taking me the way he knows I want to be fucked. Reaper's grunts come faster as he fucks me like a wild beast. He gives no mercy as his huge dick pounds my pussy into oblivion. I can't get enough.

I know I'm leaving scratches down his back that will leave their mark for hours if not days, but that only seems to spur him on. My man likes it rough, just like me. Call me a sadist or whatever; I don't care. I proudly wear his marks on my skin after we've gone a few rounds. Bruises from his fingers digging intomy waist, his bright red handprint on my ass, imprints from his teeth between my thighs—I'll take it all.

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