Page 54 of Daughters of Chaos

My voice comes out in a tortured whimper. “Yesss.”

Then, I feel his smile as he starts moving his hips. My walls clamp down on him as I hold on tight, clinging to his shoulders, using my legs to mold our hips as one. We move over and over again, relishing the feeling of bare skin on skin.

I get lost in euphoria as my orgasm starts to build again. Sweat is dripping down his back as he slams into me repeatedly, sending my mind whirling. His sounds mingle with mine as we grind harder, faster, deeper. I can’t get enough of him. Need him closer.

His thrusts become erratic. His breathing ragged as his climax threatens to snap. I'm close, so close, but I have one more request. “Come inside me,” I pant, looking into his eyes.

His pupils dilate as he lets the words sink in, still pounding hard into my core. “You sure?” he chokes out, trying to hold back his orgasm.

I nod, gasping as I tell him, “I’m sure.” I'm on birth control, and I want it. Want to feel him, every bit of him, as we reach that peak together.

His staggering breath and rapid fucks are his only answer as he drives us to ecstasy. My climax rages free, squeezing around him as a tsunami of elation hits me hard. Mason follows, bellowing out his satisfaction as he comes deep inside me, coating my walls with his seed.

After several minutes, we're both still trembling as he pulls out, crashing on the bed next to me. His arms wrap around me as he breathes against my neck, “That was incredible."

I smile, turning in his arms to nestle against his chest. “It was,” I whisper.

Sleep claims me quickly after that, but not before I feel Mason’s lips against my head and hear whispered words so soft I can only make out the last part.

“ . . . my Phoenix. All mine,” he says. Claiming words that make my heart soar.

I breathe him in as I let sleep take me away, thinking of my own declaration. The one I have yet to voice. Three words, eight letters, and one bombshell of a confession.

30

Raven

Viper never showed at the clubhouse, not that I was aware of anyway. The few drinks I had kept me from looking over my shoulder every five minutes to check for him, but it wasn’t enough to make me relax completely.

It was a better time than I expected, though. My time in the ring with Reaper helped with that. When we made it home, I collapsed into bed, hoping for a long dreamless sleep. Instead, I got to listen to Nix and Raptor for an hour and a half through our thin walls.

I don’t hate them for what they have, what I’ll likely never experience, but all I wanted was to come home and pass out. That’s probably why I’m so testy this morning. That or the hardtruth I can’t get out of my head. The one I thought I’d prove wrong with Jesse.

I’m not cut out for happily ever after or love and fairy tales. Last night only proved that. Jesse was the closest I’ve ever gotten to feeling something like what Nix and Raptor have. What my mom and Viper somehow found for a short time. When Jesse walked away with that girl, and nothing stirred inside me, I knew.

Feelings like that don’t exist for people like me—the heartless wretches of the world. No, we’re cut out for lives filled with other things. Anger, violence, adrenaline.

I guess I’m more like Reaper in that aspect.Jesus, who thought I’d ever think that shit?

But it’s true, I doubt he’ll ever ride off into the sunset with some chick whotamed the feral beast. The two of us . . . we’re likely to wind up alone and bitter till the very end. For some reason, that doesn’t scare me.

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

The bar is slow. Only a small crowd of regulars and a handful of the MC are here, giving me time to restock and catch up on cleaning. I haven’t talked to Jesse since the party. He didn’t come to the house that night, unsurprisingly, and has been avoiding me most of the shift, casting guilty glances my way.

I don’t want to talk about it. Don’t want him to bring it up and make things awkward, but I have a feeling he's going to make me talk about it. Make me say it out loud. And damn it, I'm right . . .

“Hey, Rae,” Jesse says timidly.

I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the bullshit conversation that's about to take place. “Hey, Jes.”

From the corner of my eye, I can see him shifting uncomfortably, looking down with his hands in his pockets. “Are you mad at me?” he asks.

Here we go.

I shake my head. “I’m not mad at you. I have no reason to be,” I tell him honestly, hoping that will put an end to whatever he's thinking about saying next.

It doesn’t.

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