Page 73 of Daughters of Chaos

When his large hand starts working up my leg, I think I might burst. I fall back onto the pillow, letting my eyes roll as he teases me. He slides his fingers up my inner thigh, stopping before he reaches the edge of my underwear. I'm about to demand he keep going when he presses his lips to my cheek, silencing me.

He's breathing heavily as he says, "You have to be quiet, Raven, or everyone will hear how you sound when you come."

Before I can respond, two of his thick digits plunder into my weeping hole. I cover my mouth to stifle my cries of pleasure as he thrusts in and out, curling his fingers every so often, making me bite back moans as he gives me what I need. Reaper fucks mewith his fingers, whispering dirty words in my ears until I come hard all over him.

It takes everything I have not to scream as he wrings me dry, making me come once more as I watch the open door. The thrill is real. The anticipation of getting caught in such a compromising situation makes my pussy purr. It's hot and risky, and I want so much more.

When I come down from the high of my second orgasm, I watch with delight as Reaper licks my juices from his fingers, humming at the taste. "So fucking good. I can't wait til we're alone long enough for you to ride my face."

His words send a lightning bolt of desire straight to my core. I immediately imagine Reaper lying flat on the bed, holding my thighs as I straddle his face, growling happily as I fuck his face, making a mess of his thick beard. I can't wait.

A knowing chuckle comes from his chest, something I've never heard. It's different, sexy even. "All in good time, Wildfire."

The new nickname catches me by surprise, pausing my sordid daydream. "Wildfire?"

Reaper shrugs. "Seems fitting."

"Say it again," I demand.

With a smirk, he obliges. "Wildfire."

I let the name sink into my bones. It sounds good coming off his tongue, especially when he's looking at me like an animal ready to devour its next meal.Wildfire.It makes sense considering what we've become. Something uncontrollable, hot, and wild that spreads like crazy until contained.

He's right, it does fit.

"I like it," I admit, letting a comfortable silence fall between us. I feel more settled now, more in control since the post-orgasmic bliss has relaxed its hold on me. Every breath feels deeper and cleansing. I have the intimidating man next to me to thank for that. As I study him, a possessive wave crashes over me,screaming one word in the back of my mind over and over again. A silent claiming. A stake of ownership.

Mine.

Our eyes meet, and I see the same claim weaving its way through Reaper's mind. I'm his; he's already decided, and my soul flares at the idea. Whether we meant to or not, we've become something powerful and passionate over time. All the friction and fighting between us before was a hapless attempt to put distance between us. A fruitless effort to keep our attraction at bay.

We should have known better than to fight it, but that's not in our nature. Neither of us stood down from a fight easily. Another thing we have in common.

He's mine.My mind screams again as Reaper connects our lips for another sensuous kiss.

A shout from downstairs interrupts our peaceful existence, reminding us of the reality we all still have to face. There's a war raging, and no one is immune from the fallout. There's so much to figure out and it can't be done from this room, no matter how badly we want to stay.

As if reading my mind, Reaper stands from the bed and heads for the door. "We need to check in with Viper. Raptor and your sister are already down there."

I nod, tossing the sheets off my legs. "Guess we should get going then, huh?"

He waits as I change, watching my every move. When I'm done, he follows as I lead the way downstairs.

We find everyone in the kitchen, discussing something as Nix and Lace dish out breakfast. Upon our arrival, Nix smiles at me. "Morning, Rae. How'd you sleep?"

"Great, I must have been exhausted because I slept like a rock."

Beside me, Jesse's eyes grow wide. He's one of three who knows the reason I'm so worn out. He looks at Reaper before schooling his features. I try to look indifferent, try to hide the elation I feel from this morning's activities. No one needs to know what's going on, not yet. There's too much else to focus on, too much left to figure out. It's a sobering thought.

When I look at Nix, a sinking feeling hits my stomach at the expression she wears. She's worried and scared. The shit with the Sons and the Bastards did that to her. It pisses me off, and suddenly the euphoria I felt minutes ago starts to fade into anger. Dom and his crew need to pay for what they did. And if the look on Viper's face is any indication, they'll pay in spades.

Daddy Dearest and I have a quiet understanding. We haven't spoken much since our last fight, but in the wake of Misty's death, we both know it's time to let bygones be bygones. Our fighting won't help anyone but the Bastards right now, and those fuckers aren't getting shit from me.

We all want to take them down, and Viper is making plans to do that. Nothing is set in stone as far as I know, but the MC is working hard to come up with something. Viper has most of his guys checking on the businesses and getting intel while he and Bear drum up support from old friends.

Meanwhile, Nix, Lace, and I are once again on lockdown at the clubhouse. It sucks, but this time I don't fight it. I am getting restless, though. I need to relieve my pent-up energy, and since I can't do so with Reaper yet, I come up with an alternative.

"We need more space. Move the couches back further," I tell Archie and Tweak as they clear space for a makeshift boxing ring in Viper's living room.

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