Page 73 of The Savage Outlaw

Priest growled and eased his tongue from her body and up to her clit. Eden cried out and slammed her hips forward and downwith so much force she heard apopsound, which was Priest’s nose.

“Fuck,” she groaned and jumped up and away from Priest’s face.

She jumped off him and looked down at his face as he curled his lip.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Priest growled.

“I thought I broke your nose!”

“Not even close, doll,” he said. He sat up and reached for Eden’s throat, taking a firm hold. “Don’t ever fucking try to get away from me like that. Ever again.”

Eden’s teeth chattered. Warm chills raced through her body.

“Guess I’ll have to keep you in place until I’m done with you,” Priest said.

Before Eden could make a noise, Priest moved from the bed, opened a dresser drawer and took out some of his long, leather belts.

“Face down on the bed,” he ordered Eden.

She turned and listened, shaking with anticipation and need. Priest loved when Eden did as told. So loyal and trusting at the same time. He unrolled one of the belts and purposely placed it on the bed and moved it forward, allowing the leather to touch between Eden’s legs. Allowing it to rub against her lower back and up. He then grabbed her left wrist with force and tied it to the bed.

With the second belt, he made a small loop and smacked it against Eden’s ass as he walked around to the other side of the bed.

Eden sucked in a breath and bit at a pillow. She had never once before in her life been smacked with a belt. And while the stinging wasn’t all that much, she knew Priest had barely used any force behind it. He tied up her right wrist the same as her left.

The belts were tight against her wrists, but not what could have been. She felt pins and needles in her fingers and her elbows. She knew that would get worse and her hands would probably go numb. She also knew depending on how long this lasted, there would be marks on her wrists.

Priest moved onto the bed like a snake about to strike. He grabbed Eden’s legs and propped her up onto her knees. His huge hands massaged her ass cheeks, digging, spreading, growling when he saw both of her delicious looking holes. Both puckering with need.

His cock raged with such forceful pulsing, it actually ached. In his mind he kept playing the scene over and over from when Eden attacked Angelica with the broken beer bottle. The sexy nurse with the wild body had a violent side to her. Pushed to the edge, Eden knew how to attack. How to fight back. That was sexy as fuck for Priest.

He grabbed his cock with his right hand and stroked himself really hard and slow, squeezing the head of his cock until some clear pre-cum appeared. He rubbed that against Eden’s dripping cunt. Her hips were already jumping, getting greedy.

Priest grabbed those perfectly curved hips and held the woman he loved nice and steady. Then he thrust forward, breaking through her tender barrier. This time he didn’t think about going slow. Orgoing easy. Right now with Eden there was only one speed. Fast. Hard. Forward.

His heart raced with love and his cock throbbed with need. Eden had learned how to take Priest, breathing through the initial shock of pain which was always quickly overcome with pleasure that every woman deserved to experience at least once in their lifetime. For Eden, she wanted that experience forever.

And with the way her cunt gripped Priest’s cock, he had no problem giving it to her forever.

Eden sat with Mara, Nova, and Nelle. The three were like royalty, and in some ways Eden was too, making it the four of them being treated differently. Eden was well aware of herissuein that she did not possess the ink from Priest. That would have granted her full protection from the club. Even with Cyrus’s orders to keep Eden safe, without that ink, it wasn’t totally complete.

And totally forever.

The aura in the air was dark. A very violent and somber vibe going around. The normal intensity of madness had been replaced by something much darker. Behind the four women, in the most important room in the entire clubhouse, prayer continued.

Cyrus sat with his jaw tight and defined, looking around at the table. Again, the empty seats bothered him to no end and back. They just hadn’t had a moment to breathe and start taking votes to fill the empty seats. That didn’t matter right now.

Right now, it was about…

“Dr. Smile,” Cyrus announced. The entire room filled with tension. “We know what’s right and what’s wrong. We know where this goes. Other charters will be informed in respect to what we have going on here. We’re here to confirm or discuss options.”

“There is no other option,” Priest said. “Is anyone against this?”

Priest now looked around the table. Custer stood up. His chair scratched against the floor. The old man hobbled to the back of the room. He returned with his jar of moonshine and a leather sheath.

The sight of the leather sheath sent chills up and down the spine of every member at the table. For guys like Monte, Deed and Darrow, they had never seen it before. Linc had heard stories about it and spotted it once or twice, when he and Javen—as rebellious teens, wanting the outlaw life, raising hell—snooped when they weren’t supposed to.

“If you piss yourself again, Custer…” Cyrus warned.

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