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“Yeah…” I drew out the word a little. “We… uh… you know. Didn’t use…”

“Protection?”

“Yeah. That.”

I didn’t expect him to laugh, but he did. He laughed and kissed the side of my neck. Even when I tried to push him off me in a fit of temper, he still kissed me, his cock staying right where it was, buried deep inside my pussy.

“It’s not funny, Angel!”

“Honey, I’m not laughing about that. I’m laughing because you just baited me into hard, rough sex all while yelling at me to fuck you, and you couldn’t even say the word condom.”

“Shut up.”

He continued to chuckle, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him. One thing led to another, and I found myself getting railed from behind. And no. He didn’t use a condom that time either, and I wasn’t at all torn up about it. I knew this was his way of solidifying his claim on me.

“If you’re wondering, no. I’ve never come inside a woman intentionally without a condom. I can’t speak to Gloria since I have no idea if we had sex or not, but I knew when I woke up with my dick in your mouth that morning I was never going to tolerate a barrier between us. You’re mine and I’m not letting you go. I will use everything I can to make unbreakable ties between us because you are everything to me, Sonya.”

“I’m yours, Angel,” she whispered. “All yours. Forever.”

“Say it again,” he demanded hoarsely.

“I’m yours. Only yours, Angel. Always.”

Chapter Twelve

Archangel

For the first time in my life, I was at total peace. Me and Sonya spent the night and the next day making love, talking, and getting to know each other. I’d slept with her held tightly in my arms and woke with her lips around my cock, sucking me for all she was worth. Not even going to try to deny I’d love to get used to waking up to that every fucking morning.

Now, she was on the back of my bike and we were headed to Salvation’s Bane. Not only did she need to get her stuff, but I had to have a come-to-Jesus meeting with Thorn. President of Salvation’s Bane. Sonya’s father. I was hoping to be able to ride my bike back to Black Reign after the beating Thorn was likely to give me, but I had Fury at the ready in case I needed some help.

We pulled through the gate. The prospects each threw up a hand in greeting and waved us on toward their clubhouse. The main building was a converted firehouse. There were rooms for guests and most of the club girls were housed there, as well as some offices. Thorn’s office was here.

I parked the bike and Sonya hopped off, bouncing with excitement as Caroline and Bella both met her at the door. The three embraced and I couldn’t help but smile. I strolled toward the girls and the entrance to the clubhouse. Sonya looked back at me with the happiest smile I’d ever seen from her. And, by God, the woman was so fucking beautiful it hurt.

“Angel!” Mariana, Sonya’s mother and Thorn’s wife, called out to me from across the room. She had a lovely smile on her face as she greeted me happily and I could see the resemblance between her and Sonya. “Come in! Thorn’s in his office. He said you’d be coming to talk to him.” She gestured for me to come with her. The smile seemed genuine, which was confusing as shit. Also, I hadn’t talked to Thorn yet or even reached out to him. Not because I didn’t want to tell him but because I wasn’t sure how I was going to word this. So, how did he know I was coming?

Mariana opened the door to Thorn’s office and ushered me inside. “Would you guys like something to drink?” She asked the question like she didn’t have a care in the world. I never expected Thorn wouldn’t have heard about me and Sonya by now. After the incident at the front gate of Black Reign, all of Reign knew. Someone would have passed it to Thorn. Probably El Diablo himself.

“Get me a beer, if you don’t mind, sweetheart.” Thorn smiled up at his wife. “Angel, we got anything you want.”

“Would it be too much trouble to ask for ice water?” I asked as I gave Mariana a polite smile.

“Of course not. You sure you don’t want a beer?” Her smile was polite and I didn’t sense a trap, so I tried not to automatically assume she was making a sly reference to the incident with Gloria and how we’d come to be married.

“No thank you, ma’am. I quit drinking a long time ago.” I kept my smile serene and in place. I didn’t know how much information she had, and just because Thorn knew didn’t mean Mariana did.

“I admire anyone who’s able to break from unhealthy habits. It shows strength of character.”

I dipped my head to her. “Thank you.”

“I’ll be right back. Anything else, Thorn?”

“No, honey.”

I thought the wait for Mariana to return would be awkward, but Thorn chatted cheerfully about Ripper’s triplets and how fast they were growing up. Ripper and his wife, Emmanuelle, had their hands full with the three girls and it amused Thorn to no end.

Mariana returned with the drinks, then left and closed the door behind her. I took a pull of my water before carefully sitting it on the edge of Thorn’s desk.

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