Page 10 of Archangel

I also understood a little more about Thorn. He was worried about his daughter and needed to know how she was making her money without asking her and possibly insulting her by insinuating she was doing something illegal or, worse, stripping or sex shows or something else he didn’t want to know his little girl was doing. No one else cared if she was making her money with some skin, but daddies were a different breed. So yeah. I got it. I’d still be calling him out on his deception later, but right now I had bigger fucking problems.

First, Sonya was more than what she presented to everyone. There was an intriguing depth to the wild child I doubt anyone other than Sonya’s mother, Mariana, or possibly Caroline and Bella, had realized existed. Thorn might have a clue, but he’d never admit it. Because, despite his instructions to me on making Sonya sit down and come up with a plan for her future, Thorn never wanted his little girl to grow up and not be dependent on him. He only sent me to find out about her funds. He’d used this latest escapade to throw me to the wolves.

Second -- and this was really the more disturbing part -- somehow in the middle of the conversation between me and Sonya just now, I’d fallen in love with her. Fucking hard, too. I wasn’t being dramatic either. The longer she’d talked, the more my fucking heart had opened up, needing to drink in all her brightness and energy.

I’d dedicated my life to helping El Diablo and all the members of Black Reign MC to keep from falling into complete darkness. We’d all done some pretty bad things in our past. Most of us would do them again if necessary. I had taken it as my calling to help us all keep the pieces of our souls together as much as possible. Up until now, I’d thought I’d done a decent job with my own soul. Until I let Sonya fill me with her presence. That was when I realized how many holes I had inside me. Because Sonya’s light spilled out from me, from those missing parts of humanity inside me, and I began to heal.

I shut the door and leaned against the cool wood, then thumped my head against it and groaned. I’d broken out in a sweat and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest, almost like a panic attack. Which was probably an accurate description of what was currently happening to me.

The one sink in the place was only a few steps away along the counter running the short length of the back wall. I managed to make it without my knees giving way, though it was a struggle. I braced one hand on the counter while I turned on the water with the other. The cool water felt good on my skin, so I splashed my face. Water sluiced from my beard and I shook my head, sending droplets flying.

“Christ,” I muttered. “What the fuck am I doing?” I had to get a grip. What Sonya had said to bring me screaming back to reality was that she had plenty of time to be an adult, reminding me of her age. She was twenty-one.Twenty-one! I was forty-eight! Besides the fact she was the daughter of an MC president and far outranked me, she was young enough to be my daughter. A wide age gap like ours worked for some of my brothers, but even they might blink at close to a thirty-year difference.

I needed to go apologize to Sonya for running off, but there was no way I could be near her right now. Not and keep my dick in my pants.

Just as well. If Sonya knew the effect she had on me, there’d be a war. First between her and me for dominance. Next between Black Reign and Salvation’s Bane because her daddy would demand his pound of flesh for me defiling his daughter, and El Diablo would have my back to the death. I’d kept the peace for years inside the club. I could keep the peace outside as well.

The fading light seemed like a blessing. No electricity other than to keep running water meant no lights. I could meditate and calm my mind and my heart. I could get through this with my self-respect intact. Thorn would have no reason to come after me.

I pulled open the curtain so the sunlight filtering through the trees would hit the bed in the morning. A good night’s sleep would help me regain perspective and maybe help me to calm down. I thought I’d fallen in love, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was the meaningful, fun conversation with a beautiful woman. I could have felt this way about any woman. But, given the fact my whole purpose in the club was to talk to people and look to the deeper meaning of what they’re telling me, I doubted my feelings stemmed from anyone other than Sonya.

I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on my duffel before kicking off my shoes and shorts and sitting on the bed. Normally I slept naked, but it didn’t feel right for some reason. I was the only person Sonya could come to for help or if she needed something. So there was a reasonable expectation she might come in on me at some point. It seemed safer not to have my dick out.

The night was warm and slightly sticky. Both windows were open to allow the breeze to move freely through the cabin. It was a calming sensation over my skin, so I didn’t use the light sleeping bag I’d packed. Instead, I lay on top of the material and let the wind kiss my skin until I drifted off…

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Archangel

Sweet God in heaven! I woke up to the most intense sexual need I’d ever experienced in my whole fucking life! I was about to come and I wasn’t even truly awake yet. Hell, I wasn’t even really sure where I fucking was.

Whoever was sucking my cock had me losing my fucking mind! I groaned and threaded my hands through the silkiest hair imaginable in a tight grip. I wanted to wrap the strands around my cock and jack off with them, but that would mean pulling out of the mouth currently swallowing me down.

It was full dark, the moon but a tiny sliver in the sky. No light gave me a clue as to my surroundings or the people in them. It would be like one of the club whores to sneak into my room and get me to fuck her, but I didn’t think that was the case currently. Every time I thought I could put together what was going on, I’d hear a greedy slurp, followed by a contented sigh of pleasure. Any hope I had of holding a coherent thought vanished.

“Christ!” I thrust my hips up so my cock slid farther into that hot, wet mouth. I tightened my grip in her hair so I guided her movements. “So fuckin’ good.”

A feminine moan hummed around my cock, pushing me that much closer to the edge. Her soft palm gripped the base of my cock and worked the length she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Which wouldn’t do. I batted her hands away and pulled her down farther by her hair. She gagged, but put her hands on my thighs and held on.

“So fuckin’ good!” I growled as I fucked up into her mouth.

“Mmm…” She hummed around me when I let her up. She backed off to a more comfortable depth, but a few seconds later, she gagged herself on my dick again. This time with feeling. She swallowed as she gagged, massaging the head of my cock with every movement of her throat. Saliva and thicker mucus brought on by her exertions eased her way and she continued to take me deep over and over until she had to come up for breath.

I counted backward from ten, trying to keep my control, but it was a losing battle. When I reached four, I erupted into her mouth with a loud groan. She didn’t pull back, didn’t protest when I shot my jizz down her throat. Instead, she swallowed with a contented hum and licked my tip before she pulled away completely.

“Come here,” I growled, pulling her up my body with her hair. She let out a small cry before she giggled. There was something I needed to process. I needed to slow down. But then her lips were fused to mine and I forgot my own fucking name.

I tasted myself on her tongue every time I thrust mine into her mouth. She whimpered but rubbed herself all over my body. Like she was trying to rub her scent on me. While she did, she kissed me like she wanted to devour me. Like she owned me.

No! No one owned me. But the more this woman kissed me, the more her lithe curves tormented me, the more I questioned my inner declaration.

With a snarl, I flipped us so that I pinned her to the bed with my heavier frame, never breaking our kiss. I pressed against her pussy where my body was situated between her legs. I still had on my boxers, but I thrust against her like I was fucking her.

The second the thought of sticking my dick in her pussy entered my head I knew it was prophetic. I was going to fuck her. It wasn’t going to be gentle either.

“Get my fuckin’ shorts down,” I growled, fully expecting her to obey me. She did. Her cool fingers were at my hips, tunneling under the waist of my boxers. Her nails dug into my ass as she pulled me to her.

“Angel…” Her voice was a needy whisper dancing through my head.

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