Page 17 of Traitor

His fingers tighten in my hair, tilting my face up toward his. "And I want you, baby."

My pulse skips, then slams hard.

The last thing I should be doing is falling for a biker.

The last thing I should be doing is giving him this much of me.

But as his lips brush against mine, slow and commanding, his fingers tugging just enough to make me gasp, I know I'm already his.

He deepens the kiss, a slow burn turning into something hotter, rawer, more consuming.

His hands slide down my back, gripping my waist, pulling me against him until I'm straddling his lap, my knees sinking into the blanket, my hands braced against his chest.

He feels like stone and fire beneath my fingertips, solid muscle and raw strength, a body made for fighting, for ruling, for taking.

But with me?

Right now?

He's just taking his time.

Testing. Tasting.

Like he wants to commit to memory every second of this.

I shift, pressing closer, and he groans, low and rough, his grip tightening on my hips.

His mouth moves along my jaw, down my throat, teeth scraping lightly, sending shivers through my entire body.

I don't know when my fingers slipped under his shirt, but I feel the heat of his skin beneath my hands, the tension in his stomach as I drag my nails over every hard plane.

"Fuck," he breathes against my lips.

I smile against his mouth. His grip tightens.

Then, without warning, he flips me onto my back, pinning me beneath him.

His weight presses me into the blanket, his hand exploring beneath my shirt, fingers brushing over my bare skin, my ribs, my stomach, lower.

He watches me, his breath heavy, his eyes dark with desire.

Then he kisses me like he plans to ruin me.

And I want his kind of ruin.

Later that evening, under the stars, I lay against his chest, my fingers tracing over his tattooed arms, my body still buzzing.

I feel safe.

I think I might have a future.

And it terrifies me.

The Iron Vultures MC is nothing like the Crimson Riders.

They're just as rough, just as violent, but there's something different here.

They trust Bones.

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