Page 45 of Savage Loyalty

Her gasps and moans only heighten my own pleasure. As she nears climax, I thrust deeper inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around me.

"Please," she whimpers, and I can't even be sure what she's begging for.

I grip her hair harder, pulling her head back with each powerful thrust. The table creaks beneath us, our bodies slick with sweat as we chase our release. She's so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Come for me," I command. "Now."

Her body trembles, and I can feel her inner walls gripping my thick shaft tightly as she climaxes. My own release is close behind as I thrust deeper into her perfect spot.

"That's it, baby," I purr. "Let go for me."

She screamed as the dam broke, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she climaxed, her back arching and her pussy clenching around me.

"God, you're so fucking tight," I grunted. "You're mine and I'm gonna make sure you never forget it."

I thrust harder, chasing my own release. She was still trembling from her orgasm, her body oversensitive to every touch. Her moans and whimpers only made me want her more.

I gripped her hips tightly, leaving marks with my fingers as I thrust deeper and faster. My grunts became louder, my need growing more urgent with each passing second.

And then, with one final roar, I pulled out and came all over her ass, marking her as mine. She was mine now, completely and utterly mine.

I watched as she spun around, anger flashing in her eyes and her chest heaving with fury. Her words spewed out like venom, directed at me. "You bastard!" she spat, her hands reaching back to feel the remnants of my release on her skin. She looked disgusted, and I couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

As she fumbled to fix her clothes, I tucked myself back into my pants, savoring the feeling of her still lingering on my skin. The sound of my zipper seemed unnaturally loud in the sudden silence of the room. I leisurely buckled my belt, taking my time to appreciate her disheveled form.

"What's wrong, kitten?" I drawled, my voice husky from our recent exertions. "I thought you would enjoy a little keepsake."

She snarled at me, trying frantically to straighten herself out. I could see the mix of arousal and rage coursing through her body. The shorts that were once tight against her skin now clung uncomfortably to her sweat-dampened body.

“You don’t believe me,” her low and sharp voice finally broke the silence, like a blade sliding into a sheath.

I tightened my jaw, yanking my shirt over my head. “Does it matter if I do?”

She turned then, her hazel eyes locking onto mine, full of fire and something else she didn’t want to name. “It should. I told you the truth, Ryder. Axel doesn’t tell me shit, and I don’t have anything to do with the Serpents.”

I stepped closer, my boots heavy against the floor, and leaned down until our faces were inches apart. “If you’re lying to me, Delilah, I’ll find out. And if I do, nothing—and I mean nothing—will save you.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t flinch. I’ll give her that. She had fire, more than most, and it burned bright even when she should’ve been terrified.

“You don’t scare me,” she said, her voice steady, but I caught the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

“You should be scared,” I replied, my voice low, dangerous. “Because I don’t play games. Not with you, not with Axel, and sure as hell not with the Serpents.”

I straightened, pulling my jacket off the back of the chair and slipping it on. The weight of her gaze followed me to the door, but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I did, I wasn’t sure I’d leave.

The door creaked softly as I opened it, the cool night air hitting me like a slap. Before stepping out, I paused, my hand on the frame, my voice dropping just enough for her to hear.

“You’re mine, kitten,” I said, each word slow, deliberate. “Until I decide otherwise. Don’t forget that.”

Then I walked out, letting the door close behind me, leaving the heat of her body and the chaos she brought in my wake. But as I climbed onto my bike and started the engine, her face stayed with me, her fire burning in the back of my mind like a challenge I couldn’t shake.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

DELILAH

The ride to the Black Vipers’ clubhouse was longer than I remembered. The stretch of road twisted through the outskirts of town, every curve lined with memories I’d rather forget. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, the leather cool against my palms. The faint scent of motor oil lingered in the car—a ghost of my father who refused to leave.

The clubhouse loomed ahead, a hulking structure surrounded by rows of bikes gleaming under the harsh glare of floodlights. It looked just as intimidating as it had when I was younger, though s familiarity dulled some of the edges. Black Vipers milled about outside, their laughter and cigarette smoke curling into the cool evening air. Their presence was a wall of leather and tattoos, their cuts bearing the insignia I’d grown up seeing but had never truly felt a part of.

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