Page 34 of Chaos Claimed

Percy’s curled his fingers around his bouncing shaft, stroking it quickly.

The sight drove Santiago over the edge, his orgasm shattering him. Percy arched his back, crying out as white ribbons of seed pulsed from his cock.

His mate’s climax milked Santiago’s cock in a vise grip, tearing his own release from his body.

Santiago sank his canines into Percy’s shoulder. Felt the moment their bond snapped into place.

He’d claimed Percy before his mate had said he was ready. Fuck. What had he done?

Chapter Ten

The thunderstorm that rolled through while they’d slept left the town shimmering, like it was trying to cast aside the seedy underbelly and start fresh. Puddles were scattered all over the streets, mirroring the gloomy sky and the thick gray clouds.

God, Percy really needed to get out of his head. It was spinning from Santiago biting him.

The engine revved a few times, the motorcycle slowing to turn into Sin & Steel’s parking lot.

Out front, dozens of bikes lined the curb like a showroom under the dreary sky. Percy had on a jacket, the air cooling once the storm had passed.

As soon as Santiago parked, Percy hopped off, rubbing his palms over the fabric of his jeans. Cars passed, splashing through puddles, clueless and uncaring of how badly Percy’s hands shook.

“Hey.”

Turning, Percy glanced at Santiago, massive and sexy and so damn protective. Had the guy really proclaimed his love? Jesus. “Yeah?”

Santiago joined him, then tucked his fingers under Percy’s chin, studying him. “We good?”

A bubble of hysterical laughter erupted from Percy’s throat. “A wolf just mated me, said he loved me, and now I’m standing in front of the place that completely wrecked me. I’m simply fabulous.”

Shit. Pull yourself together. Or hell, fall apart. Percy really didn’t give a rat’s ass right now. He was dealing with so many things, he could spin the wheel on a game show and wherever the needle landed, it would only be pointing to one of his many issues.

“We don’t have to be here, cariño. No one said you have to face this right now, if ever.”

“Nonsense.” He waved away Santiago’s hand. “This is your world, your people. You bit me, so now I’m a part of it. Besides, I need a drink.”

He spun on his heel, but only made it as far as the entrance.

If you don’t work past this, Tito wins.

Percy squared his shoulders and walked through the door.

Then took a step back, right into Santiago who had to have been right on his ass.

“We can go,” he said softly to Percy. “No harm, no foul.”

“No,” Percy snarled. He’d been telling the truth when he said he was tired of feeling broken. He was going to reclaim his life, even if he had to claw his way through his fears.

That didn’t mean Percy was all bravado now. Sure as hell wasn’t. But if he didn’t take back what was stolen from him, he would always feel lost.

“Can you put your hand on my back?” he whispered to Santiago. “Give me a little push?”

“I did plenty of pushing an hour ago,” he said in a low tone. “We can do a quicky by my bike if you want, sexy.”

“You’re a menace,” Percy hissed, only to realize Santiago had slowly moved them inside as they talked.

Percy looked around and saw just three guys, counting Matias, who was behind the bar, acting like he didn’t see them at the entrance.

That made no sense. There was a row of motorcycles out front. Did everyone suddenly have to use the bathroom at the same time?

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