Page 21 of Hawke

Those feet, gods, I remember those feet. They were battered and bruised, but she didn’t pay any mind to them. I knew I had to help her, for the greater good of the club, for a woman who was in need. But I needed her far more than she needed me.

She would have survived without the club, without me. Delilah had a light and cheerful spirit, always looking for the silver lining in any situation, yet I knew dark and turbulent thoughts were hidden deep inside her.

To this day, I didn’t know what the darkness was, but hell, I was going to find out.

I jutted my chin toward Sizzle. He nodded, going into the spare room he’d taken. He hated women and being around them, but he had a small soft spot for Journey if he was giving up his apartment to eventually live in the basement of his tattoo parlor.

I pushed the door into my room, slinging the gun on the bed. With a quick tug, I pulled the belt off and then proceeded to take my clothes off. I’d go to her apartment as soon as the sun rose over the horizon and talk to her.

I was not sure if there was a real soul connection between us, but I felt something, and I could not ignore it.

I couldn’t just be her friend.

My wolf snarled.

I missed her touch, her lips, and I’d always been hot and cold toward her.

Despite my efforts to push Delilah away, it only resulted in further hurting her. And she didn’t deserve that. I was making things worse for the both of us.

Delilah wasn’ther—that bitch that threw me away like I was worthless. Why should I punish Delilah when I knew she would never…

Shit, all this started with the barefooted woman trying to apply for a job at a damned bookshop.

I growled, laying back in bed. I felt my cock stirring, remembering her sweet face. Her face was round, her eyes a beautiful sea blue and a soul so deep I damn near drowned in it.

She didn’t think of me as an asshole, but a male that couldn’t get this head out of his ass. Delilah thought she could fix me, raining attention on me. Fuck, she was giving me fucking love I didn’t deserve. And then I cracked, stealing kisses, then feeling so damned guilty because I couldn’t have her. I pushed her away, only to come crawling back because my wolf needed her.

Hell, I needed her.

I didn’t want to hurt her, but I was hurting both of us by doing this shit.

Now I ached, and my cock throbbed. My cock and wolf seemed to know what to do. They wanted to claim her, and my wolf had become so overwhelmingly adamant about staying near her, it was painful.

I squeezed my shaft, my come already dripping down the head. All I could think of was Delilah kneeling before me, her bright blue eyes dilated with desire as she put her mouth on it.

I hissed, leaning my head back and imagining her hot, pouty lips engulfing me. How many times had I dreamed of this? To let her have her way with me like she had always wanted but had always been denied. Let her lick from the base of my dick, over my knot until she engulfed me whole.

I pushed my fist up and down the length of my erection, my cock angry, the head already straining purple. To be buried into her hot cunt, to shoot my seed inside her, to knot her, to claim her.

I grunted, cursing as I came all over my hand. It was so quick, I barely pumped twice before I came, but my wolf was howling for more. If I wasn’t careful, I’d go into a rut and then where would I be?

I needed her.

I felt like I could not go on without her; the need was so intense it was agonizing.

She’d slowly melted the calluses on my heart with the tenderness she gave me.

A few hours later, I banged on the door to Delilah’s shared apartment. I kept pounding my fists against the door that had been reinforced for extra security. However, there was no response from the other side. The outside of the apartment building looked worn, but it was a fortress to protect those the club had rescued.

I bashed on the door again, a small sliding door opened and a woman that lived with Delilah sneered. “What do you want? It’s early,” she snapped.

“Get Delilah,” I retorted.

The woman smirked.

“No, she doesn’t want to see you. Besides, you didn’t say please.”

I gritted my teeth. “Please, let me come in and talk to her.”

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