Page 5 of Taming Raptor

Finally, sanity prevailed as my conscience screamed at me to stop. With a regretful groan, I ripped my mouth away. Her chest rapidly rose and fell as her dazed and heavy-lidded gaze remained locked on mine.

Disgusted at my lack of control, I released her like she was on fire. Then to cover my slip, I snarled, “Go back to your boy, Nico.”

Then I stormed away from the temptress in the shadows.

Though an irrational flare of anger burned through me at the thought of the pretty little thing fucking Nico, I knew I had to mark her as off-limits.

Because Venom was right—I’d break her in two.

Of course, it didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her more than was healthy.

“Enough”—Ashes To New

Ten years later….

The sky had opened up right as I parked in front of the clubhouse. I ran inside, but still got drenched. Once inside, I shook my head to throw some of the rain from my hair. Then I ran a hand through it, trying to fluff it dry.

It was perfectly sunny earlier today, except it sure as hell wasn’t now. Welcome to Iowa weather. Then again, it was early fall, and it was unpredictable. The nights were already getting cool.

“You cut your hair again?” Venom asked me with a look that told me he thought I was nuts.

I shrugged and joined them by the pool table. “Sort of.”

“He’s going through a midlife crisis,” teased Ghost as he lined up and took his shot. The balls clicked and he sunk two stripes.

“Fuck you,” I muttered. Venom snickered and went to the bar.

“I think he looks sexy as fuck,” Voodoo teased with a smirk and a wink before he made stupid kissy-lips at me.

As I rolled my eyes, I flipped him off. Then the hairs on my arms stood up and a thrill skated down my spine, straight to my dick.

“If you asked me, he absolutely looks sexy as fuck,” Cookie crooned as she trailed a fingernail down my arm. It didn’t matter how far away from me she was at any given time, I sensed her. This time, I prayed she would keep walking but of course she had to fuck with me. I think she gained a perverse pleasure in pushing my buttons.

“Don’t,” I practically growled.

Her eyes narrowed and her jaw ticked. Then she gave me the same sultry smile she’d given me ten years ago—and damn near every day since. Then she flipped that goddamn platinum blonde hair over her shoulder before she stepped into my personal space. She wet her lower lip and pulled it between her teeth.

Every move she made sent my restraint into a tailspin. I gave no outward sign that she was getting to me.

Voodoo and Ghost wandered over to the bar to get a beer, leaving me and Cookie alone by the pool table. They were used to Cookie’s games with me and ignored us.

I suddenly had vivid visions of tossing her up onto the green felt, spreading her legs, and burying my face between her long, lean legs.

“Why won’t you fuck me, Raptor?” she whispered in my ear as she cupped my rock hard cock over my jeans and squeezed. “Is it because I’m a whore?”

She said the last with a snide tone and rage erupted in my chest. And with that, my unaffected facade cracked. I grasped her silky locks in an unrelenting grip and pulled her head back until her neck arched and her eyelids lowered to follow her gaze as she stared at me. Those parted ruby-red lips taunted me.

“Never call yourself that,” I ground out. My jaw clenched angrily, and I couldn’t breathe fast enough to get the necessary oxygen to my lungs.

“Then tell me why,” she demanded in a choked voice.

Bringing my mouth to her ear, I said in a quiet but deadly tone, “Because I don’t. Fucking. Share.”

“So it is because I’ve fucked your brothers, then,” she taunted. The sultry scent of her perfume drifted up and left me damn near light-headed.

A humorless laugh left my lips. “No. It’s because you couldn’t handle me. And if I was to put my cock in your pretty little cunt, it would be the only one that you’d be fucking.”

“You think you can satisfy me?” she boldly pushed me, not even flinching when I wrapped her hair tighter around my fist.

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