Princess (8 page)

Some of the patrons in the bar have stopped paying attention, while others are still staring. The music seems louder than before since the majority of the people are quiet now.

She takes a few breaths, carefully pushing herself up from the table. Once she has her footing again, she faces me, her blue gaze blazing with fury. I’ve never seen her pissed before; I think it makes her even more beautiful.

“My name’s Princess, not Cinderella,” she hisses angrily and follows it with a powerful slap. The crack from her palm connecting with my cheek is so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if it fucking echoed. The bitch hit me hard enough that my face feels like it’s on fire, even with the protection from my beard. She’s got some balls; that’s for damn sure.

My hand shoots out, wrapping around her throat. Her eyes grow wide, and I pull her body flush with mine. I lower my face to hers, close enough that we trade breaths. “It fits,” I mumble as she watches my mouth.

“Huh?” she whispers, meeting my eyes.

“Your name. You reminded me of a fairy tale, but Princess is better,” I answer quietly.

Her hands flutter up to her throat, following my fingers down to my wrist and then further until she has a hold of my forearm. She clutches on, using it for balance as she gets to her tippy toes, making her a bit taller. It gives her just enough height to bring her mouth to mine.

She sucks my bottom lip between both of hers and immediately my grip on her neck relaxes, releasing her throat so I can kiss her. Her lips part eagerly when I take over, our tongues meeting and mating in their own form.

She jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and our kiss changes from exploratory to downright erotic. Her body already wants more. I’ve heard stories from other brothers that once a cunt is claimed and filled with your cum that it goes crazy, wanting to fuck for days. They said it has something to do with breeding and finding your mate or some shit like that. I thought it was a myth, but maybe it’s not after all.

My hands fly under her ass to hold her to me securely as I break our kiss, so I’m able to see as I walk. If this is happening, then I’m taking her to my room. I glance toward the brothers, getting a thumbs-up from Saint. I don’t respond, just concentrate on walking toward the door.

Princess runs her tongue over my neck, sucking hard enough that tomorrow I’m most likely going to look like I was fucking attacked. I don’t mind it one bit. I’ll wear that shit proudly.

I can’t believe that I claimed her in a bar, in front of everyone. Where the fuck did that even come from? I’ll think about it later. There’s no way I can give a shit right now with her body pressed up against mine and her mouth on me.

PRINCESS

Just kissing him alone
, it’s like drowning. No matter how much I tell myself to struggle and fight against him, I succumb to the raging need he fills me up with inside. I want him, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

There’s never been a man in my life that was brave enough to fuck me like Viking did tonight. Any other women would be crying somewhere in a corner, acting as if they were violated from being manhandled, but I’m not most women. No, definitely not, ‘cause I fucking loved it.

He was that hell-bent on showing everyone in the bar that he’s the only one allowed to have me, well now I want more. That sample he gave me was only the beginning.

My tongue trails over the salty skin of his neck, nipping at the juncture meeting his shoulder. His cock is huge, pleasantly reminding me of its length and girth with each step he takes when it rubs against the bottom of my ass. “I want more,” I declare, biting his shoulder between each word.

Groaning, he blows out a breath as his dick rubs against my ass again. We’re nearly to his room already. He carries me as if I weigh nothing, taking large strides in a hurry.

His taste has left me in some sort of frenzy, wanting him any way I can have him. This isn’t supposed to be part of the plan, sleeping with him multiple times. I feel lost, not wanting him to stop but at the same time my head chanting that it’s not supposed to be like this. I never included in my mission the possibility of me actually wanting any of the bikers I planned on fucking.

We arrive at Viking’s room, the key making a scratching sound as he attempts to stab it in the lock while juggling my wandering hands and me. He becomes impatient, slamming me up against the door. His closeness floods me in his scent of earth and leather. He’s all man, everywhere, even his smell. Fuck, he makes my hormones race with all the possibilities.

Taking full advantage of his brief stillness, I hold onto his shoulders, pulling myself up a little way. He pauses, watching me lick my lips, and then I drop down slowly, grinding against his hardness trying to break free from his jeans.

Viking’s cheeks flush, his eyes lighting with passion. “You don’t hold the fuck still, I’m going to tie you up. Then I’ll make you suck my cock while you beg for me to touch your pussy.”

His words make me clench and ache with want. Luckily the door flies open as he finally gets it unlocked and we stumble through the opening. Viking starts to balance us, but I lose my grip, and we tumble to the carpet. He braces himself over me in the push-up position, so he doesn’t land on me.

“Not what I imagined, but this position will work too,” I chortle, and his lips part enough to give me a glimpse of his bright white teeth, clenched together.

Oh.
He’s not in the mood to play. I must have teased him a little too much.

“So, you like grinding huh?” he rasps with his face bent close enough I can feel the warmth from his breath flutter over my lips, taste the remaining whiskey left in his mouth from the pool table. He had thrown back a double shot right before he spurted his come deep inside my body, owning me in front of the entire bar.

I’d never been claimed before, and it’s something I’ll never be able to forget. The primal rage I felt radiating through his muscles as he powerfully drove into me over and over, then declaring I belonged to him in front of everyone. It wasn’t only a declaration, but a dare. If anyone is remotely brave enough to approach me after tonight, then they become fair game for him. After what I witnessed him do to the last creep that threatened me, I know he wouldn’t make false statements.

My heart doesn’t stutter in fear thinking that there’s a chance he could kill for me; no, it skips a beat, knowing for a fact that he really will kill for me.

His arms lower until he’s resting on his elbows, his strong body blissfully pushed against my softer one. I’ve never felt small before with men, more on their level, but with him, he takes over every inch. Viking consumes me like no other, commanding me to submit and demanding control of everything. Shockingly, my body reacts as if it’s being strummed like a melody, eager to please the one playing it.

Spreading my legs wide, my bare pussy lips become pressed against his jean clad cock, sending sweet torture through my body at the contact. “Yep,” I eventually get out, starting to pant. He’s so warm, his body heat blanketing me like a hot summer’s day.

“Funny, when your tits are in my face, you always want to talk, but now that I have your pussy spread and wound up, you don’t have much to say?” His hips press into me, delicious waves of pleasure slowly building me up higher

I manage a low moan, but nothing that makes any sense.

“My cock got you distracted, baby?” He pushes his jeans down enough, so his cock is freed, standing at attention, grazing the bottom of his belly button.

“My God you’re big.”

His mouth hikes up as he rotates his hips in a circle, his cock pressing into my clit perfectly.

“That’s right, Princess, I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt until no other man ever measures up.”

“Trust me; I can already confirm that they don’t,” I ramble, as his fingers reach between us, rubbing my entrance, collecting my wetness. Each time he touches me or grinds into me, I feel my juices flooding, dribbling down toward my ass.

“You save your voice ‘cause you’re gonna be using it a lot tonight. I’m going to fuck you so hard that tomorrow your legs will shake when you try to stand. Each time you sit, you’ll burn, but be reminded that I was there all night long. I’m going to have this pussy as much as I want, then I’ll take your mouth.” His hand moves lower, stopping at the entrance of my ass, the one place that hasn’t ever been touched by anyone. “And when you think you can’t possibly come again, I’m going to make you cry, baby.” He shoves two fingers deep into my back entrance, a gasp escaping me at the new sensations, and he continues, “Yeah, you’re gonna cry and beg me to stop, but I’m gonna fuck your ass, and after you’re cleaned up and done crying, I’m going to spray my thick cum all over those pretty titties you like to flaunt in front of me. You may hate me by morning, but you’ll fucking be mine.” He ends on a growl, plunging his cock into my core while continuing to play with my ass.

He’s right, I scream.

I scream in absolute fucking wonder at the amazing feeling of being taken by a real man. I should’ve saved my voice because it was only the beginning.

I’m awoken by a
revving car or truck engine coming from outside. My body aches in new places, spots that I've never felt sore before, reminding me of last night. Viking had taken my body like a man possessed, never getting his fill, and I’m definitely feeling it all over. The sheets smell like us, leather and flowers. I would never have guessed that it would be a good mix.

The mattress beside me moves, and I crack my eyes open to witness his firm, naked ass as he stands, pulling on nothing but the jeans he was wearing the night before. I love the Nordic tattoos he has scattered over his arms, including one the size of my entire hand on his thigh. His entire back is covered in one massive tattoo as well. The details are breathtaking, making the Oath Keepers patch appear more sinister and threatening. The flag being held by the skeleton looks like it’s being ripped from his flesh to wave proudly. It must have taken hours and several sessions to get something that would probably win an award if it were ever put on display. That would never happen; my father wouldn’t approve of such exposure to his club or the surrounding Charters.

My father.

I wonder if what happened last night in the bar has gotten back to him yet. Surely someone must have said something about the dramatic public claiming performed by a notorious Nomad. Hell, it should be the talk of the town and surrounding area with how much people like to gossip.

Fuck my life. I can’t believe I let that happen.

I’m probably going to end up having to move away when this is all said and done. I won’t put my mother through added stress; I do, however, have to complete my mission. The things Viking did to me, made me feel…I’m such a fool to believe I could get through this without any damage to myself.

He would never truly make me an Ol’ Lady, and God knows I couldn’t handle everything that comes with that title in the first place. I’m too much like my mother, an old soul. I want monogamy; I want a husband who comes home to me after work, and I get to cook him dinner every night. I couldn’t deal with having a man that came home when he wished, fucked whomever he wanted and ended up in prison.

I’m not that strong, neither was my mother and she’s taught me plenty. Last night should be enough, and I can keep my distance from Viking in the future. Between him and the Prospect, I don’t think I could do anything else with another member. I know I said before that I would be with a dozen if that’s what it took, but something’s changed.

Viking’s different for me; he’s a game changer. I don’t feel disappointed when I look at him, but the opposite and that scares the fuck out of me. I can’t afford to let myself fall for a biker. I won’t let him break me like my father broke my mother.

The motel door closes quietly on Viking’s way out. I guess he knows who that engine belongs too.

Their voices are loud enough to carry through the poorly built motel and over the rumbling from the exhaust. It’s hard to tell if it’s a friendly visit with the heavy metal music playing amongst everything else. Despite my stomach telling me to stay in bed, that Viking can handle whatever’s outside, my feet hit the matted carpet.

I scoop up the thin sheet, wrapping it around me and make a beeline for the door.

Opening it enough to fit my body through, I lean against the doorjamb, curiosity spurring me on to be brave or stupid. Immediately I notice two of my father’s men, each standing next to a mean looking black beast of a car. The doors are wide open with the windows down, allowing the thumping from the rock music to escape into the parking lot.

Breezing over their cuts, I learn that the driver is my dad’s Enforcer, Cain, and the passenger with the bright Mohawk is the club’s Treasurer, Spin. They notice me immediately. Mohawk guy’s face lighting up as he runs his eyes over my sheet. The other guy stares, his forehead wrinkling slightly like he’s trying to place me from somewhere. He won’t be able to, though, my father’s never introduced me to these guys before.

The driver keeps talking through his curious gaze. “So ‘bout that barbecue, my Ol’ Lady’s cooking and she doesn’t mess around when it comes to food.”