Page 49 of Savage King

As she was made for him.

The pleasure rocketing through her ignited the kindling of need in her belly, turning her insides into liquid delirium. Rise. Crash. Rise. Crash.

“You’re close, I can feel it. Come on my fat cock. Then I’ll come in your pussy, planting my seed deep. Fuck! The thought of you belly full with my baby makes me harder—you feel that, baby? You feel how much harder that makes me?”

Oh gods, could she. He was massive, thick, and long, and it felt like a steel pipe was brutalizing her. But she took it, because she needed it. Needed him and his brand of pleasure.

“You want my seed, Goddess? You want me to put a baby in you?” He grunted, shunting his cock in and out of her, faster, harder, until the bedframe began to crack.

His words…his penetration…she couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think.

“Give it to me—give it all to me!” Give me all of you!

With a mighty roar, Odin slammed into her so hard, he sent her sliding up the bed. Holding her in place, he did it again, and again, his massive body above her, the cords of his neck strained, the muscles in his shoulders like unspooling nautical ropes, the muscles of his chest and abs pulled so tight she could count every dip and peak.

Gods, the man was magnificent. And he was hers.

Lights flashed behind her eyes, like a supernova in a bottle—and her body exploded, pleasure unlike any she ever felt before flooded through her, drowning her in sensations that stole her breath. She screamed.

Over her, Odin moved faster, pounding into her harder, his movements becoming disjointed, animalistic.

“Fuck, Skathi! Fuuuck! Take my seed!” he grunted, the sound like that of a wounded animal. “Fuuuuuck! Gods!” His body jerked and he slammed into her one last time, hot come shooting into her, spurting in waves as he groaned deep and long.

It took several minutes to stop gasping for breath, and once she was able to breathe without feeling her heart beating in her jaw, she nuzzled him, pressing her nose into his neck and inhaling the scent of him.

Her Odin. The man she loved. The man who fucked like a god…but hid away like a boy.

“Let this be a lesson,cabrone. Don’ttake credit for other people’s work. We’re criminals, but we’re honest assholes, fucker.”

Alfanzo shook his head in disappointment and heaved a sigh, before lifting his Beretta and pulling the trigger. The sickening and somewhat funnysplat!sound of Jorge’s brains hitting the wall behind where his head used to be didn’t make a single man in the small room flinch.

They were all used to that sound, and ones similar. The sounds of death, the flesh trade, killing, and just plain doing business were as soothing to him as hismadre’slullabies. At least before she got hooked on crack and begged to fuck him for a dime bag. He’d choked her to death…as he gave her what she’d asked for. He came in her just as her body jerked one last time.

Fucking was fucking.

Spinning on his heel, he raised his pistol, glaring at the men in a tight circle around him. They stood, arms behind their backs, not even bothering to move away from the ever-expanding puddle of blood, piss, and brain yuck on the floor beneath the chair to which Jose had tied thependejo, Jorge.

“Jorge was a rat dog, begging for work that was obviously too difficult for him. He failed me,amigos, and I don’t do failure. A bullet was too good for him, honestly.”

Jose grunted, disappointment on his flat, blocky features.

“Lo siento, hermano. I know you wanted to tear his ass open—you still can. Just…wait until we leave the room,comprende?” Planting his empty hand on his hip, Alfanzo stared at Pedro, another of his rat dogs, but one who’d been responsible for getting the information about the Raiders that Jorge had passed on as his own. “You will take his place. Scurry, spy, find out what you can about what is going down with Odin. That fucker has been spending much too much time away from his clubhouse.” That was excellent information the Raiders’ personal “Judas” had provided. “Hard to keep his brothers in line if he isn’t there….” A calculating smile cracked his façade of malicious indifference. “Find out where he’s going.”

Pedro didn’t hesitate to step over Jorge’s skull and hurry through the door.

“Jose.”

“Jefe,” the man answered, coming to stand beside his boss.

“How many we have on the hook so far?” Jose knew exactly what Alfanzo was asking because his current responsibility was procuring flesh and bone, through foul and fouler means.

“Out of the six promised, we have three ready to take the bait.”

Oh, that was good news, anddioshe needed good news right then. Theputahe’d fucked that afternoon had died much too quickly, leaving him condom-full but sadly unsatisfied.

“Wait two days, then reel them in. This business with the Raiders should be done by the end of the month, and once it is, we will have their gun rangeandtheir gold-plated pussy.”

Skathi settled into the chair and took a long moment to compare what she was seeing to what she’d seen the last time she was in the Savage Raiders’ clubhouse. That night—which felt like months and months ago instead a few weeks—the place had been cleared of tables and the couches had been pushed to the walls so the debauchery could occur at the periphery. She could clearly remember sitting on the couch along the wall next to Annika and the small-dicked douche Slick, and seeing the club woman and two men going at it. Now, though, there were only a few of what Odin called prospects milling around, cleaning and manning the bar which was apparently opened 24/7.

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