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To claiming.

My hand skates across her front, removing the Velcro belly band gun holster under her baggy shirt and setting it beside us on the ground. Then I’m lifting her shirt, finding her bare. She’s free-tittying it, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen all day. Nipples already at points from the crisp chill in the night air. “Mm, I swear you’re gonna kill me with these sorts of surprises.” I groan, transfixed on the delectable sight before me. I need these naked breasts in my mouth right fucking now.

“I don’t like a bra after I dance; my skin is weird about certain fabrics touching it sometimes. Probably from the body glitter or something.”

“Nothing to explain, I support free-range boobs.”

Raven snorts out a laugh at my comment. “How did I know you wouldn’t mind?” she teases, making more warm fuzzies fill my chest. She’s so damn cute.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, and she nods, wide-eyed as she glances around. My hand tenderly slides against the smooth skin of her stomach, dipping below the elastic of her waist, effectively distracting her away from everyone else once more.

The tip of my middle finger finds her tiny clit, and as I lightly swirl the pad of my finger against the sensitive bud, I swear my cock somehow grows bigger. I don’t know how it can, the thing’s a fucking monster already, but I’m not going to complain about any added bonus inches. If I don’t get Raven with my winning personality, I’ll have to dick-na-tize her sweet, sexy ass into needing me as badly as I do her.

She starts grinding, panting against my jaw as she peppers kisses along the chiseled bit of bone structure I’ve been complimented on several times in the past. None of them matter, though, only what my Raven thinks.

I have the perfect spot above my heart where I could get a sick-looking raven tattooed to represent her. It’s such a great fucking idea; I should’ve thought of it sooner. I wonder if Spin could take care of it tomorrow before he heads back to his clubhouse and his ol’ lady? I’ll have to check after I’m done fucking my pretty woman.

My mouth lands on her exposed shoulder, the oversized, loose shirt slipping off one side while covering the other is kind of making me insane imagining her in my shirts. They’d dwarf her, making her a walking wet fantasy. I could put her in my shower and see her literally wet. Uh, fuck. I need to stop spiraling every two minutes, but this is what she does to me when I’m around her. I lose all rationality and become a freaking caveman. A dumb-dumb with a five-second attention span.

I suck, pulling her skin between my lips and lick, marking her up with my dark love bites. I want them covering her body for as long as it takes that every motherfucker in a hundred-mile radius knows she’s taken. Cared for. Coveted. Put away wet and satisfied. My fingers continue to play, rubbing until she’s a shaky mess, then I’m sinking two deep. She takes me so good; I add a third, making her gasp. Did she forget how big I am already? I can’t wait to remind her.

My other hand slides into her pants from behind, between her cheeks. Her forbidden hole taunts me, and in that moment, I vow I will fuck her here too. She’ll be mine everywhere. Tonight she’ll sleep with my cock in her mouth or pussy; it has to be inside her somewhere—nothing else will be able to settle me enough to sleep. Hell, even with my dick in her mouth, I may stay up and stare at her all night.

“Powerhouse,” she moans on another gasp as I push both sets of fingers inside her simultaneously. Her behind is tight, untouched, and unstretched, but her pussy sucks my fingers like a greedy little bitch. I ease up to my first knuckle, then I’m thrusting them all the way back in, loving how her body pitches forward, full of hunger. Her nipples are hard, the peaks turned into sharp little knives, eager for my mouth to suck my fill and allow my tongue to play. To stroke them and make her mewl.

Fuck. This chick has me twisted in every way. Gone. Sprung. Head over heels, completely lost for her.

Impatience clouds my vision as I move to shove her stretchy yoga pants down over her ass enough for her holes to be exposed to me, pulling the material forward and out of my way. Then one of my hands is violently tugging at my jeans button and zipper, ready to rip the fucking things off if I’m unable to be inside her in the next ninety-nine seconds.

As soon as my cock pops free, I’m guiding her to the tip. She immediately takes the hint, rubbing her juices and slit over the head. Back and forth. She glides like a dream, and on the next pass, I’m thrusting up, while one hand holds her pants out of my way and the other locks her in place, sinking her down.

She cries out, muffling the sound into the space between my neck and shoulder. I don’t hold back from bouncing her on my lap so her pussy slides over my shaft. We groan in unison, the back of my neck peppering with sweat from the glorious sensations she’s sending through my body and mind at the moment.

My mouth moves to her throat, then her ear, nibbling and kissing before taking her mouth with mine again. She meets me tongue to tongue, just as turned on and eager as I am. I love knowing once I get her like this, she loses all sense of everything else except for me and my cock filling her. “You’re so warm,” she mumbles, snuggling in close while I glide her soaking wet cunt up and down my cock. My eyes roll back at her voice being so close to my ear, along with the praise. I’m a slut for compliments when they’re coming from her.

My hand moves to her chin, tilting her face up so she can read my lips, “Tell me if I’m too rough. If I need to stop. You are in control, always.”

She nods, then she’s kissing me, and I swear to G, I fall a little harder with each twist of her tongue against mine. When we part, she snuggles back into me, moaning, telling me how amazing I feel inside her. The compliments about my massive dick size are pretty great too, and I store them away to reflect on later.

I keep one hand holding her pants out of the way and move my other to cup the back of her head, staring out at the brothers. I meet several of their gazes before claiming, “Mine. My bitch.” I convey the words with unwavering authority, daring a motherfucker to question me in any way. There is no discussion where Raven is concerned. She’s mine, in my heart and in the eyes of the club, and every motherfucker here better take note of it. They want a vote on it? Fine, but she’ll still be mine no matter what the outcome. As far as claiming her in club bylaws, I’m doing it right now, fucking her in front of them.

The Oath Keepers like a public claiming when it comes to ol’ ladies. It hit me earlier, and there is no time like the present to make my intentions known. I hold her to me so she can’t see my lips. She’s not ready for them yet, and that’s okay. I’ll give her time to catch up before breaking the news to her. What matters is that every brother knows she’s my ol’ lady and that I’m never letting her go.

I fuck her harder, hips jackhammering up until she’s gasping with every drive. She whimpers against me, clawing at my chest, attempting to quietly beg me not to stop. Her pussy clenches and releases, soaking my cock to the point it runs down my balls. She’s close, ready to come at any moment, and I’m right with her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I rasp, tugging her hair so she leans back and I can kiss her. It’s sloppy, both of us all over the place, but I don’t care. It’s everything she needs to send her over, spiraling into her orgasm.

“Yes, Powerhouse, ohmygod, yes!” She spasms around my length, juicy, needy cunt milking me until I can’t hold on any longer. I’m a weak man when it comes to her and apparently so is my cock.

The orgasm races through my veins at first, my muscles locking tight as I pump into her welcoming warmth quickly, over and over, until I start to spill. My head tips back, face to the sky as I loudly roar, “Mine!” There’s no doubt every fucker on the property heard me. My dick pulses, jets of cum shooting inside her. It’s so warm inside her pussy; it feels like I’m spraying lava all over the place, ruining her for anyone other than me. If there was even an ounce of doubt in the back of my mind before, it’s gone now.

I’m falling for her.

Chapter Seven

Raven

I’m sore in all the right places, I discover as I stretch. My body is tired, even though I’ve barely woken up and gotten my day started. I spent the night with Powerhouse again, and he has a way of keeping me busy, putting me in every position imaginable until I’ve come enough times that he’s willing to give me a break. He claims it’s so he’s confident I’m satisfied with his sexual prowess, but if he had an inkling of my thoughts, he’d know I’m extremely satisfied.

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