Page 21 of Knuckles

I tried to keep my pace steady, to make this good for her, but the way she responded to every touch, every thrust, made it difficult to maintain control. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her back arched to take me deeper, and fuck if that didn’t make me even harder inside her.

“Knuckles,” she gasped, my name on her lips sounding like a prayer. “I’m gonna come…”

I shifted my weight to one arm, using my free hand to slide between our bodies until I found her clit. The second my fingers made contact, she cried out, her inner walls clenching around me so tightly I had to grit my teeth to keep from following her. Her pussy milked and squeezed mercilessly, drawing me deeper inside, tempting me to dump my entire load of cum inside her. To breed her. Make as many ties to her as I possibly could so she’d never leave me.

“Fuck! Hannah!” I screamed her name as my back bowed and I bellowed to the rafters. My release hit me like a freight train, my hips jerking against hers as I emptied myself inside the condom. My entire body shuddered with the force of the orgasm that hit me. Spots danced in my vision as I collapsed on top of her, barely catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing her.

Hannah’s body trembled beneath mine, her inner walls squeezing me with aftershocks. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent of sweat and sex and something uniquely Hannah.

Her body bowed off the bed, her pussy clenching rhythmically around me as she screamed, holding nothing back. The sight of her coming undone was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her lips parted, eyes unfocused, cheeks flushed… She was utterly magnificent.

For several long moments, neither of us spoke. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest, her breath coming in short gasps that matched my own. When I finally found the strength to lift my head, she was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Something between wonder and fear, maybe?

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I muttered against her skin, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my lips. “You’re fuckin’ amazing. You OK?”

She nodded slowly. “I’m… yeah. I’m good. Wonderful, actually.” She gave me a tentative smile. “That was --”

“Fuckin’ intense.” I finished her sentence. Then she smiled. A wonderful, glorious, beautiful smile. And I… was…done. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” I whispered. I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, but I would never take them back. They were the fucking truth.

She finally relaxed completely beneath me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Not so bad yourself -- for an old man.”

I lifted my head to look at her, finding her eyes sparkling with mischief despite the exhaustion evident on her face. “Old man, huh? Give me five minutes and I’ll show you what this old man can do.”

She laughed, the sound warming something deep inside me. I eased out of her carefully, dealing with the condom before pulling her against me. She came willingly, curling into my side like she belonged there. And she did.

“You know this changes things,” I said after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “Between us.”

“I figured as much when you started talking shit about claiming me.” Her voice was light, but I could hear the uncertainty hovering.

I scowled at her. “That ain’t just talk, woman. You’re mine and I’ll kill any motherfucker who says otherwise.” Her expression shifted, then. She closed part of herself off from me, and everything inside me rebelled. I never wanted secrets between us. Nothing. But especially not her feelings. “Hannah?” I tilted my head, giving her my best “don’t fuck with me” expression. “Don’t shut me out. I’m an idiot when it comes to women and feelings and shit, but I never want to hurt you in any way, so you’re gonna have to tell me what’s goin’ on in the beautiful head of yours.”

She glanced away. Her throat worked as she swallowed several times. “This whole ‘claiming me’ bit.” She cleared her throat but didn’t continue.

“Honey, say what you gotta say.” I stroked damp hair away from her face. My hands were scarred, tattooed and rough. Her skin was… not. She was so soft and delicate, yet the fine muscles in her body spoke of her strength. The fact she’d hunted men who hurt women, deliberately putting herself in a position to be hurt, knowing from the beginning sheintendedto get hurt, told me all I needed to know about her core strength. Hannah was the perfect old lady for an ex-con biker like me. She’d need every ounce of that strength to be by my side.

Hannah bit her lip, then met my gaze. “I need to know if this ‘claiming’ business is just some kind of possessive biker thing like it is at home, or if there’s more to it. I’ll wear a property patch because I know it’s as much for my protection as it is to let the world know I’m yours. But I’m not interested inbeinganyone’s property.” She looked away as if she thought this was a deal breaker. Almost as if she expected me to be a bastard. I’ll admit, before I met Hannah, the only reason I’d have taken an old lady would have been to seal an alliance I desperately needed.Before. Now? I didn’t care if my whole club burnt down around me. I would protect Hannah with my Goddamned life and consider death my ultimate service to her. “I’ve spent too long fighting for others to let myself be owned.”

I cupped her face, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. “Baby girl, I don’t want to own you. I want to belong to you as much as I want you to belong to me. I want you by my side. It means I got your back, always, the same way I expect you to have mine. It means I’m yours and you’re mine, and we protect what’s ours.” I held her gaze steadily. “It ain’t about possession. It’s about partnership.”

“You promise.” She made it a demand. “Because I will go my own way when I don’t agree with you. I didn’t go against Gunnar when I knew he was making the wrong decision, and I will never put myself or anyone I love in that position again. I understand why he felt he needed to protect me, and I’m more grateful than I could ever express to him. But I’m never doing that again, Knuckles. I don’t care how angry you get.”

“Honey, our dynamic is different. You know that. Like I said, we’re partners.”

“Partners,” she echoed, testing the word.

“Yeah. And there’s trust. I trust you with my life, Hannah. I want to be the person you trust with yours.” I pulled her to me for a soft kiss, sealing the deal. “Anything else you have reservations about or need clarification for?”

“I don’t want to be one woman in a revolving door of club whores.” She stuck her chin up as if she expected pushback on this. I just smiled. God, this woman was fierce. So fucking perfect for me it was scary. I had to chuckle, which got her back up. When I didn’t immediately respond she narrowed her eyes and snapped, “What?” I loved the bite of demand in her voice, in the scowl on her face. “There’s nothing Goddamned funny about it!”

“Honey…” I continued to grin at her. I knew I was about to get into trouble, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. “How do you expect the club whores to just walk away from this total package?” I gestured to my body, then to my cock which gave an interested jerk. Not at the thought of the club whores, though. I found myself holding my breath, waiting for the explosion that was about to hit me. This was going to be epic. I was a sadistic bastard for looking forward to the fireworks.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, her jaw clenching so hard I thought she might crack a tooth. For a split second, I thought she might hit me, and part of me was looking forward to it. As evidenced by the excited jerk of my cock once again, the bastard.

“You think this is funny?” Hannah’s voice was deadly quiet as she leaned up, the sheet falling away from her naked body. If looks could kill, I’d be a dead motherfucker right now. “You arrogant, self-important asshole!” She shoved at my chest hard enough that I had trouble holding on to her. “Is this a fucking joke to you? Because I’m not laughing! You think I’m gonna sit by while you fuck everything in sight?”

I shrugged, knowing I was gonna pay for this later. “I mean, I’ve been in prison more than twenty years. I’m kinda hard up.”

She scrambled to sit straighter, trying to put some distance between us as she pulled the sheet around her like armor, her cheeks flushed with anger. The sight was glorious! All that righteous fury directed at me was what I thought it would look like gazing at a Valkyrie. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face, which only seemed to infuriate her more. It was a little disturbing to know how much I loved the vicious side of her.

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