Page 77 of Savage Grace

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Is this what you needed? My cock inside of you to stop you acting like such a fuckin’ tease?”

“Yes.”

I felt myself tighten around him from the shock of another hard slap against my ass. I groaned and ground against him, needing more. More friction, more collision, more, more, more of him.

“So fucking greedy,” he mumbled, pulling out and taking a step back.

I frowned, turning to protest, but he was already on his knees. His mouth was on me then, kissing, licking, nipping. My arms were about to give way with the way that my body shook.

It was too intense, too much.

And when he slid two fingers inside of me to accompany his tongue, I came apart, screaming my pleasure into the soft mattress and hoping that no one could hear just how pathetic I was for this man.

Ashe’s movements slowed, hands roaming and rubbing up the back of my thighs as I came down from the high of my orgasm. The stars in my eyes barely had time to fade, not when he touched me so carefully, fingers trailing over my ass in a way that felt a little like worship.

Then he was next to me on the bed, flipping me over and onto my back.

Ashe’s jeans were still on, but his shirt was now on a heap by the bed.

He took a moment to look down at me splayed out in front of him, hungry eyes feasting on the sight of me laying across his bed.

Needing to be closer to him, I reached a hand out and trailed my long nails down his stomach. I pressed a little harder than was probably necessary, but Ashe hissed at the mixture of pleasure and pain before hooking one of my legs over his shoulder and sinking back into me.

“Fuck, Princess,” he growled as he fell forward, leaning on his elbows above me and caging me between his arms.

I took in the smell of him, that delicious, masculine scent that was all him. The one that I would recognise anywhere, in a crowd of people, in a dense forest—anywhere.

His harsh breath came out against my ear, causing a trail of goosebumps to form there and travel down my neck.

I gripped at his skin, at the sheets, at the headboard, anything that I could steady myself on as the rickety bed rocked beneath us.

The threat of the cracking wooden bed wasn’t enough to slow Ashe down though, and he continued on harder and faster.

When his eyes caught mine once more, I watched him soften. A hand came up around my throat again, but this time it was reverent. His thumb trailed along my bottom lip, dipping inside and back out again, trailing back down my chin and staying there.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, and my eyebrows drew together at the words.

This wasn’t rough, throw me up against a door Ashe, this was someone else all together. Someone who maybe I hadn’t met before, not really anyway. And I wondered just how many people had ever got to see this person.

Perhaps this was my first real encounter with Ashe, rather than Henny.

Either way, I was falling hard for them both.

19

ASHE

I’mman enough to admit that maybe I pouted a little when Prince told me to focus my surveillance efforts elsewhere.

He had taken Zarina’s theory to heart, mulled over it probably all night. It made sense to all of us, but we just didn’t know where to begin looking.

There were a few other MCs around, none of them local, and none of them that I would particularly worry about being competition. We were friendly with most of them, and knew most of their dealings.

The Santinos pretty much had the monopoly on all things mafia. Anyone else who had tried to build something of their own over the years had ended up bending the knee and joining them instead, unable to even gain a slither of their power and influence in Melbourne.

“What about the SCB?” Charmer had suggested while we sat around the table.

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