“No, not yet,” he said with a smile and I think my heart skipped a beat.

“Yet? You’ve thought about it?”

“You’re too young, Angel, but I’m serious; my offer is a real one if you want it.”

“What are you asking me, Nox?”

He stared at me intently, and licked his lips, “I was going to wait, but now is as good a time as any…” he stepped away from me, and back into the room and I was drawn as if by strings, compelled to follow.

He went and knelt by the saddlebags he’d leaned against the luggage rack by the distressed wooden dresser. I leaned a shoulder against the bathroom door frame and watched as he unpacked it neatly on the floor, stacking everything off to the side as he went for, seemingly, the very bottom of the bag.

He pulled out a fabric wrapped bundle, the material wrapped gently around something soft. He stood up and turned, considering the bundle in his hands for a long minute before looking up, eyes locking with mine. He held it out to me and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

Nox had never looked so serious and I felt the gravity of what was about to transpire. That if I took that bundle, whatever decision lay inside would change things. I took it, and turned, laying it on the bed with a mixture of reverence and fear. I didn’t know what lay inside, the Ark of the Covenant or a viper poised to strike; either or seemed just as likely at this point.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice deep, falling into the moment like a stone into a deep well.

“A little scared, you?”

“Yeah, me too.”

“It’s going to change everything, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Do you know what it is?” he asked.

“I have an idea,” I murmured, and it was true, I did.

I stared down at the light cloth, a wrap of some kind, and with a hard swallow to get past the lump in my throat, lifted the thin fabric aside. Leather, black as pitch, kissed my gaze first and I felt my eyes well. I knew what it was, and I knew what it meant.

I touched the embroidered name patch on the breast that read ‘Angel’and with trembling fingers, lifted the vest, turning it so I could see the back. Sure enough, there they were the rockers that proclaimed ‘Property of Nox’ just like the rest of the Ol’ Ladies of the Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club.

Nox was asking me to be his, and I wanted it. I wanted him so badly… Thiswasa proposal, albeit one with far more weight and importance than just a mere ring could convey. I wasn’t a stupid girl. He’d explained it once, what property meant to these men, and it was a lesson deeply ingrained. This meant far more to a man of the club than any civilian orcitizencould fathom.

“Yes,” I murmured, the word falling from my lips on an exhale of pure relief.

“Yes?” he asked.

I turned my head and looked up at him. “Yes,”I repeated and let the happy tears fall.

He smiled, the happiest, most relieved smile I’d ever seen him make and then his mouth was on mine, his hands back beneath the hem of my shirt, caressing my heated skin.

I held his face to mine between my hands and returned his kiss with every bit of fire I held in my veins. He turned me and lifted, setting me on top of the dresser, pulling my legs around his waist which I clamped tightly around him. He pulled his shirt from the back and we broke apart with a gasp so he could get it over his head.

I stared, letting my gaze drink him in. Every inch of corded muscle, every hill, and valley, the dark colors inked under the skin of his left arm, the crows and roses so lifelike, as if the birds would burst into flight from beneath his skin at any moment. I loved it, I loved him, every bit of him, from the sight of him to the smell of him, to how his voice sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t fathom ever wanting to belong to anyone else, and I had no doubt in any part of me that this was both real and permanent. Nox had indelibly marked my very soul with his brand and I was proud to wear the mark of such a kind and generous man. He pushed my jacket off my shoulders, smoothing his hands down my arms until it was free, letting it carelessly fall to the dresser and slide to the floor.

We lifted my shirt together, and he laughed a little when my fingers immediately went to his belt as he awkwardly kicked off his boots. He lifted one of my legs and braced the sole of one of my boots against the top of his thigh, working the knots in the laces free. He repeated the process on the other side until my feet were free of the leather. His fingers going for the waistband of my jeans.

We undressed each other, and with each article of clothing we managed to discard the hungrier, the more desperate and savage we became in our endeavors to fit into one another.

Finally, the both of us nude, I pressed my body up against his, both in a bid to be close and to warm myself against him. He bent at the knees slightly, kissing me fiercely, his long, strong fingers kneading my ass.

He lifted me again, and I again wrapped my legs around his waist. The hard length of him throbbing against my body turned me on like no other as I buried my hands in the softness of the back of his hair. He set my ass on the cool wood of the dresser which was the perfect height for this and tore away from my mouth just long enough to tear open the wrapper of the condom we needed to make this happen.

I watched him roll it on and found there was nothing more erotic to me than watching this man make himself ready to penetrate me. I spread my legs and reached for him, digging my nails intohisass to pull him closer. He swiped his dick against my clit a few times, building my anticipation before slowly sinking into my body.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, edging my butt closer to the edge of the dresser to make sure I took all of him inside me. We both bowed our heads, breath coming in passionate moans, watching him slip in and out of my wet, waiting, pussy until I gave myself over to simply feeling, planting my hands behind me and arching back. Letting my head fall loosely on my neck, my long hair sweeping down my back as I gave myself up like an offering to Nox’s skilled hands and lips.