Page 66 of Declan's Dove

“My heart didn’t beat right after my wife left me. It was cold. Dark. I felt dead inside. Until I found the Kings of Fury.” Her shoulders sag into the mattress. She’s fighting the tremble in her lips. “You’re misunderstanding, Dove. My club helped me find a purpose, a reason to live. The brotherhood I needed to ground me. People who care about me and are loyal as fuck. They accept me, demons and all. No judgment.”

“I get it,” she whispers, blinking away tears.

“No. You don’t.” I lean down and nip her lips. “My club is my family, but you are the missing piece to my soul.” Her eyes close, and I want them open to me. I want her to see me the way I see her. “Look at me, baby.”

When her eyes open, I see it. The defeat. The hurt. The anger. She still doesn’t understand what I’m telling her.

“I claimed you last night. Hell, I claimed you at the table before you were even back from Baron’s Edge. Made you my ol’ lady and Carter my son by all rights of the club. You. Are. Mine. And I’m yours.”

“I don’t …”

“I know. I’m trying to explain it to you.” I chuckle and her eyes fill with fire. “I’m not laughing at you, Violet. I’m trying to tell you what this means.” I gesture between us.

“Did you just call me old?”

I chuckle at her disgruntled expression.

“You’re missing the point.” I release her hands and start unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time, slowly. She keeps her hands where they are, watching me as her breathing picks up, coming in small pants.

“Ol’ lady is a term of endearment. It’s the equivalent of calling you my wife, which, by the way, you will be soon enough.”

She gasps, her eyes widening. “I don’t think you get to tell me …” My finger on her lips and the shake of my head stops her words.

“No. You said what you needed to say. Now, you listen.” Her eyes narrow, her nostrils flare, and my cock twitches. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“By claiming you as my ol’ lady.” Another button open and my finger caresses the edge of her breasts. One, and then the other. Violet squeezes her thighs together, making her neediness known to me even if she doesn’t realize it. “The club will protect you and Carter at all costs. Even laying down their lives if it came to it.”

“No. I wouldn’t …” One raised brow from me silences her.

“You no longer have a choice in the matter. You agreed to be mine. Which means you go where I go. If Pres says he needs us to hunker down at the clubhouse, we do it. You. Me. And Carter. When Carter’s out of school, you’ll pick him up, and after your shift at the gym, I’ll get you both. If we aren’t staying at the clubhouse, you’ll both come home to my house, where you’ll be moving in.”

She opens her mouth to speak. “I swear to God if you say anything right now, Violet, I’ll stuff your mouth to silence you.” Her eyes go wide and fill with desire. Her lips snap shut and her cheeks stain pink.

Hmm. She likes the idea of my stuffing her mouth full. Good to know.

Once I’ve got all the buttons on her shirt undone, I push it open, exposing her body to me. I lick my lips. Her chest rises and falls as she anticipates my next move.

I take her right nipple into my mouth, circling, sucking, nibbling the tight pink flesh. Her back arches, she moans, and I move to give the same treatment to the other nipple.

“These are mine. Aren’t they, baby?” She pushes off my chest with her hands, squirming underneath me. I drop my hips, pinning hers in place. “Where do you think you’re going, Dove? I’m not done with this yet.” I emphasize my point by twisting and pinching her nipple, causing her to yelp.

“Mmm.” Licking my way from her throat to her navel, swirling my tongue in her belly button, then lower still. When I reach her clit, I make two small circles around the little bundle of nerves. Her stomach tenses as she holds her breath, releasing it on a gasp as I shove two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt, pumping in and out in a relentless rhythm.

“This is mine too, isn’t it, Dove?” I continue my assault with my tongue as my fingers pump and curl, hitting just the right spot. Her walls begin to tighten, pulling my fingers deeper still. She’s close, I can feel it.

“Declan.” It’s a prayer and a plea all at once. Just as she’s about to find her release, I pull my fingers back and slowly lick her entrance, abandoning her clit all together. “Declan!” Now my name is an angry growl.

“Yes, baby. What can I do for you?” I tease. She leans up on her elbows, looking down at me as I continue slowly, torturously licking her everywhere except where she needs me most.

“You could make me come.” Her fire is refreshing and makes my cock twitch. He’s begging to come out of the confines of these sweats and slam home inside Violet’s warm, wet, and wanting cunt.

“I could.” It’s a statement and a challenge. I pull back, looking up at her beautiful face as she continues to glare at me. Putting my fingers back inside her, I pump them in and out, in and out. It’s nowhere near the rhythm she needs to get off and we both know it. “You didn’t answer my question, baby. Answer me correctly and I’ll let you come.”

“You’re not serious.” An arch of my brow is the only response she gets. She huffs out a long, agitated breath.

“Is. This. Pussy. Mine?”

Her hazel eyes meet mine once more, and I see the moment she gives in to the truth that we both know and believe. “Yes, Declan. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

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