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My fingers start thrusting at a relentless pace. With my lips firmly latched onto her clit, I suck and lick until I feel her body writhing beneath me. My arm is wrapped around her thigh, holding her to me, not letting her go. She comes twice more before I finally let up on my assault.

She’s a sweaty, panting mess and the most stunning sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. Crawling up her body, stopping when I reach her mouth, I lick her bottom lip. She opens on instinct, and I lap at her mouth, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. She moans, gripping the back of my hair and pulling me in to deepen the kiss. Reaching down, I pull my sweats down, freeing my cock, and line myself up with her entrance.

“This is going to be rough, baby.” Without any more warning, I sit up, pushing her thighs open and slam all the way to the hilt. I moan loudly. The tight feel of her walls gripping my dick is fucking nirvana.

I allow her a moment to adjust, then pull back and thrust back in, hard. Violet screams as I bottom out in one fluid thrust. I thrust hard and pull out quickly, riding my Dove until we’re both quivering with the need to let go.

A few more strokes, and I pull out, flipping Violet over onto her stomach, pulling her ass up into the air. Flipping my shirt up over her ass, with the palm of my hand on her back, I push her chest to the bed, giving me the perfect angle and view of her ass.

Three hot smacks in rapid succession on each cheek and she tries to squirm out of my hold, but I ram my dick deep inside her velvet pussy. We both groan.

“So, fucking good, Dove,” I croon. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. I could stay here all day inside you.”

“Move, Declan,” she demands, and I’d be a bastard not to give my woman what she wants. My hips move—piston in and out—in an almost punishing rhythm. I watch as goosebumps rise across Violet’s flesh. Her skin is flushed, her breathing a mixture of harsh panting and whimpers. She’s close.

Her legs tremble. I hold her up, one hand firmly gripping her hip. My other hand reaching between us, gathering her juices on my fingers as I rub her clit. When I feel her walls tighten and my spine tingle, I bring my finger back to her ass and breach her asshole.

“This is mine too.”

Violet gasps, hissing a curse. With my finger thrusting in and out slowly in her ass, and my cock bottoming out inside her cunt as I grind my hips against her, Violet explodes around my cock and sends me reeling as my release spills inside her. Rope after rope of my seed sprays inside her, marking her, claiming her. Making her mine.

I catch myself on my hands, so I don’t crush her, kissing her shoulders and her neck. Rolling to lie beside her, I push the hair away from her face so I can see her. Her hazel eyes are soft, a tenderness staring back at me I haven’t seen before.

“You understand now. You can’t get rid of me. You can’t run. I’ll find you. I meant what I said. As barbaric as the women in the club may say it is, staking a claim on our women, making them our ol’ lady, it’s a sacred thing.”

A small smile curves at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes are now closed as she sighs softly. She looks so sweet and unguarded, just the way I love seeing her.

“Is this how we’re going to settle all our arguments? You’re going to fuck me into submission to make your point? Because if it is, we may find ourselves arguing a lot.” I drop back onto the pillow and laugh harder than I have in ages.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Violet

After Declan made his point one last time in the shower for good measure, we packed up our things and headed back to town. We rode in comfortable silence. Both of us are deep in our own thoughts. Mine are all a jumbled mess.

I’m excited to see Carter. It feels like the longest week ever being away from him. I can’t wait to hear about all the things he did while I was away. Declan said he was on the farm with Caleb and Liz doing chores. I’m sure he loved every second of taking care of the animals. He used to want to be a veterinarian when he was five years old.

A pet store near our old house always had puppies in the window. Carter would ask to go visit them and on weekends when James was working out of town or on trips with his friends, it became our tradition. We would go see the puppies and play with them before getting a hot chocolate or a smoothie from the local coffee shop.

One weekend while we were visiting the store, a woman came in looking to pick up her newly adopted puppy, only to find out he had gotten sick and passed away. Carter was heartbroken over the news. It wasn’t even our puppy, but my boy has a sensitive heart. He decided that day he wanted to be an animal doctor so he could save the sick puppies.

As with most five-year-olds, his career choice changed about fifteen times by the time he turned six.

But his love of animals never changed. He’s always wanted a dog of his own, and when we get a place that’s not a small apartment, I’ll get him one.

You’ll have a bigger place with Declan.

It’s a crazy thought.

Moving in with Declan.

We only just started dating. If that’s even what we would call this thing between us. Although, he says I’m his ol’ lady, the club equivalent to his wife. But I’m technically still married.

No. Violet Swanson died in a horrific fire. Violet Dupree is alive and well, and in love with a very large and obviously alpha biker.

I need to talk to Kayce and ask him how this would even work. If it could work. Could I marry Declan? Would it even be legal?

And what about the club?

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