Page 43 of Blue

Without further thought, he shot his hands forward and gripped her hips. He yanked her that last few inches, and she stumbled forward.

Her soft body slammed against his, and a feral desire burned deep inside him. Her ample breasts smooshed against his chest, and memories of motorboating them in his room at the clubhouse almost made him chuckle.

Holding her eye, he inhaled the smell of all the booze she had that evening. The sweetness tickled his nose.

“You’re my fucking woman.”

The words rumbled low from a dark space within him he’d only tapped into when he had a need. The place he went when he did what he had to for club business.

To accent his possession of her, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. His hips. The hips he’d used as handles when he fucked the ever-loving shit out of her.

Odin have mercy, he craved her. The fire of desire pulsed through his veins.

She didn’t break her gaze on him. Her hazel eyes glittered with the passion he’d felt during their time apart.

She didn’t lower her chin. The resolve was etched in all her features. She didn’t take hold of him. She didn’t fight him. Gods, this woman could bring him to his knees with her resolve. She was stubborn as fuck, and she was his.

“Say it again.”

He’d never seen her this pissed before. Never had she been this hot—this strong. It made his cock ache for her.

Blue matched his dark energy. Her nostrils flared as his fingers pressed harder into her hips.

“You. Are. An. Asshole,” she gritted out slowly, enunciating each word.

No one talked to him like that. No one disrespected him. The anger he should have felt mingled with his attraction for Blue and fed his addiction to her.

Mooky, the enforcer for Odin’s Fury Motorcycle Club Ohio Chapter, did not get fucked with. He had drilled men for less. He sent men to Nástrond for just looking at him wrong.

Every muscle in his body tensed. His cock strained. His chest heaved. He needed her to breathe. He had to have her immediately.

But this woman,his woman,just called him an asshole.

And it drove him crazy.

A slight breeze caught stray strands of her hair. They tickled his skin and sent sparks sizzling through his body, teasing and lifting his desire for her higher.

Unable to refute it, he did the only thing he could think to do. He lowered his head to hers. Hesitating for half a second, he wanted to give her an opportunity to stop him.

Too late.

Mooky closed his eyes and his mouth crushed hers. He poured every emotion he had into the kiss. He mauled her satin lips, her full hips, her generous ass. He devoured her.

She pressed her hands against his cheeks and returned the fervor of his kiss. The fire of her touch scorched his skin and fed his need for her.

Taking steps forward, he walked her backward. Twigs broke beneath his feet, and leaves crunched with each step. He had his woman. Everything else ceased to exist.

He hadn’t thought anything out. He hadn’t planned it. He didn’t even know where he guided her. All that mattered was that he had her. She was his again.

The lights from the streetlamps behind them faded as they entered the strip of forest lining the road they’d driven on.

The scent of fresh forest filled his nostrils. It mingled and fed the feral desire brewing inside him. An owl hooted in the distance. The whoosh of a car passing cut the nocturnal bird’s call off. The pounding of his own heart thundered in his mind. Desire pulsed through him and caused his dick to ache for Blue.

After a soft thunk, Blue pulled her mouth away, breaking their kiss. Greedy urgency filled him. He needed more of her sweet taste.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

He realized he’d just backed her into a tree.

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