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Finally, he slipped a second finger into me, twisting them inside my weeping cunt as his thumb rubbed my clit. It was too much, the pleasure building while I gripped his hair and bit my lip.

“Come for me,” he growled in my ear.

And like the good girl he sometimes liked to call me, I did.

Locke held me close, his fingers still buried deep inside me, as we rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. His purr was still strong, a rumbling presence that reminded me of his strength and his claim on me.

When he finally slipped his fingers out and put them in front of my face. He chuckled darkly. “Open, taste yourself.”

I didn’t hesitate, I licked his fingers clean, tasting the arousal that only he could bring from me.

“Mmm, my luna. you drive me absolutely insane.” He turned me around to face him and leaned down to kiss me. His mouth was hot and demanding as he tasted my sweet release. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting nothing more than to surrender to his touch.

We stood there, in the middle of the dance floor while other bodies rubbed and ground into each other. He licked my cheek and massaged the bond mark on my shoulder. I nuzzled into his mark and he let out a whimper.

I guess my alpha needed tending to as well.

“Damn straight I do.” He pulled away, his green eyes turning dark with desire. “And I’ve got just the spot.”

Chapter Forty-Two

Locke

Igrabbed my mate’s hand and pulled her from the crowd of sweaty bodies. No one paid attention; either they were too busy trying to rub one out on their potential mates or dance partner for the night or wishing for a mate like mine.

I held in a prideful smirk when I pushed back a table to get the fuck out of there and nodded to Hawke, who was palming Delilah’s ass. Her nose was buried in the crook of his neck, a baby monitor on his hip, and fuck it looked domestic.

“Where are you taking me?” My mate yelled over the music.

I palmed my raging boner and pulled her to my side, wrapping my arm around her neck and nipping at her ear. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Another gift.”

Emm rolled her eyes and put her hand in my back pocket.

She was getting sick of ‘the gifts’. First, it was all the nesting blankets, pillows, fairy lights and other oddities I thought would make an amazing nest for her. She deserved the best, so I got her a bit of everything. Our new packhouse alpha suit wasn’t as large, per her request, but that didn’t mean I would not supply it with everything my mate deserved.

I even got her new clothes, weapons and sex toys. She said if I got her anything else, she was going to plug me.

Fat fucking chance.

“I told you no more gifts.” She gave my ass a squeeze as we went out the door. The breeze picked up, and her scent surrounded me. It was muted inside the bar with everyone else’s scent surrounding us, but now hers was more potent, away from everyone else. That tropical smell wrapped around my cock and my Albert’s piercing was covered in my come already.

“Ares’ Law allows me. You don’t get a say in it, female.”

My mate shivered, her tit piercings poked through her thin white top, and I stopped to stare and stroked one with my thumb. “Besides, I think you’ve enjoyed being covered in gifts.”

She looked away and crossed her arms, it made her tits look just as tempting.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

I hummed, delighted. Ares’ Law was superior. I couldn’t believe the aged law had fizzled out. It has made my mate near compliant, whether she knew it or not.

I pulled her around the back of the bar. Even though we were a pack, now, we were still an MC, too. The Iron Fang MC would always be the disguise of who we are in this town, and where we would always hide. In the short time I have known my mate, bonded or not, I still had yet to take her for a ride on my bike.

Hammer and some of his crew were drinking beers in the back. He jutted his chin in welcome and continued hisconversation, as I grabbed my keys and led her down the rows of bikes in the garage.

The air was cool, but with both of our bodies’ heat in-sync with one another, I knew we would stay warm.

“Locke, seriously, what are we doing? I thought we were going to go fu—”

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