“Brother, calm down,” Fenrir orders sternly.
“Calm down? I haven’t seen or heard from that bitch in four fuckin’ years, and now she’s killing bitches for the club. No fuckin’ way. She wants a marker? That marker will come with a motherfuckin’ price.” Logi slams a fist on the table, anger rolling off his body in waves.
“Already intended to give that marker as you please for when she calls on it,” I grunt, knowing this would be hard on my brother. Skadi isn’t just a mercenary, she’s also Logi’s ol’ lady and disappeared on him four years ago. Logi didn’t take it well and now acts like she doesn’t exist, except for now.
Finishing up church, we go over the plans for the new bar and garage we’re taking over. Dismissing my brothers, I stay seated since Logi nor Fenrir moved from theirs.
Logi’s eyes lock on mine. “Skadi doesn’t get to come back into our lives like she didn’t just waltz out of it.”
“I know that, brother. I simply needed a job done without blowback to the club. She’s good at what she does, and no one will be able to connect her to us,” I explain to him.
“Right, and when she calls that marker, it’s mine to see to,” Logi declares. “Now, are you going to officially claim that woman of yours or what?”
And just like that, Logi flips the switch inside himself, shutting his emotions down, covering them with humor, and acting like a jokester.
“Yeah, brother, I’m gonna claim her,” I grumble, pressing my hands to the table and pushing myself up from my chair. I stalk out of kirkja with Fenrir and Logi behind me. I find Fern standing at the bar, holding a beer in her hand, laughing with Charm.
Making it to her, I pull her into my arms and wrap mine around her waist, locking her to me. Fern’s head tilts back enough so she can meet my gaze. She opens her mouth to say something, but I don’t give her a chance. I slam my mouth to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Someone must have taken her beer from her hands since Fern slides her hands up my chest and curls her fingertips against my shoulders. I cup her ass in my hands and lift her until she has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist.
I break my mouth from hers and scan the room seeing all of my brothers are in here grinning. Throwing my head back, I make my claim. “Minn,” I roar loud enough for even those in outer space to hear me. Hoots and hollers instantly follow, but I don’t care. I carry Fern out of the room and take her straight to mine, where I intend to show her just how much she belongs to me.
Inside my room, I place Fern on her feet, but I don’t let her go.
“What was all that about?” she asks, turning her head back toward the door.
“That was me officially claiming you as my ol’ lady,” I inform her. I slide my hand up her waist, the sides of her tits, and don’t stop until I’m cupping either side of her face. “I want you as my ol’ lady, my wife, and the woman I hold in the middle of the night. I don’t want to end our marriage. Tell me you want the same as me.”
Chapter Twenty
Fern
I blankly blink at Runes while his words sink in. He doesn’t realize it, but his very words remove every bit of fear I had within me. They’re gone now as if they’ve vanished into thin air. His eyes search mine for an answer, and I lick my somewhat dry lips. I try to tell him how I feel, but it’s so hard. I’m trying to speak, but the words aren’t coming out.
Runes must see my frustrations because he collides his lips with mine and growls lowly. It’s so hot a chill runs down my spine, and I inhale slowly through my nose. He’s doing exactly what he said he’d do, claiming my body. His kiss is hungry and savage-like. He pushes his tongue past my teeth until it’s dancing with mine. Our arms hold onto each other, and I deepen the kiss, moaning lightly as he bites down on my bottom lip.
His hardness presses against my core, and I let go of his shoulders. There’s nothing I want more than his thick, hard cock. Sliding my hand between us, I fumble with the button of his jeans, and he gently lowers me to the ground. He smirks down at me and runs his hand in my long, thick curls. I did my hair to look a bit more put together for court, and noticed how Runes liked it, so I’ve been keeping up the slight curl over the past few days.
I drop down to my knees, yank his zipper down and grab onto his cock through his boxers. I can’t help but lick my lips, knowing exactly how riled up he is right now. I swallow and free his cock from the confines of his boxers and immediately wrap my lips around his swollen dick. He groans the second my tongue flicks against the head, lapping up the precum he has ready for me.
“Gods, Fern, that fuckin’ tongue,” he growls, gripping his hand even tighter in my hair. Snaking my hands around his waist, I grab ahold of his glutes and bob my head back and forth, sucking on his dick like a straw. I do this for so long my lips go numb.
After a while, he rips his cock from my mouth, keeps a grip on my hair, and his eyes focus in on my pants. “Take that shit off.”
Using my hands, I free myself from my clothes and make myself open and ready for him. We’re obviously in his bedroom here at the clubhouse, and I figure he wants me to head to the bed, so I look over there, but he shocks me. Runes releases the grip on my hair, takes hold of my legs, and flips me over like he’s a caveman. The next thing I know, he’s on the edge of the bed, and my shoulder blades are digging into the floor. “Use your forearms to hold yourself up. This’ll be worth it. I promise.” There’s an amused tone in his voice, and I know he’s up to no good.
Runes keeps my legs against either side of his hips, and he is strumming his thumb against my clit. Heat rushes through every limb of my body as he drives himself inside me. He stops toying with my clit and holds onto my legs, ramming his cock inside me. I bite my bottom lip, and moans pass through, even as I try to hold them back. He’s so good at this. Too good.
When we first started this, I was a little bit worried about our age gap, but now I’m not anymore. He’s aged like fine wine. I haven’t experienced one negative being with him, only positives. He’s not just a great kisser and great in the sack, but his passion and intellect are phenomenal. He doesn’t get hot-headed like guys my age, and he’s never once lost his shit at me. We’ve had deep, meaningful conversations time and time again, and as things progress, we’re only going to have more.
“I want you, Runes, always,” I tell him with every thrust.
“You’re minn now, Fern. I fuckin’ love you, so fuckin’ much,” he grits out and picks up the pace. He loses all control and yanks his cock out of me. He wraps a hand around his cock and pumps his dick until his seed is flying against my face, but there’s no break. Runes lies down on the bed and dives his face into my pussy like he’s going for a swim.
He knows exactly what to do to pleasure a woman, and I shortly lose all control. I find my release very quickly, and he snickers against my lips as he goes for more. Runes gets five orgasms out of me before he stops, and by the time he’s done, he has to physically pull me up on the bed.
“I mean every word I’m sayin’, I hope you know it too,” Runes tells me while brushing his fingertips against my hair. He pulls the faux pelt blanket up over my shoulders and smiles lightly.