When he began to ride her, thrusting into her with enough force to make her body heat with friction as it came into contact with mine, I had no choice but to go along for the ride. She was fully stuffed and if I tried to move, there was no way I wasn’t just going to pop out. But fuck, I was okay with Axe doing all the work.
Heaven really couldn’t be better than this.
The only thing I could do was pulse my hips up, trying to get my cock as high as I could. When I began doing that, I knew shit had just gotten real. Lucie tore her lips from mine, her hands clawed at the cushions on either side of my head, and she screamed as she climaxed.
It was spontaneous and unexpected, and I wasn’t about to complain as her cunt sucked my seed from me better than a vacuum ever could.
Within moments, Axe and I were exploding inside her. Our shouts and cries were tied together as we came in our woman for the first time in far too long. I swear to fuck, lights flashed before my eyes and, deep in my ears, it felt like a goddamn death metal band had just surged into song because nothing, I repeat, nothing, could beat this moment.
Lucie was ours again.
Now it was just Wolfe’s turn to ram that home.
5
Dagger
When my brother slumped on Lucie, I had to hide a grin. Rocking back in the chair I’d taken possession of again, I watched as Axe settled on top of her for a few seconds to catch his breath before she released a gasp that spoke of someone being squished by her lover.
Within seconds, Axe was rolling off her and… onto the floor. Before I could do much more than snicker, Wolfe was there and shit got intense again.
With Flame’s help, he rolled her so that she was using Flame as a mattress, and spread her legs wide once more.
He’d never been bothered about sloppy seconds. Hell, neither had I. But he proved that when he dropped to his knees, his mouth way too close to Flame’s cock for most people’s comfort, and began to suck on her clit like he had a nasty taste in his mouth and she was his Lifesaver.
That was probably more fitting than I’d even intended.
Lucie was going to change our lives again, and I couldn’t complain about that.
Losing Lucie, his marriage to Kim, Bomber’s death and his subsequent promotion to Prez, had changed Wolfe. I couldn’t say that it was for the better either.
Lucie might soften him, might ease him up. I hoped so, because at the moment Wolfe was anything but happy, and because I loved the fucker, that mattered to me.
But shit, it wasn’t like any of us had been happy for a long time anyway. The day she’d walked out of those gates with Ryan at her side, I knew it was the beginning of the end for all of us. Our days of happiness had been numbered because, to us, Lucie was our bright spark. Without her to illuminate the darkness, there was nothing but pitch-black day or night.
Lucie was obviously sensitive, and her face was contorted with pleasure pain that I couldn’t stop myself from photographing. Fuck, I’d have that as my screensaver if I thought no other bastard could catch a glimpse of this. She was mine. Ours. And I wasn’t about to share her with anyone outside of this room.
Take good care of her this time. I’m not here to wipe up your messes, dumbasses.
The voice, deep in my head, had my eyes flaring wide.
That had sounded like…
No.
Impossible.
I whipped my head around, turning to look around the office, but there was no one in here. Of course there wasn’t. But…
When Axe cocked his brow at me, I clenched my teeth and tried to ignore the fact that Ryan, my dead brother, had just spoken to me.
Christ, I really needed to get some more sleep.
Blowing out a breath, I focused on what Wolfe was doing to our woman. My lips curved in a grin as I saw her face crumple and the sinews in her throat grow pronounced, as she rocked her head back and hollered out another orgasm.
Even as she was crying out from that, Flame was pulling out of her pussy and Wolfe was on her in less time than it took to blink. His cock slamming home in a way that had her knees coming up to clasp him, and her head swerving from side to side as his thrusts kept her orgasm rolling.
The moment was too intense for Wolfe to last long. I knew the bastard could go for hours, but where Lucie was concerned? All of us had blown our wads shamefully quickly. Still, there was time for that tantric shit later. This had been about claiming her as ours, and us making sure she fucking knew it.
When he roared out his own climax, I watched as she curved her arms around his waist and hugged him close.
The sight made me wish we’d done this in a bed, and even as I thought of that, I wondered which bed we’d even fucking use. We all had doubles, but that wasn’t enough and I wasn’t about to—
My lip curved in a sneer as I thought about the ramifications of sharing Lucie within the MC.
There was no way we were going to be able to hide this, but Wolfe, even though Lucie’s revelations had softened him, wasn’t going to let up—no matter what promises Axe made her. I just knew it. The fucker was stubborn sometimes, and it would probably end with Flame, Axe, and me beating the shit out of him to make him see that none of us were about to back the hell down.
She was ours.
Not just his.
And I wanted the fucking world to know that.
A few hours later, that desire was rammed home.
I was seated at the bar, with my phone in one hand and a bottle of Patrón in the other. As I took a swig, I looked at the two pictures I’d taken of Lucie. The one that had shown her face crumpled with her orgasm, and the one that showed her huddled between Wolfe and Flame in the aftermath.
I wanted that for us all.
I didn’t want to have to hide. Hiding had never sat well with me anyway. It was why I refused to lie. I was honest to the core with everyone except for the pigs.
When a lull came over the bar, it took a few seconds to reach my attention. When it finally did, though, I peered over my shoulder and saw Lucie had walked into the common room, her trajectory was me, but the lull? That came from my brothers who were gaping at her, muttering about her.
Because this was Lucifer Steeler, she tilted her chin up and ignored the rest. It was almost amusing to note that, in all this time, being away from the clubhouse hadn’t softened her. Not only did she not even blink at the fuck fest that was going down on the pool table—they hadn’t noticed the sudden heavy quiet that had accompanied her arrival—nor did she even blush at the two strippers on the bar beside me. They were dancing for everyone and not just me, but she didn’t even bat an eyelid as she made her approach.
Of course, that didn’t stop her from grunting at the bitches. “Fuck off.”
I caught their eyes and tipped my chin, backing up her order. With a huff, they carefully climbed down. They were naked except for a pair of six-inch heels that I was grateful to God for having come up with the idea, but how they walked in those motherfuckers I didn’t know. I was almost tempted to watch them walk away, but knew Lucie would have my balls in a fist if I made that move.
It surprised me that I wasn’t angry about that. Surprised that I didn’t mind her having my dick in a vise once more. If anything, it felt good. I’d had those sweetbutts too many times to miss random hook-ups, and nearly every clubwhore in the place had gagged on my cock.