Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Holy shit.
An image formed in my mind—her belly swollen with me, marked forever. Mine, in every fucking way.
It almost finished me right there. I bit down on my snarl, clinging to the ragged edges of control, determined to hold until I felt her shatter first.
I bent low, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “Come, baby. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
Her cries pitched high, a litany of yes, yes, yes—until her whole body convulsed, her pussy spasming around me. She broke apart hard, screaming my name, her heat gripping me like she never wanted to let go. “Jax!”
I gritted my teeth, riding the edge of my own release—but holding it back for just another second, because the next wave would be the one that fucked her full.
Her spasms around me dragged a curse from deep in my chest. Every clench of her slick heat was like a fist milking me, and it finally dragged me straight over the cliff.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! Yes, baby! Fuck!”
I locked my hand over her lower belly, splaying my fingers wide until my palm covered the soft skin right above where we were joined. My other hand clamped hard on her hip, holding her down, making her take every brutal inch as I slammed into her deep enough to bump her cervix.
“Gonna fill you up, baby.” My voice was so rough, it sounded like it had been dragged over gravel. “Breed you. Make you mine in every way.”
She whimpered, still shuddering through her orgasm, and pushed back into me like she wanted it, needed it. “Please, Jaxton. Don’t stop.”
Her plea tore the last bit of control from me. I drove in one final time, grinding against her while my cock pulsed thick and hot. The release ripped through me in violent waves. I held her crushed against me, buried to the hilt, as my come spilled into her—spurt after spurt, filling her so full I swore I could feel her body drinking it down.
“Take every drop, Lark,” I ordered, looking over her shoulder, my eyes locked on where our bodies met, watching her stretch around me. “Gotta make sure you’re bred, baby. You’re mine. Inside and out. Don’t forget it.”
Her whimper turned into a broken moan, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on my thighs as I pushed in just a little more, my hands splayed over her chest and holding her tight against me. Refusing to let her move, keeping her locked on my cock until the last pulse faded.
She was practically boneless, her chest rising and falling hard, tits spilling through my fingers as I cupped them from behind. Her skin was damp, her silky hair stuck to her neck, and when she tipped her head back to look up at me, her eyes were glazed and lips swollen.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
Her mouth curled up into a sweet smile. “And all yours.”
“Damn straight.” I chuckled and kissed her softly before carefully shifting our bodies until we were lying on our sides, Lark’s body held tightly to mine with my cock still buried deep inside her.
I kissed her neck and whispered, “You’re mine, Lark. Always.”
15
JAX
The warehouse sat at the far edge of Crossbend. Corrugated steel panels sagged where the frame had bent under storms years back, windows long gone to brick and plywood. Weeds pushed up through the cracked asphalt, and vines had started to crawl up the southern wall.
I crouched in the weeds a hundred yards out from the fence line, laptop open, fans whirring. The hum of the code I’d written was steady and silent. Perfect.
Cameras inside—dead. Alarms—cut. Cell towers in a two-mile radius—jammed. For anyone holed up inside, the world just went dark.
The list in my head had been shrinking for days, names slashed off one by one until this was all that was left. Everyone tied to the loose ends of Lark’s case. Every motherfucker who thought they could keep a leash on her.
No one could leave this building alive. Not if I wanted Lark to truly be free.
I shut the lid, exhaled, and signaled Kane. He moved like a shadow across the gravel, tall and steady, his eyes sharp even in the dark. Edge flanked the other side of him, grinning like he already smelled fire, but his eyes had a hard glint. Nitro was just a step behind, calm and coiled, while Fury lingered near the back, all watchful silence. Two prospects—Kip and Johnny—held rear, nervous as dogs in a thunder storm, but quiet like they’d been trained. Their job was to learn, not lead.
Drift and Axle were back at the clubhouse, standing guard over what mattered most.
“Status,” Kane murmured.
“Dark inside,” I replied, tucking the laptop into my pack. “Cameras dead, intercom dead, alarms dead. Comms jammed to the tree line. If they shout for help, they’re only talking to crickets and snakes.”