Hell's Viper (Hell's March MC Book 1), page 22
Then I move to the sole of her foot, kissing her from toe to heel before I place it back on the bed and reach up to grab her panties, ripping the delicate fabric from her body. She gasps as I toss it over my shoulder, my eyes locked on her glistening pussy. I nearly give in to its pull, but instead, lock my muscles and force myself to keep the pace by picking up her other foot to start the process all over again.
“Cruz.” She says my name like a warning, and being The Viper I bet that tone has worked for her many times in the past, but here in my bedroom, she’s Delia and she’s mine.
“Shhh,” I say against her calf as I move up toward her thigh. “I’m so close to your wet cunt. Is that where you want me?”
“Yes,” she growls, her eyes filled with fire as her hands curl into the bedsheet.
Dipping back down between her legs, I suck the tender skin between her thigh and pussy as she moans, her hands moving to my head as her fingers grip my hair, forcing me to her sopping wet core. I let her, finally giving in to the overwhelming need to taste her.
The moment my tongue flattens to her folds, the taste of her floods my mouth and I nearly pass out with the flavor. It’s the best thing I’ve tasted and I suck her in further, swallowing down her nectar. So much better than any dream I’ve had. Her screams make my cock pulse, the sounds making me the hardest I’ve ever been as I zero in on her clit.
As soon as I take the hardened nub between my teeth, Delia bows off the bed, another scream ripping from her throat. I grin against her wet cunt, hoping every man in the compound hears her and knows just who’s conducting this symphony of pleasure. They’ll know I’m hers after tonight.
While my tongue swipes over her sensitive clit, I stroke my fingers over her entrance, feeling her juices coat each one before I plunge two inside her core. She flattens back against the bed, grinding her cunt into my face and hand, murmuring words I can’t decipher. As I pump into her, I feel her clit harden further and her core tightening, telling me she’s nearly there. Her arousal coats my mouth and chin as my tongue continues to lick up as much as I can. I don’t want to waste a fucking drop.
Then her cunt clamps down around my fingers as her clit pulses, and with one nibble around the nub, she explodes with another scream, her fingers ripping the strands of my hair from my head. Her release spills around my mouth and hand, her cum filling my palm and soaking my sheets.
“Fuck!” she yells as she continues to clench around my fingers, my tongue prolonging her release. “Cruz, fuck.”
I pull away from her and slowly ease my fingers from her cunt. “Yes, ma’am,” I rasp as I kiss my way back up over her mound and stomach, leaving a wet trail of her release behind me.
I kiss each of her breasts as they heave with the aftermath of her orgasm, the fullness of them surrounding my face, then I dip into the curve of her neck, licking a path up her throat to her ear. “Are you ready, Assassin?”
She whimpers as I grab my cock and position it between her legs, the head meeting her hot, soaked entrance. Then I plunge into her, her sweet heat taking nearly all of me in one stroke, her juices sounding around where we’re joined. She sucks in a breath as I pull out, only to thrust back in, this time my balls slapping off her asshole. Her throat lengthens as her head tips back against the pillows, and her back bows, bringing those tits to my chin.
I fuck her with abandonment, claiming every soft, wet inch of her core. The sounds of our fucking reverberates around the room and her arms wrap around me and her nails dig into the skin of my back. Her heels meet my ass as she presses into the globes, spurring me on faster. “You feel so good,” she husks as my balls tighten. “So fucking good.”
I lean up and grab her waist in my hands, peering down between us. I’m buried deep inside her, my pelvis soaked with her cum. “I need to come, baby,” I growl as I stroke into her slowly, watching her cunt swallow every inch of me. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m right there,” she moans as her hand finds her clit, her fingers working it furiously. “So close.”
I grip her tight and slam into her, letting myself go as I chase the euphoric high, losing myself in the pleasure as it works its way all over my body. I come on a shout just as her scream joins in and we sail over that cliff together, her cunt milking every drop of my cum.
Three thrusts later, I fall over her, knowing she can take my weight, and her arms curl around my back. “Holy shit, pretty boy,” she breathes out. “That’s how it’s going to be?” she pants as I chuckle, the sound void of energy.
“Every damn time,” I promise her as I burrow into her chaotic curls. “Unless we need a quickie in the bathroom.”
Her answering rumble makes me smile as I gently pull out of her and curl up beside her, dragging her body against mine. “I needed to see you,” she confesses again. “It’s been a hell of a night.”
Her words have me snapping out of the blissful moment as I turn her around to face me. “What happened?”
“Genni and I followed Loralee and found her meeting up with the same guy Davis showed us.” I remember the grainy video he showed us, but what I remember more clearly was the quick flicker of pain on Delia’s face before she schooled her expression. “We grabbed them both and took them to the Dragons’ warehouse to question them. The guy, her supposed informant, was none other than Alonzo DeRucci, heir to the DeRucci crime family.”
Shock rips through me as I sit up in bed, Delia doing the same as she pulls the blanket up over her chest. “What the fuck?” I growl as my head swims with the possible connections to everything that’s happened. “Did she have a hand in everything that’s gone down between us and the Knights and even The Beast?”
“Honestly?” She exhales and shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I think she’s in love with the DeRucci kid and he’s been using her to get information. He consented to her coming here to Arizona to round up an army to fight his father for the throne. He claims he wants to kill his father and brother so he can change the family and set them in a better direction. I don’t know how much of that I believe.”
“Sounds like maybe the truth is somewhere in the middle. He used Loralee to get to us and hoped we would come to his aid so he could take over that position. I doubt he’d change anything.” My stomach coils with anger as my fist curls into the blanket. “Where are they now?”
“I left them over at the Dragons’ compound. Diego and Genni will keep an eye on them. I just wanted to see you before tomorrow,” she whispers, our eyes meeting.
“What’s tomorrow?” Fear coats every word as she gives me a small shrug, her eyes looking a little sad.
“I’ve set up a meeting with The Beast through Alonzo’s connection. I’ll be The Viper tomorrow night, and I needed to see you before that happens. Maybe remembering what we did here will help drag me back out of the darkness.” I want to scream at her, tie her to my bed, and force her to drop the entire thing, but I can’t. This is her life and she’s been wanting to avenge her parents. I couldn’t stand in the way of that.
“Where are you meeting him?” She deflates, the tension leaving her body as she mulls over my question, obviously relieved I’m not fighting her on it.
“The abandoned cartel warehouse outside of Phoenix. The same one the Dragons’ found while the March was pushing the cartel product.” I know exactly which one she’s referring to and it only sends more fear through me.
“Delia, it’s hard to have eyes on that location. It’s the reason the cartel used it in the first place, not to mention, they still have the jammer installed. You won’t be able to use any electrical devices inside of the building.” The more I think about it, the more this is sounding like a suicide mission and it’s making me the most anxious I’ve ever been.
“I know,” she confesses, her eyes softening. “Don’t worry. I’ll be okay. Besides, Loralee and Alonzo will be with me.”
“I don’t see how they will help you,” I retort as I get out of bed, still naked, to pace the room.
“Diego will be stationed with his sniper nearby as Jones watches on aerial footage. I’ll be okay, pretty boy. Jaeger has also agreed to build me some bombs.” Her grin lights up the room as I stop pacing to look at her.
“I don’t like it,” I admit, and she shrugs those damn shoulders.
“You don’t have to.” Then she points at my ass with a snort. “Did you put your ram’s head skull on your ass?”
“It was an excuse to get Rockz’s hands on my ass.” I smirk at her as she falls over in a fit of giggles. “What do you need me to do tomorrow?” I ask as she sits back up, her smile still firmly on her mouth.
“Be here for me when I return. I may not be Delia.”
Sleep has never come easy for me and I’m used to falling into bed by three in the morning and waking up at seven or eight. So I’m the only one up in the main room when I hear the gates open outside and a car pulling into the lot soon after. My first instinct is to grab the shotgun resting under the bar, and when that door opens, I’m pulling it out as Delia Montez comes strolling in.
She’s in her usual attire, a black trench, tight jeans, and a tank top. Her curls are wild around her face and she looks exhausted as she stops in the center of the room, her brow lifting. “Were you going to shoot me, Rockz?” She tips her head to the side as her eyes run along my arm still hidden beneath the bar.
“I was about to shoot someone coming into the March’s club at three in the morning, yeah.” I release the gun and lean on the bar, folding my arms. “What are you doing here?” Annoyance is heavy in my tone.
“Don’t worry.” She waves me off and heads toward the dorms. “I’m not here to threaten you about Chip. He’s made it abundantly clear to me tonight that we’re never going to happen.” She stops as my heart jams up into my throat, the suggestion in her tone clear. “You won.” Then she disappears down the hall, taking her insinuations with her.
What the fuck happened between her and Chip tonight?
My hand digs into my pocket as my fingers brush my cell phone, the urge to call him this late too overwhelming to ignore. Then the need to question him to his face takes over and I grab my keys from beneath the bar and head for the door. If something transpired between him and Delia tonight, I don’t want to just hear him admit it, I want to see it too. The pain of witnessing the truth will harden my resolve.
I waste no time as I speed through the night, dawn is still a couple hours off and the dark sky is filled with stars overhead. The roads are quiet and when I pull up to the Dragons’ gate, the Prospect comes out of the booth to scrutinize me. Once he sees I’m in a March cut, he lets me in and I ride into the lot, finding Chip’s bike and parking next to it. My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest as I take off my helmet and head for the door, unsure of what I’ll find on the other side.
I’ve given my whole heart to this man, something I haven’t been able to do since Harrison, and something I thought I would never be able to do again, but he changed me. Chip cracked away at the protective encasing of my heart and broke it open, spilling everything I was hiding inside. I’ve been slowly healing and now I’m afraid it’s about to be shattered for the last time.
My intuition has been screaming at me from the moment Delia opened her mouth, and I’ve never ignored it. I won’t start now. Guilt has been a constant companion since I told Chip my terms, forcing him to choose, but that’s who I am. I’m monogamous and the thought of sharing makes my skin crawl. Acid curdles in my stomach as I walk inside and find the place empty and silent. Of course everyone is in bed, and luckily for me, I know where Chip’s room is.
My footsteps echo in the corridor as I make my way to the third door on the right, finding a golden glow shining from the crack at the bottom. He either sleeps with a light on or he’s still awake. Guilt will keep someone up all night, I should know.
I rap my knuckles against his door lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up, then listen for any sounds from within. Rustling greets my ears as I imagine him getting out of bed and then his feet sound on the wood floor as he comes to the door. Within seconds he’s standing in front of me and stealing the air from my lungs.
His tousled, tawny hair falls over his forehead and his eyes are heavy like he needs sleep but just can’t succumb to it. His chest is bare and he has on a pair of pajama pants, the waistband twisted as though he threw them on before opening the door.
“Rockz?” he croaks as his voice cracks with shock. “What are you doing here?” He straightens as his chest expands and his shoulders become rigid with tension.
“Can I come in?” I motion to the inside of his room as he begins to nod, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way.
His room is adorned with shelves upon shelves of books, then more books sitting on his bedside table and desk. It’s cluttered but feels lived in and warm. “What are you doing here?” he repeats, and I turn to look at him.
Without saying a word, I pull off my cut and drape it over his desk chair, then bend to work on my boots, untying them slowly and placing them at the end of the bed. He watches me quietly, and when I begin to undo the fly of my pants, he clears his throat.
I look up to find him already hard and tenting the front of his pants, his lust coursing around us in the small confines of his room. I’m afraid to open my mouth just yet, worried that the words I know I have to say will break this spell weaving through us. Kicking my pants aside, I walk toward him and he takes a few steps back on instinct until his back meets the wall.
Fear and lust swirls in his blue eyes as his chest expands and deflates with his labored breathing. There’s no doubt in my mind that Chip has fallen in love with me, I can see it every time he looks at me, and surely the same sentiment reflects in mine. We haven’t been able to say it, both of us probably fearing it’s too soon, but now I’m sure it’ll never be said.
I walk until our chests meet and my hands hit the wall on either side of his head, the warmth of his skin seeping through my shirt. We stare deep into each other’s eyes, and after a few moments, his begins to well up. He nods, knowing exactly why I’m here, and that’s all I need as I crash my mouth to his. The kiss is like gasoline to flame as we ignite, scorching the room around us in a battle of tongues and teeth. The taste of him feeds my desire along with my anger as I growl into his mouth, forcing him to bend to me further.
His body grows lax as his hands slip up beneath my shirt to run along my sides, his nails scraping my skin. He drags my shirt up, pulling his mouth from mine long enough to remove it and toss it to the floor. Then our mouths are fused again as our skin meets, our hearts pounding the same rhythm against each other. One final dance, the last song of our relationship.
He buries his fingers into my low ponytail, ripping the tie from my hair and pulling me closer still. My hands grab his waist as I walk us back and guide him toward the bed, wanting this to never end but craving the finale. I need to feel his love crashing around me as he falls apart one last time. We part, our breaths fanning each other’s faces as he searches mine, his eyes solemn and sad. I push him back onto the bed as he bounces on the mattress, his eyes shutting as I reach down and pull his pajama pants off. He’s naked beneath, just as I suspected, and his cock is angry and swollen as it hits his lower stomach with a smack.
I remove my boxer briefs, kicking them aside as I open the bedside table, glad when I find the lube and condoms inside. Assumptions begin to cloud my mind as I wonder if these were meant for us or for him and Delia. I tamp them down though as I rip open a condom and slip it over my cock before covering my length in lube.
Throwing the tube on the bed, he knows what to do as he opens the cap and smears it on his fingers, then reaches between his legs to spread it over his asshole. I hope he realizes how rough this will be because my pain is oozing from the cracks of my broken heart, seeping throughout my body and fanning the flames of my anger. I’m mad at him for not giving us the chance to be enough, and I’m angry at myself for thinking this would work.
He grabs his cock with his fingers still covered in lube and begins to stroke himself, knowing instinctively there will be no foreplay this time. I kneel between his legs, then fall over him, guiding my hard cock to his tight hole. He grunts, his teeth clenching and his jaw tensing as I force my way inside him, pushing past the tight ring of muscle without giving him time to adjust.
I give him credit for being silent since I’m not gentle as I ram the rest of the way into him, and his muscles tense along his throat, his veins popping with the effort to hold himself together. There’s no way I can make love to him tonight, not when my heart is shattering and my agony is leaking from every pore.
Pulling back out to the tip, our eyes meet as I slam back in, jarring his body as he hisses through his teeth and tears collect along his lids. He doesn’t ask me to stop, doesn’t beg me to slow down, only continues to stroke himself through the fire I’m building between us. Soon we’ll be nothing but charred remains, the ashes a remnant of the love we let slip away.
His ass clenches around me as he moans, pleasure meeting his suffering at the hands of the man he fell in love with. The man who just wasn’t enough.
I wasn’t enough.
It hurts to admit that to myself as I tear into him, using his hole as my punching bag. He takes every hard thrust, every painful inch of me as I take out his betrayal on him. He mutters something under his breath as he comes all over his hand and stomach, the sight spurring me on and craving my own release, the sweet bliss of this finally being over.
Then we’ll be over.
I’ll release him to follow his heart, to chase after the venom of a girl who seems to ensnare every man in her path. Maybe that’s what I should’ve done from the very beginning instead of opening my heart when I had so effectively closed it off all these years.
