“Lakelyn!” he yelled.

  I gave him the middle finger over my shoulder. The pounding of his footsteps made me take off running. I tripped going up the steps and had to catch myself to stop from falling on my face. I let out a frustrated shriek when an arm around my waist picked me up. I lashed out with my feet.

  “Get your hands off me, you no good cocksucking bastard! I hate you! Why kill her if you didn’t care about or want me? She could be here right now, warming your bed and riding your cock,” I screamed as I took my nails to his forearm. I was quickly losing all control.

  “I never said a word about not wanting or caring for you. What the fuck?”

  “What else could it be? You act all loving, and then boom, as soon as you get rid of Mera and the Jacquots, you drag me here and start talking about me leaving and returning to Kearney. Well, no problem. You’ll never see or hear from me again,” I hissed.

  I cried out when I was tossed over his shoulder, and a hand was brought down on my ass. The sting morphed into heat, but I fought not to let it show. Tyrant stomped up the stairs, and I wasn’t put down until he dropped me on the bed. I scrambled across it and onto my feet. He was watching me across the bed.

  “Get out. I’ll pack and be ready in ten minutes. Have Cobra send my brother here with his things,” I demanded.

  “Why are you so upset? I thought this would be what you’d want. You can’t want to stay here with me.”

  “You’re damn right. I don’t want to stay here with you now. I was a fool to think you were anything more than a liar.”

  “What did I lie about?” he hollered.

  “This. Us. Everything.”

  “I never lied to you!”

  “Then why do you want me gone?”

  “Want you gone? I’d do almost anything to keep you forever, but I know you’ll never be able to stand me after what I did. I won’t force you to be with a man you detest and are scared of.”

  His words caused me to pause and blink. What? “Tyrant, you’re not making any sense. Why would I detest and be scared of you?”

  “Because you saw what I did to Mera. You know the monster I can be. If it calls for it, I won’t hesitate to kill, torture, or steal to protect those I love and are loyal to.”

  “I already knew those things about you.”

  “Knowing it intellectually and seeing it with your eyes are two different things. I can’t stand the thought of you flinching away from me. Or secretly enduring my touch when all you want to do is run or puke. I love you too much to make you live that way. I just need you to know that I will always love you, and there won’t ever be another old lady for me. That spot in my heart, soul, mind, on my bike, and my skin belongs to you. Fuck, why did it have to be like this?” he groaned.

  I watched him sink down on his side of the bed. He slumped forward with his head in his hands. I got on the bed and crawled over to him. When my hand touched his bare back, Tyrant flinched.

  “Don’t. I can’t handle your touch. It’s better if I don’t feel it again,” he muttered brokenly.

  “Killian, look at me,” I said softly.

  He shook his head.

  “Killian, I said to look at me!” I demanded louder and in a commanding tone. I backed it up by skimming my lips over the tats and scars on his back. His body shuddered.

  “Stop,” he said weakly.

  Driven to show him that I wasn’t disgusted or afraid of him, I ignored him and grabbed his shoulders. I yanked hard on them. He bent back toward me. I knew he wouldn’t if he genuinely didn’t want to move. As soon as he leaned back far enough, I scrambled to straddle his lap. My heart jerked when I saw the wetness on his face a moment before I kissed him.

  I poured every ounce of desire, love, and empathy into it. At first, he didn’t respond, but I kept going. I sucked on his bottom lip, then nibbled it with my teeth. I followed that up by inserting my tongue and teasing his tongue, which finally caused him to break. Tyrant returned the kiss tentatively, and then it grew deeper and more desperate.

  His hands grasped my ass cheeks, and he held tight as he made love to my mouth the way I made love to his. We were lost for some time, and as we were, my desire went through the roof. I could feel his erection pressing insistently against my soaked pussy through our jeans. Unable to wait, I tore my mouth away from his. He gave me an uncertain look. I answered it by ripping my shirt up over my head. His lust-filled eyes widened and then darkened.

  “If you love and want me, then show me. Hurry. I need you inside of me, Killian,” I panted. I had my bra undone and flung it across the room. All that was left were both our bottoms.

  I gasped as he took me by surprise and rolled, placing me underneath his body. He rose to his feet and frantically tore at the snap and zipper of my pants. In a blink, he had them, along with my panties, tugged to my knees and then gone. I moaned as he then ripped his jeans open and shoved them to his knees. He hastily stepped free of them. As usual, he was commando. His impressive cock bounced as he moved. The head was covered in shiny precum. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. As much as I wanted him to sink into my pussy and pound me into an orgasm, I needed to have him on my tongue.

  Tyrant grasped my ankles and went to spread my legs. I put my hand up, and he froze.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing. I need something first.”

  “Anything,” he answered.

  “I need your cock in my mouth. I need to savor you.”

  He groaned. “Christ, Christ, you want me to come like a teenager, don’t you? I don’t know how long I can give you that, mon amour.”

  “I’ll take as long as you give me. I love the weight of your cock on my tongue and how full you fill my mouth. And your tang makes me more desperate for you.” I admitted.

  His groan was louder, but he answered by straddling me and knee-walking himself up to my shoulders. I gripped the base of his cock but didn’t suck the head yet. Instead, I ran my tongue along the letters, reading dictator. He shuddered. When I had spelled it out entirely, I sucked the head inside and thrashed it with my tongue, swallowing his tangy flavor. I moaned.

  His hands snaked behind and under his ass to knead my tits as I stroked the base of his cock and sank on him. The stretch to my mouth challenged me to relax so I could take him deeper. His ragged breathing told me he was loving it. When he tweaked both my taut nipples, I moaned, which sent vibrations up his shaft.

  “Fuck,” he said hoarsely.

  I knew I had maybe seconds left to enjoy him, so I rolled his balls in my hand as I sucked eagerly. I whined as he yanked himself free. His face was flushed, and he wore a feral expression. I cried out in surprise when he twisted me onto my belly. My hips were snagged, and my ass was yanked roughly in the air until I was on my knees. A hand pressed hard between my shoulder blades, so I kept my chest on the mattress. I barely had time to take a breath before the blunt head of his cock touched my entrance, and then he slammed it inside of my soaked and needy pussy. I cried out his name and fisted the sheet.

  “Killian!”

  Tyrant:

  Hearing her shout my name as I sank my throbbing cock into her snug, drenched cunt made me turn bestial. After the fear of losing her due to my savageness, the relief of finding out it wasn’t true, coupled with my insane desire for her, pure, blinding lust took over. I set a ferocious pace. I knew that even if I came quickly, there would be no need for recovery time. I’d be able to ride her repeatedly tonight. And I’d make sure on the next round to get her off a few times before I blew again.

  I was just cognizant enough not to cause injury. It was the last thing I wanted to do to her. And if she indicated I was too rough, I’d slow it down. But the sounds she made and her pleas for more kept me going. My balls slapped off her pussy, sending jolts of fire through my groin. I was fucking her, yet making love to her all in one. As I did, I had to tell her what this meant.

  “I fucking love you, Lakelyn. More than I can ever tell or show you. But never doubt it’s true. I only want and need you,” I rasped.

  “I only need and want you. I love you so much, Killian,” she panted. She was pushing back to meet my thrusts despite how wild they were.

  “Good. Then, here’s the deal. My name on your skin and my property cut on your back.”

  “I already agreed to that,” she reminded me.

  “There’s more. And right after that, you’re becoming my wife. No long-ass engagement bullshit. I want you to think about forgetting the renewal of your goddamn birth control. I want a family with you. Will you do that?” I asked as I pumped faster.

  The tingling in my body was shooting from everywhere and gathering in my pelvis. I was moments away from shooting my load into her. I knew it wasn’t possible, but the mere thought of it knocking her up caused me to skip closer to release.

  “Yes! To all of it,” she screamed, then Lakelyn clasped around my cock like a vice and drowned me in her nectar.

  I got one more thrust in before I froze, bellowed her name, and released the floodgate on my cum. I pumped so much into her that I knew it would leak out and run down her thighs. The mere thought of it prolonged my orgasm and kept me hard. Lakelyn’s pussy tried to drain me, but she couldn’t do it. When she eventually relaxed into a panting, moaning puddle under me, I knew I couldn’t stop.

  What I did was pull out, drop to my knees next to the bed, and push her legs apart. She feebly tried to resist, but I refused to allow it. I latched onto her pussy and began to eat her out. She wailed but didn’t order me to stop. I’d never tasted my cum. It was surprisingly good when combined with her nectar. I paid attention to her clit and used our combined cum to coat my fingers so I could not only finger fuck her pussy but also her ass. I drove her hard toward another orgasm.

  “Oh my God, Killian, please, I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too good,” she gasped. Yet when I tried to ease my fingers out and my mouth away, her body followed me. I grinned.

  “Yes, you can. I’m not stopping unless you tell me it hurts. Otherwise, prepare to keep coming,” I ordered.

  It wasn’t long before she tightened and came again. I lapped up her sweetness and eased her tension a tiny bit. However, when I was sure she had caught her breath, I tugged her upright as I sat on the edge of the bed. She was flushed and wore a beautiful, dazed expression. I moved her until she straddled my lap, and then I kissed her. Lakelyn returned it. As we French-kissed, I lifted her hips before I tugged her down on my still erect cock. She whimpered, but she weakly raised herself and dropped down on my length. As she rode me faster and became more demanding, I sucked and bit her nipples, fingered her ass and clit, and kissed her. I watched the pleasure and love grow in her eyes.

  I kept it going until I knew I had to come again. When that happened, she’d already come for a third time, and I was the one sliding her up and down my rock-hard rod. I roared when she unexpectedly bit my nipple and scored her nails down my back. It tipped me over the edge, and she went with me. As she forced me to purge my cum inside of her, I fell back on the mattress and fought to stay conscious. Glorious. That was the only word I could think of for what had happened. I lay in an out-of-body haze, trying to think and recover from the best orgasm of my life. Exhaustion hit me.

  “I love you,” she whispered tiredly.

  “I love you too,” I said hoarsely as my eyelids slid shut. I just needed a second or two.

  ☙☙☙

  Lakelyn and I spent the majority of yesterday in bed, sleeping, talking, or making love. However, it was Friday, and I had work to do, as well as the Ohio and South Dakota chapters to thank and entertain. They were staying until Sunday to ensure we had no stragglers from the Jacquot camp to contend with.

  Cobra had kept the club in check for me yesterday. He reported that Bailey was despondent, and the other two women were sticking close to her when they could. She hadn’t tried to leave. They were keeping an eye on her. Even though she didn’t witness what we did to Mera, she could try to blame us and go running to the cops. Until we knew one way or the other, someone was always guarding her, and her phone had been taken away. Kendall and Alice were quiet, but my VP didn’t think they’d leave or narc on us.

  Lakelyn wanted to check on her but feared it would be too much for Bailey to see her. Instead, she went to help make more food for the troops and keep things running smoothly on that front. Tonight, after sanctuary, we’d hang out with everyone.

  I talked with Cobra first. He informed me that the men not killed by Bull and his men had been thoroughly warned of the consequences of saying a word, even though none of our Kings of Anarchy brothers had worn their cuts or identified themselves to them. As far as they knew, the South Dakota crew was a group of vigilantes with a score to settle with Hugo and his boys. The men seen as their primary enforcers and business muscle were killed, and those spared would remain free only as long as they forgot they ever saw anything. To be sure they did, they were being kept under close surveillance by the techs—Crypto and Virus. For now, that was all we could do.

  My second stop was to speak to Crypto. He reported that so far, there seemed to be no one who had escaped punishment who deserved it. Law enforcement had found the bodies and were chasing their tails, trying to figure out who did it. And they were trying to figure out where Hugo and Jean-Baptiste were. Since Blood had disposed of them and their other men where they’d be very unlikely ever to be found, and the techs had laid several false electronic mail and money trails, the current consensus was that Hugo and his oldest son had purged their ranks and the dead weight in their family. They were thought to have left the country to start over somewhere new. Crypto was busy dismantling their businesses and exposing their allies where he could. Some would be taken out by other chapters of the Kings or arrested by law enforcement.

  After taking care of those, I’d settled in my clubhouse office to work when a knock at the door had me calling out for whoever was on the other side to come in. When it opened, I saw a hesitant Rémi standing there. I waved him in. He entered and shut the door behind him.

  “Have a seat. Did Crypto tell you? You should be able to bring your family home in a day or two.”

  He sat down and nodded. “Yeah, he did.”

  “So what can I do for you? You said you wanted to talk the other night. Sorry you had to wait, but Lakelyn needed me.”

  “Don’t apologize, and yes, I want to talk to you. First, I’ve got to say I’m shocked that you spared me. I want you to know I won’t forget it. I never should’ve let the Jacquots use me that way. Even if they killed me, I should’ve gone to the cops after hiding my family. I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

  “Rémi, we all make mistakes, and while yours was pretty bad, it’s not as foul as theirs,” I assured him.

  “Thanks, and I need you to know that no matter how long it takes, I’ll do my best to make up for what I can, which is why I wanted to talk to you. I’d like to start by offering you my assistance in dealing with more people and organizations like theirs. I have penance to make. I hope you’ll let me do that. Anytime you need me, just holler. I plan to stay in the Turmoil area.”

  His words had me thinking of a thought I’d already had and mentioned to Cobra this morning. My VP had agreed with my idea.

  “Do you mean that? Anything?” I asked.

  “As long as it doesn’t entail hurting innocent people, then yes,” he immediately answered.

  “And what if it involves seeing if you have what it takes to become a King?” I asked.

  Disbelief quickly morphed into astonishment on his face. His mouth hung open for a few seconds before he answered. “Are you fucking with me?”

  I chuckled. “Well, I do like to mindfuck people, as you saw with Jean-Baptiste, but in this instance, no, I’m not. I’d like to see if you have what it takes to be one of us. We’re not angels by any means. Some would say we deserve what happened to the Jacquots to happen to us. However, I like to think there are degrees of villainy. Some may be needed. I need to know if you’re interested in it before we hold sanctuary tonight. It requires the club to vote on it. If any of them disagree with offering it to you, I can’t do it. However, I have a feeling they might say yes. I don’t expect your answer now. Think about it. Because even if they say yes and you prospect, you can still not get patched in or end up dead if you sell us out,” I warned him.

  “I don’t need to think about it, Tyrant. If they’ll have me, then I’d love to prospect. And I know there’s no guarantee, but I swear I won’t backstab you unless you turn into men like Hugo and his boys. I draw the line at selling people,” he warned me.

  I stood and held out my hand. “Then let’s see what they say.”

  We shook on it and then spent a couple more minutes talking about his family and what this could mean for them before he left me to my work. He expressed a desire for them to move to Turmoil so they could be closer to him and so he could keep an eye on them. I told him we’d help him find a safe place for his family.

  Those conversations happened hours ago. Now, I was bringing sanctuary to a close. We’d met with the other two chapters first and then let them relax so we could conclude our chapter’s other business for the night. I had one more thing to bring up. I caught Cobra’s gaze, and he raised his eyebrow. It was time. I yelled for attention rather than rapping my knuckles on the tabletop. They were still cut up and sore from beating Jean-Baptiste. Lakelyn had been treating them with kisses and antibiotic ointment. Everyone quieted down and gave me their full attention.