His words had her breathing harder and faster, had her chest rising and falling as she tried to suck in more air.

  “My bear wants you, Molly.” He slowly moved his gaze up her body until he was looking in her face again. “He wants you in every way, wants to claim you, own you, make sure you know that there is no other male that will fucking touch you.”

  Ludicrous. Insane. Crazy.

  All of those meant the same thing, yet they all three filled her in different ways and described this situation to a T.

  He took step closer, and this low, guttural sound left him. “Touch your cunt.”

  That term for one of her body parts might have offended her on another occasion, but the way he said it made her feel heated, pliant, and so ready to have him shove that huge cock deep inside of her. Sliding her hand down her belly, she didn’t stop until she slipped her fingers between her slick folds. The bottom of her hand brushed along her clit, and a gasp of pleasure left her.

  “Fuck yourself. Let me see you push two fingers deep into your pussy, baby.” Stinger looked so tense, and his muscles strained under his inked skin.

  Molly was on the verge of coming right now, and that startled her as she had never gotten off using her fingers alone. But her pussy was so soaked that when she did slide her middle finger in, and then her index one into her body she had to bite her lip to keep herself from orgasming. “God, I’m so wet for you.”

  He groaned deeply, and it sounded more animalistic than human.

  She wanted to get off with him in her, pounding that hard rod deep inside of her pussy until he couldn’t go any further.

  “Fuck yourself with them, Molly.” He sounded breathless in a purely masculine way.

  God, he had a sadistic streak to him, because this was pure torture. Molly started sliding her fingers in and out of her, but she was so wet they moved easily, and made a suctioning sound as if her body tried to draw them back in. For a solid minute he just watched as she pleasured herself, and it was taking every ounce of her self-control not to just let go until the pleasure consumed her. If he didn’t take her now she wasn’t going to be able to last, but before she could tell him that, or even beg him to fuck her, which she was on the verge of doing, he let go of his dick. She watched him take the condom he held in his other hand, take it out of the packaging, and slide it down his shaft. Never had watching a man do that been more erotic than it was seeing Stinger do it.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Molly.” He placed a knee on the bed and placed his hands on her inner thighs.

  Before she could say anything or react to what he was doing he moved his hands over her legs, smoothed them along her inner thighs, perilously close to her pussy, and then moved them back around so he could grab her waist. He moved her up the bed so he could lay on his stomach between her legs, and the feel of his warm, humid breath right along her sensitive folds had her resting her head back on the mattress and closing her eyes. Her fingers itched to hold onto him, but instead she tightened her grasp on the sheets beneath her, and held on as he breathed harder, as if he was trying to control himself.

  “You smell so fucking good, look so damn amazing.” His hands were in her inner thighs again, and the way he dug his fingers into her flesh was both painful and arousing. “I’m going to eat you out so damn hard you won’t be able to stop yourself from grinding your cunt all over my face.” And then he had his mouth pressed right to her pussy and was delivering on that promise. He licked and sucked at her soaked flesh, tugged at her labia until a sting accompanied the pleasure, and then sucked her clit into his mouth. For several seconds he pulled at her nub until she felt it swell with blood, and she knew she was going to come all over his face. “Go on, baby, grind your pussy all over me. Get your cream on my mouth and pull at my hair. Make me fucking hurt.” The vibrations from his voice went right to her core until she shook all over.

  Lifting her hands and spearing them into his longer hair was easier said than done. She was weak, trembling, and so damn needy under his touch. Stinger was an animal as he licked her, bit her, and shoved his tongue into her pussy over and over again. She tugged at the strands of his hair and started pressing her pussy against his face. The act was wanton and dirty in only the best of ways. He growled against her flesh, and when he started sucking on her clit again he also shoved two thick and long fingers into her. She might not be a virgin, and she had given birth before, but even with only having two digits inside of her she felt the stretch and burn. It had been nearly two years since she had been with a man, and being with Stinger was surely going to ruin all other sexual experiences she had in the future.

  Her climax exploded from her fast and hard until she grew lightheaded, saw stars dance behind her closed eyelids, and had perspiration lining her flesh as she strained against him. But Stinger was never-ending and seemed to like to exert his dominance and sadistic need on her. She was sensitive, had a euphoric feeling moving through her, and knew this was only the beginning.

  “Mmm, you taste so damn addicting.” He flattened his tongue and ran it from her pussy hole to her clit. He did that a few more times until she knew she’d come again from that act alone. “Look at me.”

  Molly had to force her eyes open, and when she did it was to see the glossy sheen that covered Stinger’s mouth. That was her wetness, her arousal that was on his lips. Despite her orgasm just seconds before, she grew hot again as her lust intensified from that very sight. But clearly Stinger wasn’t ready to fuck her, because he reached out, took hold of her waist once more, and flipped her onto her belly. Did he want to take her this way? She had done everything imaginable in the term of having sex, loved all of it, but she had assumed he might want to just slide right into her as her legs had been open and she was more than willing. But it seemed what he wanted to do was not fuck her doggy style or have anal sex with her like she assumed. Instead, he pulled he legs apart until he could fit his wide shoulders between them again, took an ass cheek in each of his hands, and spread her bottom wide. The chilled air moved along her anus, and although she was hot from coming and just having the heat of Singer surrounding her, she shivered. Her wetness had slipped down the crease of her ass until it was nearly as lubed up as her pussy was, but that was clearly what Stinger liked. He grunted and growled out curses as he clenched and unclenched his hands on her bottom. And then he was licking at her pussy again, sucking at it like he was drunk on the flavor of her. God, he was making her feel so good. Although Molly had experienced a lot, though just with Malice, she had never experienced it like this. Stinger wrapped his arm around her middle, hauled her up so she was bracing her body on her knees, and then kept one hand on her ass cheek to keep her open for him. Over and over he tormented her.

  “Christ, you taste so good, baby.” He moved his hand down her belly and pressed his thumb to her clit, but he never stopped licked her pussy. And then he surprised the hell out of her by moving back, spearing a finger into her body, and coating the digit with her arousal. He pressed his finger to her anus, teased the puckered hole for a few seconds, and then pressed it inward. The feeling of having his finger in her ass, of his mouth back on her pussy, and his thumb rubbing slow circles around her clit had a crescendo growing inside of her. It was a torrent of sensation, one that she couldn’t handle any longer.

  “Oh, God, Stinger.” Burying her face in the mattress she cried out her orgasm, but it was when he pulled his mouth away and slapped the left cheek of her bottom, and then the right, that she screamed out as her pleasure intensified. He spanked her repeatedly until her ass burned and then grew numb, and only when she pleaded for him to stop did he remove his finger from her body and flip her on her back once more. Her tits shook from side to side from the sudden movement, and her legs fell open to the side. She was at his mercy, but didn’t want him to go easy. Two orgasms later and she was still greedy for his cock.

  “You’re going to be screaming a lot more than the word God when I’m done with you.” He framed her pussy with his hands and moved his thumbs back and forth along the edge of her labia. That small touch, although highly erotic and tantalizing, screamed a lot more than just sex. It was a touch that really did mean that her pussy was his, that he owned the shit out of it, and that there was nothing that could be changed because of it.

  Molly knew that during sex emotions were high, and everything that happened right now in this room with Stinger was nothing more than two people coming together in a physical way. She didn’t expect a relationship, hell, didn’t even want one with another MC member … right?

  She still had her eyes open, still watched Stinger, but his focus was between her legs. And then he was taking hold of his shaft and leading the tip to her entrance.

  “I’ll try and go slow, but fuck, baby, I am so damn turned on right now.” His chest expanded, his muscles contracted, and he looked up at her. “And my bear wants out to tear you the fuck up.” He held her gaze with his own for several seconds, maybe seeking her approval of actually going this far. No way in hell Molly was going to stop this.

  “I don’t want easy and slow. I just want you to fuck me.” She lifted her hand, dug her nails into his thick biceps, and felt the muscles clench under her hold. She knew the touch had to be painful, but she could also tell he liked receiving that sting of pain as much as she did. They both liked their ecstasy as much as their agony, and maybe that was what had drawn them together … two identical souls seeking out a mutual night of primal surrender.

  God, where the hell had that thought come from?

  He pushed the head of his dick inside of her, and all thoughts left her. Their gazes locked as he shoved every last inch of his thick cock into her so hard and fiercely that she jerked up on the bed. Her mouth parted on a silent cry as he stretched her to the point that tears built in the corner of her eyes.

  “Christ,” he gritted out as he let his head fall back slightly, and the tendons in his neck became visible. He didn’t move within her, didn’t pound his shaft into her cunt even though she could tell he wanted to, but instead stayed within her motionless.

  The seconds moved by, and she knew he was grappling with his self-control. She swore she could see his body growing bigger and thicker, and knew that his bear was truly trying to come out. Maybe Molly should have been frightened, but the thought that a man like Stinger couldn’t even control himself with her was a heady, intoxicating feeling. He might be physically superior to her, but in this instance she was the stronger one. He started thrusting back and forth, harder and faster until small gasps left her own their own. She dug her nails even further into his flesh, and he hissed out and looked down at her.

  “I’m trying to be a man and not an animal, Molly.” His pupils constricted and dilated over and over again, as if he was fighting with his bear.

  “I’ve been with a man before. Right now I want you, bear and all.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and she wondered for only a second if she should regret saying them. The sound that came from Stinger was so masculine and untamed she had never heard anything like it before. And then he was pulling out and slamming back into her, faster and more forcefully than when he first penetrated her. All she could do was hold on and ride out the wave of pleasure he was creating inside of her.

  He leaned back enough that he could watch as he plowed in and out of her. “Put your hands above your head,” he said but didn’t look at her face.

  Molly did has he said, and when she was stretched out before him he took hold of both of her wrists in one of his hands and tightened his hold on her. Sweat coated her skin, and his body moved along hers, slicked with his own perspiration. Their breathing was loud in the small room, and even though she wanted to cry out because it felt so good, nothing came from her. But the sounds that Stinger made had goose bumps popping out along her flesh, and had her pussy becoming even wetter. His dark hair brushed his chin, but because he was just as sweaty as she was they stuck to his temple. This powerful expression was on his face, but he was looking at her now, right at her, and she swore he could see right into her soul.

  “You think this is the only time I’ll fuck you?” He slammed into her hard. “You think I’ll be satisfied with this one night, Molly?” He pumped into her again, harder than last time, and hit something deep and sensitive, something had had her pussy clenching around his cock uncontrollably. “That’s it, fucking milk my cock until we both come.” He thrust again and again, hitting her g-spot until stars of black and white danced before her vision. He was sweating heavily now, and those beads of wetness dropped onto her belly. The feeling was hot and then cooled, but everything else faded away when he placed his thumb on her clit, pressed on the nub, and rubbed it back and forth.

  Molly exploded right then and there for the fourth time, but this time it was a different kind of orgasm, one that stole her breath, had her heart stalling in her chest, and had her wetter than she had ever been before. But this wasn’t wetness from her arousal, but a gush that left her, had Stinger cursing wildly, and nearly paralyzed her. Molly arched her back, unable to control even the most basic movements at this second. It seemed like an eternity passed before she heard the sounds of the room saturate her senses.

  “Look at me.”

  She forced her head off the mattress, but it was hard as hell as the sensations of this different kind of pleasure washed through her. He was still pounding in and out of her, and the sweat that covered his body made his ink and muscles stand out in stark relief.

  “You are so fucking beautiful like this.” He breathed out, closed his eyes, and growled low. His thrusting increased impossibly further, and she knew he was close to coming. He opened his eyes and stared right into hers. “So open and coming so hard you are getting everything fucking soaked.” And then he stilled deep inside of her, bottomed all the way out and roared out as he came.

  It was the most intense thing Molly had ever seen, and she had seen a lot of shit in her life. When his body stopped shaking violently he collapsed over her, but braced his hands right beside her head before he crushed her with his massive weight. His face was close to hers, and their breath mingled together. It still looked like he was trying to get control of himself even though he had just gotten off. He pulled out of her, and a soft sound left her at the feeling of being suddenly empty. When he was beside her they lay there in silence for a few minutes, both trying to control their breathing.

  She had just had a one-night stand. The first one she had ever had. It didn’t matter that Stinger had sounded like he was making some kind of declaration while he had been fucking her. Things were said in the moment of passion, and those kinds of words spoken were not something she wanted to think about too deeply, or if he truly did mean them. Their lives were different, she was different, and she had gotten away from the MC life. But how could she step away from a life she was tied to through her son? And how could she turn her back on the men that she had grown to care about like family? Molly may not agree with everything they did, but for every violent and illegal act they committed in the name of their club, The Brothers of Menace did something kind. Taking in those women who had been selling their bodies, making sure they were safe and not subject to being abused by their pimp was something they didn’t have to do. They had, though, and all because the women had needed help. Jumping into something more than just this one night with Stinger wasn’t smart. There were just too many obstacles that could get between them, and she didn’t want to live a complicated life—not any more than normal, that is.

  “You’re thinking pretty hard there.”

  She turned her head and looked at Stinger. He had his eyes closed, but she wasn’t surprised he could sense things. He was a shifter after all, but it wasn’t about that. Men of his breed—men like Malice and every other member of The Brothers of Menace—had this sixth sense to them. That was what made them so lethal. He opened his eyes when she didn’t answer, and turned his head so they were looking at each other now.

  “And I’m sure it has to do with the fact you think this is a one-night stand.” He kept his expression stoic, yet hard. “You heard what I said while my cock was deep inside of your pussy, right?” He phrased it like a question, but she knew it wasn’t really one. “Do you want this to end after tonight?”

  Molly stared at him for a few seconds, but then looked at the ceiling again and thought about his words. What her mind was screaming at her to say, and what her body really wanted were two very different things. But before she could answer Stinger had his hand between her thighs, covered her pussy, and slipped a finger into her sensitive body. She parted her lips and felt her eyes widen at the penetration.

  “Tell me, Molly.” He had since shifted his position so he was braced on one of his elbows. He didn’t finger-fuck her, didn’t even move as he stared at her with this determination on his face, and even a slight sliver of anger resonating from him.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say.” She swallowed. Her throat was thick, and even though they had just been intimate, this kind of closeness was on a whole different level.

  “No?” He cocked one dark eyebrow. Still he didn’t move the digit inside of her, just held absolutely still. He had such a masculine face, and the light stubble of a couple of days’ beard growth made him seem even manlier. He removed his finger and held it up. It had residual arousal from her covering it, but she could only stare there in shock—even after everything they had just done—as he brought that finger to his mouth and sucked off every drop of her cream off. “I dare you to tell me I didn’t just own the shit out of this pussy.”

  Before she could answer her cell vibrated on the bedside table. For a moment neither spoke or moved. Molly couldn’t bring herself to move away from Stinger, and as much as she wanted to hate that fact, she really couldn’t find it in herself to feel that way. Her phone stopped vibrating, but a second later it started right up again. “I should take that.” She held his gaze once more, and then rolled to her other side to grab her phone. The screen read MALICE, and she closed her eyes. Of course he would pick this time to call her, because it was the most awkward moment of the night. “Hello?” She sat on the edge of the bed.