Se connecterTitan POV Annoyance flashes hot through me. I grip her tighter, haul her against my mouth, and push her over with no mercy, sucking her clit, holding her there, making sure she doesn’t get to hide inside a prayer.She breaks with a cry that wrecks the room.“Yes—oh God, yes—”I groan into her and drink it, every pulse, every shake, Quinn still ghosting under the sweetness of her coming on my tongue. I don’t let her squirm away. I lick her through it until she’s gasping and twitching and her legs are shaking around my ears. Only then do I lift my mouth enough that she has to hear me.“God,” I growl, and I suck her clit until her hips jerk against my mouth.“I should take that as a compliment, shouldn’t I? You spent your whole life saving that name for the moments you needed something greater than yourself.”I come up just far enough to grip her chin and make her look at me.“It isn’t a compliment. It means I haven’t pushed you hard enough. He’s still in your head while I’m the one on
Titan POVI’m not mocking her religion. I’m not trying to make her God look cheap. I just think she’s mocking herself by not being honest. If she had any real plan of going back, her body wouldn’t be arching up into mine like she needs the contact to stay standing. That’s the part she doesn’t want to name. Not the habit. Not the house she grew up in. This. The way she leans when she should shove.This isn’t about making God less than perfect in her eyes. It’s about showing her there can be other gods. That she gets a choice. She can kneel for a quiet sky or she can admit the dark already taught her how to want. She looks fucking amazing like this, furious and flushed and still tipped toward me.I crowd her more and put my mouth on hers.She whimpers instantly, pushes closer, and opens for me like the argument never happened. That’s what I meant. She isn’t going back to holy. She’ll burn alive every night remembering how it felt to be touched. Every night her mind will replay being cra
Titan POVI tip my head, still easy in my seat, and look at Echo because I want him to feel the shape of it. He wanted a clear answer before he punished me. He just got one that makes my so-called trial look like a slap on the wrist.“So for two years you’ve been fucking single?” Echo glares at him.I don’t let that number sit. Numbers matter when a man’s been lying with his whole chest.“It’s been four years, Echo. Four years of him fucking women and playing nice when he knew all along he was single.”Four years of Hex walking through this club under a shadow that wasn’t real. Four years of brothers keeping their hands to themselves because they thought Glitch had already done the claiming. Four years of me being painted as the problem for testing a lock that was never on the door.Glitch’s chair creaks. “What do you gain from this?”The question’s supposed to gut me. It’s supposed to make me look small, like I dragged their private wreckage onto the table for sport and nothing else.
Titan POVI step into church with my head high and a grin already stretching across my face. The second the door shuts behind me, the whole room goes quiet. Echo opens his mouth to start the meeting, but I lift a hand and cut him off before a single word leaves him.“I know you told me to help out today,” I say, dropping into my seat like I own it, “but I had a little recon to do. Club work, I promise.”Echo stares at me for a long second, then sighs and leans forward. “Okay. Let’s talk about this merger.”I shake my head, still smiling. “Let’s not. How about we talk about me, and the little issue you all seem to have?”“Fuck’s sake, Titan,” Echo mutters. “Not everything is about you.”“Oh, but this is.” I look around the table, making eye contact with every single brother who suddenly finds the wood grain fascinating. “You’ve all got things to say, right? Say them while I’m sitting right here.”There's nothing but silence.I laugh, low and delighted. “Okay then. Let me talk. You don’
This is the start of the next book.Titan POVWarmth presses in from both sides the feel of soft skin. The faint scent of perfume and last night’s bad decisions. I crack one eye open and find a woman on my left, another on my right. Both still dead to the world.Hell. How much did I drink?I slide out from between them without waking either one, grab the first pair of boxers I find on the floor, and drag them on. The clubhouse is quiet as I pad barefoot into the bar. My head throbs like someone’s taking a tire iron to it, so I do the only sensible thing. I pour a healthy measure of whiskey into a glass and knock it back in one go. Hair of the dog. Best medicine there is.“You slept through church.”My head snaps up. Echo stands on the other side of the bar, arms folded, looking like someone just pissed in his coffee.I give him my most charming grin. “Was it that important?”Something sails through the air at my head. I dodge it easily and watch whatever it was clatter across the floo
Dylan POVI shove the papers to the side and lean back in the chair. Done. I’m finally fucking done.My eyes drift out the window to my bike parked outside. These past three months have been strange as hell.I went from doing the absolute shit work, scrubbing toilets, cleaning up vomit and blood after wild parties, to this. Blaze had argued hard that I shouldn’t have to do any of that as his partner, saying they didn’t make the women do it. But I’m a prospect, so I told him I didn’t want special treatment. I wanted to earn my patch the same as everyone else.So yeah, I scrubbed toilets. I cleaned up piss and puke. I earned my way up to working on bikes. I’m still not great at it, but Blaze taught me the basics on slow afternoons.Then they pulled me into church one day and said I was wasted on mechanical work. Instead, they gave me a more business-focused role, something I actually knew from growing up in my father’s world. Numbers, routes, deals. I also came in handy when we needed c
Knox POVI’ve spent all damn morning either locked in church with the guys or alone, digging through anything I can find that might give us answers. Three hours of sitting around that table, every one of us pulling apart what litt
Echo’s POVShe’s hot when she’s mad, even hotter when she’s in charge. I can see why Theo gets off on it now.“I want my Starbucks and McDonald’s,” she snaps, climbing off me l
Davina POVMy tongue drags slow along his cock, and it jerks, hardening again under my mouth.“Little Birdie,” he whispers, voice ragged, fingers gripping my jaw hard enough to bruise. “I want to d
Echo POVShe steps closer, the air thickening with her control, her heat radiating against my skin as she stops just inches away, close enough for me to feel the pull of her like a tide I can’t fight. Her hand lifts, one finger tracing the







