LOGINBlaze POVI pull back and flip Dylan onto his stomach, my hands firm but careful on his hips. “Grab the headboard again.”He doesn’t hesitate. His fingers instantly wrap tight around the metal bars like he needs something solid to hold onto.I push his legs wider apart and drape my body over his, covering him completely. My cock slides between his cheeks as I line myself up, then I sink in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight heat that swallows me.He groans long and low, trying to push back against me, but I’ve got him pinned beneath my weight.There’s something about having him like this, small, trapped under me, and completely at my mercy, that makes my blood run hotter.I’ve never wanted to ruin someone the way I want to ruin him. I know I’m a sadistic bastard, but Dylan brings it out in me like no one else. Every time he’s under me, I want to break him apart and put him back together again.I settle deep inside him, feeling his ass clench and flutter around my cock. It takes
Dylan POVWithout warning, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.I cry out sharply, back arching off the bed. Fuck. I forgot how full he makes me feel, how completely he stretches and owns me. The overwhelming sensation of being so full of him leaves me gasping, trembling beneath him.He pulls back nearly all the way out before thrusting in again. The stretch is so intense it steals my breath. Blaze fills me completely, thick and deep, and for a second all I can do is gasp, my body clenching around him like it’s trying to pull him even further inside.He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me as he stays buried to the hilt, giving me just a moment to adjust.“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, voice rough and filthy. “Look at you taking every inch like you were made for my cock. So fucking tight… like this greedy little hole missed me as much as I missed it.”I moan helplessly, fingers white-knuckling the headboard. He pulls back slowly, almost all
Dylan POVI shouldn’t agree. I shouldn’t go back to the club with him. The thought loops in my head like a warning I can’t silence.I don’t want to be another weakness he has to carry, another target for people to use against him. He deserves someone stronger, someone like Titan who can stand beside him without dragging him down. But arguing with Blaze right now feels pointless.He’s made up his mind, and deep down a selfish part of me doesn’t want to fight him anyway. I just hope he understands how bad this will look to the other clubs.Those heavy thoughts scatter the second he flips us, putting me on top. His eyes darken as they drop, and I follow his gaze down to where his hand is slowly stroking his cock. My mouth goes dry.“Get it wet for me baby, then I’ll fuck you.”He pushes me down gently but firmly. My body obeys before my brain can catch up, sliding lower until his cock is right in front of my face.He watches me the entire time, intense and focused, like he’s memorizing e
Blaze POVHe stays silent, jaw tight, fingers digging into the sheets. Is it because I mentioned the stutter? The thought twists in my chest. “You know I don’t care about you stuttering, right? Sometimes I actually fucking find it hot.”He scoffs and turns his head sharply away, eyes glistening with frustration and something deeper, more painful. I reach out, grasping his chin gently but firmly, and turn his face back to mine. “You stuttering isn’t a fucking issue for me.”“Y-y-y-eah?” he spits, the word cracking as he glares at me through watery eyes. “B-b-b-b-b—” He groans in pure aggravation and rubs both hands roughly over his face, like he’s trying to scrub the weakness away.I let out a slow breath, my thumb brushing lightly over his jaw. “Get showered and cleaned up, then come back out and talk.” I release him and lean back, giving him space. Hopefully the hot water will ease some of the tension out of his body, even if it can’t fix what’s tearing him up inside.I watch him pus
Blaze POVWe’ve lost Dylan, entirely. Whatever phone he was messaging me from can’t be fucking traced. I spent all night and day searching but I can’t find him.I’ve checked his apartment but he hasn’t gone back there. Glitch has been working to try and find out as well and that has me anxious.“Declan wouldn’t kill him,” Ghost says.“How do you know? He’s fucking vanished.” I rub my face. I should have ran after him yesterday and ignored his father. I would have known where he went.“Look, he’s going to show up.”“If he’s alive,” I snap.“Always so dramatic,” Titan chuckles and I flip him off.My phone buzzes and I grab it. I stare at the number and open the message.“After the fuck up, figured you should know your boyfriend is highly drunk, I’ll keep an eye on him until you get here.”“Grim has him,” I mutter.“Grim?” Knox laughs. “He went to Grim?”“No, I think Grim just found him drunk.” I type out a message asking where he is, and get the name of a hotel an hour away. “I need to
Dylan POVI sit here for a long time, the phone still in my hand, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol. My chest feels tight, like something is crushing me from the inside. All those years. All the times I tried to make him proud. All the times I pushed down who I was to be the perfect hidden heir.It was never real.I was never real to him.Just a tool. A useful shadow. A way to get information no one else could.I laugh bitterly, the sound hollow in the empty hotel room. The laugh turns into something closer to a sob, and I press the heel of my hand against my eyes, trying to stop it. I won’t cry for him. I won’t.But the tears come anyway.I was never going to take over. He knew it when I was a child. He kept lying to me for years, letting me believe I had a purpose, a future, while planning to give it to my brother the whole time.And Blaze knew before me.That hurts more than anything else. The man I pushed away, the man I told to get the fuck out of my life, knew the trut
Ghost POVI set the rhythm first with nothing but my voice. I tell her when to breathe. I tell her when to hold. I tell her when I want her to look at me and when I want her eyes closed so she can feel everything with no defenses left. I don’t push for depth at the sta
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
Danielle POVI don’t even think. I just reach for the nearest thing I can grab, and my hand closes around the heavy candle holder that’s always sat in the middle of the table. I hurl it with a sharp cry.It smashes straight through the windo
Knox POVI keep her against me as I climb off the bike, one arm tight around her back and the other under her thighs. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just clings to me like she doesn’t know how to let go.







