Se connecterSiren’s POV
I don’t wait for an explanation, for an apology, for anything. I just run. Out of the club, past the light of the building and the hum of voices, feet slamming concrete until my lungs burn and the cold night air claws at my throat.
The Dom had slid his hand up my thigh, whispered something filthy, and I’d shut him down, hard. Walked out ready to breathe, ready to think…
Blaze POVI lean back in my chair and look around the table. Apparently they delayed the whole bike job last night because Ghost got into it with Vesper and she tried to shoot him. Just a typical Tuesday for us.Now they’re all arguing about how rare and special this new bike is.“If it’s that good, it’s gonna be locked up tight,” I say.“Yeah, and probably has a guy watching it,” Glitch mumbles. “Means sneaking in and grabbing it without anyone knowing won’t be easy.”Echo laughs. “So someone knows? If we get in, get the bike, and get out clean, even if someone’s babysitting it, we still win. We got in and took it right under their noses.”He really wants this. “Okay, but what if multiple people are watching it?” I ask.“No,” Knox cuts in, leaning forward. “They keep normal bikes in the garage or the lot. Anything rare and expensive gets locked away separately. There’s not enough space for a bunch of guys to hang around in there.”Ghost slams his hand on the table. “We need to move s
Dylan POV“Ting might have formed the alliance,” I say, “but I know it was signed off on. There’s no way the other patched members don’t know or didn’t agree.”“Then you need to find out for me. What’s that woman’s name? His daughter, the prez’s?”“Allana. That’s the Prez’s daughter. Why?”“Get close to her. Spend time with her. See if she speaks.”Is he serious? I’m pretty sure half the club already suspects I’m not into women. I’m not even sure if they’re the kind of place that would accept it… or kill someone for it.“You’re thinking and not speaking,” my father says.I am thinking and not speaking, because I’m fairly certain Grim is gay. He’s got an old lady, but I’m almost positive he’s into men, and I can’t exactly tell my father I plan to talk to the gay guy instead.“Just thinking of what conversations to bring up with her,” I lie.The car stops and my father gestures toward the club. “It’s early. The bar will be quiet and most of the guys will be working. Use that. Anything s
Dylan POVWhat the actual fuck?My mind and body are completely at war. Everything hurts, but at the same time I feel strangely relaxed, almost floaty. One part of my brain is completely silent while the other half is screaming at me.I didn’t expect any of this.I’d hoped I would hate it. I’d hoped I could push him off, get turned off, and prove to myself once and for all that I wasn’t into it. Instead I came the second he pushed all the way inside me, and worse, I fucking liked it. A lot.I also didn’t expect him to turn so feral. And the scariest part? Some twisted piece of me liked that too. Nothing about me is normal.His much larger body is still covering mine completely. He’s so much bigger than me. He could really break me if he wanted to, and that thought sits heavy in my chest.“You were such a good boy for me,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses along my neck.Heat floods my cheeks. I don’t know why those words affect me so much, but they do. I like it. Fuck, I actually like
Blaze POVI grab the lube instead, slick my cock up generously, and line myself up against his hole. The head presses against him, hot and blunt.Dylan tenses immediately. “Wait—”I push in slowly, just the tip at first. He groans, trying to pull away, hips shifting forward like he can escape the stretch.“It feels weird,” he gasps, voice strained. “Blaze, it’s too—”I don’t let him finish, instead I grip his hips hard and thrust all the way in with one smooth, deep stroke.The second I bottom out, buried to the hilt inside his tight heat, Dylan’s whole body locks up. A sharp, broken cry tears out of him and his cock pulses hard against the sheets.He comes instantly.His hole clenches violently around my cock as he spills all over the bed, shak
Blaze POVI know he won’t agree, but watching him squirm underneath me is fucking satisfying. Plus, he’s stopped actively telling me to get off him. I think he’s starting to come around.Still, I have questions. A lot of them. I know almost nothing about him, except that this is where he lives and where he works.I grind down into him again just to hear that sweet groan slip out of his mouth. “I need an answer, Dylan. You agree to let me fuck you, and I’ll leave you alone after.”Okay, that’s complete bullshit. I won’t leave him alone. All I really want is for him to accept that he’s gay, at least with me.“You won’t leave me alone. I’m not fucking stupid,” he mutters.I tilt my head and nod. “I promise. Swear do
Dylan POVMy head shakes harder. “I’m not. I’ve fucked women,” I snarl.He grinds faster, not stopping. “Yeah? Is that why you came so fucking quick last time?”I can’t take it. “Stop… F-fuck, stop!” I’m right there again. My body tenses up tight as I feel myself about to explode.Then he stops, leaving me right on the edge.My body sags against the mattress, breathing ragged. I was so sure it was going to happen again.“Why let me fucking flirt if you were just going to scream ‘I’m not gay’ and run?” Blaze grinds against me again and a moan slips out before I can stop it.“S-stop.” Fuck.“Why?” He laughs low and grinds again, slow and deliberate. “You’re not a virgin. This shoul
Danielle POVI completely forgot. Sam told me he’d be calling in today, that he wanted to have lunch with me. I don’t know how it slipped my mind, but it did, and now he’s here, sitting across from me while my chest tightens with guilt and nerves. I can’t seem to relax, not with Knox still out ther
Vesper POVHis mouth is still on mine when I slide my hands down his stomach, finding the edge of his waistband. I pull open his belt, then I pop the button open and drag the zipper down slowly, just to
Vesper POVFinally, he eases me back to my feet, his hands steadying me when my legs wobble. He tucks himself away, then helps me pull my trousers back up, his fingers lingering on my hips like he’s not ready to let go.I slip back on my boots, an
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







