INK (The Celtic Reapers)

INK

Staring into her eyes, I felt my cock hardened. I knew something was up the moment I stepped inside. The air in the club felt like it had changed, and some of my brothers had their eyes on me.

Glancing around, the first I spotted was Smokey behind the bar. He was serving, which was odd. You would find him sitting by the bar, drinking until he couldn’t stand, which took a lot. The moment my eyes locked with his, there was something there I could decipher, and the grin that was never a good sign usually showed that there was something at play.

My mind raced until an image of Lyla popped into my head. My eyes scanned around, looking for my girl, but she wasn’t around.

Still scanning around, I noticed Aero walking over to me with the red-headed and slapping me on the shoulder. “I sent her to have some fun,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “If you go through those doors, you may catch her.”

My heart skipped, but what he said next made it stop.

“She’s with Gunner,” he said, making me stare at him and glared. He couldn’t be serious. After the shit that fucker put the last girl through, he put her with my girl. Like fuck.

Spinning around, I gripped Aero’s shirt and growled. “You know what he did,” I gritted out, making him look at me with wide eyes. Then realization formed. “Fuck,” he growled. “It slipped my mind. Blame it on the drink.”

I let go of his shirt. “Where are they?” I asked, ready to kill.

“In the back room,” he muttered. “He overheard me talking to Smokey and the others. I wanted her to have fun, and they would keep her company until you came in. He offered to it since they were the same age.”

“Like fuck,” I muttered and stormed off.

Gunner was a prospect of ours, but no one did a deep dive on him when he arrived. He lied to get in here, and we took him at his word. We only found out when a girl arrived the other night to tell us he wasn’t who he said he was and even had proof to show us. Our club will give anyone the benefit of the doubt when they have done wrong, but Gunner had been in prison for raping a woman, which with our club, we don’t accept. He came here to start a new life. He told us he had been to jail but never expressed what for. I told Aero to look into him, but he didn’t want to, and the kid would tell us when he was ready.

Moving my hand from Lyla’s hair, I cupped her face. Her eyes were wide like she didn’t understand what I had said. “Princess,” I muttered. “You better start talking, or I’m carrying you to my damn room to fuck the screams out of you!”

Lyla’s eyes widened more, making the corners of my lips curl into a grin. “Well,” I said, leaning closer. Making sure my lips were close to hers.

Lyla’s mouth would get her in trouble when it was sassy. I heard the door open, but a gasp slipped, making both of us move to the side and see the red-headed woman that Aero had been staring back at us. Her lips curled up into a grin while she squealed. “Oh, I have to tell Aero,” she said, returning and heading inside. My eyes moved to Lyla, who was now looking at me. “Can we leave?” she asked. “And we can talk then.”

I grinned and placed my lips back on hers. I pecked her lips and pulled back. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Move. The door on the left is mine.”

Lyla nodded while I stepped away and placed my arm around her shoulder. I pulled her toward me close and walked with her.

This was all I had ever dreamed of, having her with me, and now it was happening. I know I should have told Buzz earlier, but Maggie was there.

Lyla and I walked toward my room. I opened the door and let her walk in first. I stepped inside and closed the door with my foot. I leaned back on the door and watched while Lyla stopped in the middle of my room and looked around. Her eyes scanned over the drawings I had done over the years. I design bikes and enjoy drawing all together.

“Wow!” she whispered, drinking everything in.

Pushing off the door, I walked over and gripped her waist. Lyla stilled in my arms but soon settled and leaned back on me. Moving my head to the crook of her neck, her scent wafts toward me and overcomes me like it usually does.

Lyla lets out a sigh. “So, you have dreamt of kissing me, huh?” she asked, making my lips curl against her skin. Damn, this woman will be the death of me if I don’t get what I want.

“You have no idea what I dream about, princess,” I muttered against her neck. “I would make you wet and begging for more.”

Lyla said nothing but pulled away from me. I stared at her while she turned around to face me. “What do you want, Ink?” she asked, stepping back. I took her full length in—from the short skirt to the damn tight top she wore. I wanted her. There was no denying that. There was one thing for sure: I wouldn’t let her go now that she was in my room.

I moved toward her, placing my hand on her waist, and pulled her back toward me with a grin. “You,” I murmured, capturing her lips again. I grip hold of her tight and lift her into my arms. Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist while her arms went around my neck.

My hands went to her ass and moved the small fabric that barely covered her up over her ass cheeks, making sure it rested on her waist. I had too many clothes on and needed her like last year.

I moved toward my bed, but still moving my tongue around her mouth, till I felt my legs hit my bed. I pulled back and grinned. “Lay back,” I said, unraveling her from me. She stood before me but sat on the bed. I watched her every move until she stopped by the pillows. “Spread your legs,” I said, removing my cut and placing it over the chair while I kept my eyes focused on her.

Lyla watched my every move until I stood before her. I pulled my top over my head and threw it on the floor. Lyla’s eyes widened, but she moved her eyes over my body. She drew her lip in with her teeth.

Fuck, what I could do to that mouth was no one’s business.

“Eyes up here, princess,” I said, making her eyes meet mine. I moved toward the bed and knelt. I grabbed her ankles, pulling her toward me, but parted her legs slightly. I looked at her but moved my hands over her legs till I reached her thighs. “What happens tonight will change between us?” I said, moving up and making my hands stay on her thighs.

“How?” she rasped.

I grinned.

“Well, for one,” I said, moving my hand up her thigh till I reached her panties. “I’m going to make you mine, and second,” my eyes boring back into hers. “I don’t share what’s mine. Not even my old lady.”

Her eyes rounded. “Old lady,” she whispered, sounding shocked. I gave her a nod. “I want my princess to know exactly what I do. When I have her, she is mine. I will have her screaming my name for all to hear, and I don’t care if daddy is here either.”

I don’t. Buzz will find out eventually, but tonight I am focused on making her mine. No Gunner or other biker will have her—only me.

I slip my finger under her panties and remove them from her. I focus on her until I throw them somewhere on the floor. She wouldn’t need them till never.

My eyes darted to her cunt, which sent my cock hardening more. Her folds glistened with her juices. She was wet, and this was all for me.

Looking up at her, I licked my lips and moved my hands to the back of her legs, pulling her toward me. “I want a taste,” I said, getting into place.

Lyla stares at me, but her lips part. “Please,” she begs.

I grin back, knowing this is never going to be the last for me. I lean toward her dripping wet cunt and breath in her scent, and damn, she smelt so good. I placed my thumb on her clit and circled while my tongue darted between her folds. Her juices landed on my tongue, making me growl. I move further in, making her moan loudly.

“Ink!” she moans.

I lose myself and eat her delicious cunt. The way she wriggles makes me stop and look up to her with a smile. My chin coated with her juices. “Stop wiggling,” I growled. “I’m eating. Don’t disturb me. Now, grip my hair or the sheets, princess. I’m going to make you cum and more than once. I want to hear your voice while you hold me in place till I can’t breathe.”

Lyla stared at me while her chest raised and fell. She was clearly turned on. “Keep looking like that at me, and I will have you over my knee,” I muttered. “Spanked and fucked with a finger or three.”

Lyla’s eyes stay on mine, but there seems to be something playful there. “Promise,” she said, making me cock my eyebrow up at her.

“Princess,” I said, smiling. “You will be spanked, fucked, and eaten. Now, let me return to my delicious meal and scream loudly for me. I want everyone to hear you.”

Lyla smiled as I moved back into position. Placing my tongue into her folds, I move in and out. I tongue fuck that hole till I feel a hand grip my hair and pushed me further in, taking more of her juices.

That’s my girl, gripping her legs and closing them against my head. Keeping me locked in place, I tongued fucked her hard. Her screams echoed and got louder with every thrust of my tongue. Her cunt tightened around my tongue and exploded hard, giving me more of her essence. I kept feasting and not letting up.

Her hand in my hair tightened when she realized I wasn’t going to stop. I kept fucking her with my tongue; I wanted her wet for my cock.

“Ink!” she screamed loudly when her second orgasm came.

My cock was painfully hard in my jeans, but I knew I wanted more of her. I needed her. Damn it, I craved her for two years. This was just the start, and I wasn’t giving up for anything.