Taming My Lycan Biker

Three

AARON

One minute I was brooding over that old man's words—banished, he f*****g said. It took me all the self-control I had not to flip the table over and bolt out of his clown show of a meeting.

I made my way to my usual bar to cool off when my gaze landed on a little flower so small I could squash her without even trying. She lunged onto the bar, gulping down tequila like it was oxygen. Her hair laid scattered and cluttered around her face, blocking out most of her features, yet her blue ocean eyes shone brightly under the dim club light.

I didn't know her, nor did I care to, but before I could process s**t, my legs were already moving towards her, my gaze latched on her while I breathed her in.

Rose with a hint of black coffee.

I should leave; I didn't know who she was, which meant bad news. I knew all the girls who had stepped foot into this club and f****d half. Plus, she looked like she had wandered here thinking it was a church or library.

I should leave.

“She smells good,” Ash, my wolf, purred, and I felt like smacking his face. There was a limit and—

My mouth opened and words fell out. The moment her gaze met mine I knew I was f****d up, and the moment her lips touched mine I knew she was messed up. She had dug her grave; she had touched the wrong person; she let the devil know what she tasted like, and f**k, she tasted f*****g good.

My hand slid over her waist and pulled her soft ass, giving it a little squeeze as she arched closer.

Yes, little rose.

My other hand gripped her neck and pressed her lips closer, my lips sliding over, flipping her upper lip open as I inserted mine in.

She was so warm, so sweet, so f*****g mine.

Ash growled, begging to take charge.

She tugged my shirt as I continued, swaying my tongue over her mouth, her teeth, then playing with her tongue before my other hand squeezed her ass tighter.

“f**k!!” she gasped, her lips still on mine while I drank her up. She tasted like sweets with a wine.

A dangerous combination.

I was f****d.

She pressed closer, her n*****s sharp and begging for my attention. Heat pumped through my veins and my d**k stirred.

So f****d.

My hand left her neck, sliding down her collar, then her breast, which she fretted at my touch, before I reached her waist, unhooked the button of her jeans, and buried my hand in between her legs.

She gasped and pulled away. I gripped her thigh, urging her to continue, to kiss me like I was oxygen, the only thing she knew.

“I—”

“You want this?” I teased her, trailing my finger through her soft skin.

It was like she was made from clouds, too f*****g soft.

“Answer me.” I captured her n****e which was still tucked in her clothes; my attempt to graze it failed. “Do you want me to bury my fingers into you until you forget it all?”

It was obvious; girls like her only came here if they wanted to escape reality. She was hurt, and her swollen and reddened eyes proved my theory. For a second I felt like killing the bastard that hurt her.

I trailed my fingers up, entwining them with the lace of her undies.

She groaned, her eyes still on me, and I could see the desire.

My d**k pressed painfully against my jeans.

“I… y… yes.”

That was the only permission I needed. Now she was mine—mine to destroy, to f**k until she screamed for me to stop.

I pulled her hand out as she blinked, confused. I fastened the button and gazed back at her.

“Follow me.” I stood and left, and like my obedient puppet, she hurried off, her footsteps syncing with my boots. I reached my room and pulled it open. She stepped in, and the moment the door clicked shut, any possibility of me walking out of it burned away.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms; my lips met hers. My other hand gripped her ass, grinding her against my erect d**k while I devoured her. She pressed closer, her lips trying to match up with my speed, while her hands fisted my hair.

“You like it.” I ground her against my bulge while she winced, nodding. “Say it. You like my d**k on you.”

“I—do.” She bit my lower lip, trying to savor my taste.

“Good girl.” I spanked her ass while she shrieked but didn't stop me or herself. “I bet you want it inside you.”

“Please.” I spun her with her back facing my front. I rode my hip against her; I wanted to starve her, to make every inch of her beg for it. “Please…”

“Look at you, all sweaty and begging to corrupt.”

“Please...” I palmed her ass.

“Please what? Answer, little rose.”

“Please f**k me.”

That was it. I released her and she turned; her chest heaved, her hair scattered, eyes shining with pleasure, body trembling with need.

“Now strip.”

She obeyed.

First was her top, and her pink bra came in view before she pulled it off, her movements fast and shaking. Then her jeans, then her thong, which was soaked wet.

My wolf sneered.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs wide.” She walked over, got on the bed, her legs opened up like the Red Sea awaiting my rod.

“Good, little rose.” I stalked over, my gaze never leaving her as I discarded my clothes and joined her. She sat up, her head tilted close as she accepted my lips.

I pushed her down to the bed, my lips eating her up. Her hands caressed my body, her fingers mapping out the wolf tattoo that inked through my abs—the same tattoo that had scared almost half of the ladies I had f****d.

I pressed my body against her, exchanging heat.

“I need you,” she moaned out.

Her kiss wasn't that of an expert, and the way she moved, she was like she was new to this.

Was she—

Shit!!

I paused midway and stared down at the mess I made. She laid there begging to be broken; the moonlight poured through the window and splashed over us.

I dropped my hand between her legs and it shut instinctively. Definitely a virgin.

“A virgin??” I asked, and she nodded.

I don't do virgins, but we were too deep and there was no turning back.

I reconnected our lips, then slowly trailed down her neck. My other hand gripped her left breast, giving it a light pinch; she jerked up.

Fuck!! My lips enclosed the other while I gave it a good suck.

“f**k!! Oh, dear,” she moaned as I grazed her n****e with my teeth. I repeated the action until she dug her nails into my back. The pain felt like a reward. I drifted down, my face buried between her legs as my tongue dug in. “No!! f**k! No.” Her moans thudded through the room, anchoring me. I feasted in, my tongue diving in and my teeth biting down on her soft bud while she moved her waist, begging for more friction. I inserted three fingers and her inside clutched against them greedily. I pulled out then slammed back in. “Please!!! Please.” She arched back, letting out a cry. “Please.”

I increased my pace. “Please, what?”

“Please.”

“f*****g complete it.” My mouth muffled between her legs; she was close. I could feel her hot c*m.

“Please don't stop.” I leaned out to stare at the beautiful ruin. Hair clustered over her and glued to her sweaty body, her gaze on me like she loved watching me ruin her. “Don't stop, it feels so good.” I added my fourth finger, stretching her but not enough to break her hymen. Her head tossed back and a low, guttural roar left my lips.

“Look at me when I f**k you, little rose.”

I inclined back, adding my tongue. She screamed, her movements heightened, and her fluid shot out onto my lips.

I took every single drop, slipping my tongue over my lips for more.

My gaze hovered over her; she slumped onto the bed breathing hard, her eyes fixed to the ceiling.

I had given her the ride of her life.

My d**k stirred painfully. I was rock hard; if I didn't get it under control, I might actually f**k her.

She threw her gaze to me, then my d**k. “You—”

“We are not done.”

Her eyes widened and mischief danced through them. She was still drunk, for now.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded.

Shakily she crept out of the bed and knelt while I sat with my legs opened.

“Get to work.”

“Huh?” I fisted her hair and pushed her face close until my d**k poked her cheek.

“Open your mouth and accept your reward.” She did, drool leaking through the side, and without warning I slammed into her mouth.

“That's right, you are mine.”