(LANCE)
The old industrial clubhouse was now in full lockdown — steel shutters down, generators humming, every brother armed and posted at windows and doors. The main room had been turned into a war camp, but I didn’t care about the strategy meeting happening ten feet away.
I had Eliona pinned against the back wall of the chapel, her leather cut open, legs wrapped around my waist as I f****d her slow and deep in the dim red emergency lighting. The heavy wooden door was locked. The only sounds were her soft, broken moans and the wet slide of my c**k moving inside her.
“Club lockdown heat,” I growled against her throat, biting down hard enough to leave another mark. “This is what we do when the world is trying to kill us — we f**k like it’s the last time.”
Eliona whimpered, nails digging
