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With determination filling my irises, I declare loudly while staring Torch down. “Mine.” I move my glare around the room, daring a motherfucker to say different. Would I kill to keep her or to make her mine? I would. She belongs to me, and I can’t stand the notion of another trying to take her away, it makes me feel feral inside at the thought alone.
Reaching for her pants, I grab the material at the inside of her crotch and rip a giant hole there as well. I know Amelia would never be comfortable being on display for everyone, but I have to follow club rules to claim her. Nowhere does it say the brothers have to see her naked body, they just have to witness me fuck and claim her. It’s club tradition, and I want her recognized as the real deal, to be respected as she deserves being my ol’ lady.
Flicking the button on my jeans, Amelia’s mouth pops open. She knows damn well that I’m serious, and I think she’s in shock that I’m going to fuck her here and now. I move quickly, not wanting her to come to her senses and push me away. With my cock in my hand, I position myself at her entrance through the hole I ripped in her pants and thrust.
Her head flies back, a cry escaping her lips as I don’t hold back. This is a claiming, not some sweet, soft fuck. We did that already this morning. This is so there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind who this pussy belongs to.
“Blaze!” she whimpers, and my hands move to her hips to hold her firm. The table scrapes loudly against the stained concrete floors with each thrust. I gaze at her, my stare full of ownership, yet submission. Not only does she belong to me, but I belong to her. She’s the empress in my world, there’s no doubt in my mind.
“Mine,” I repeat, this time louder with a deadly threat lacing my tone. I stare intently into her eyes, making my intentions more than clear. Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands gripping around the sides of the square table to hold on. My gaze skirts around as sweat dots my brow, and I proclaim, “She’s my motherfuckin’ property. Anyone touches her, they’ll lose their hand. Anyone fuc-cks with her, and I’ll gut ‘em.” I growl, filled with intense pleasure as I thrust into my woman repeatedly.
She gasps, watching me wide-eyed. “Blaze?” she breathes.
I hear her unspoken question, and I nod.
Fire blazes in her irises as she sits up on my thrust. I had no idea she had upper body strength like that. Using my shoulders, she pulls herself onto me like a damn monkey. One of her dainty hands wraps around my throat. I don’t know what in the hell to think, but I go with it. Using her thigh muscles, she squeezes me until I slow down. She peers into my eyes, completely serious, and declares, “Mine!” She squeezes my throat simultaneously, and I come so fucking hard.
Perfection.
My mouth dives in, taking hers as I pump her tight cunt full of my cum. Our tongues lash at each other. She fights me for control, but in the end, she submits and takes what I give her. Her pussy contracts around my length, and she cries out into my mouth as her orgasm rushes through her.
Going into this, I thought she was going to be an easy woman to break. I’d never imagined she’d come out of this ordeal as my ol’ lady or that I’d be fucking gone for her. With that thought, I lean down to hold my jeans in one hand and move to carry her to my room. There’s no way in hell I’m anywhere near finished with her.
The brothers hoot and cheer behind me. She’s got a decent grip on me, so I use my other hand to throw up the bird on our way out.
Nosey fuckers.
***
AMELIA
“Your chariot awaits, Dr. Stone,” Blaze whispers next to my ear as he comes up behind me. I’m outside for dismissal overseeing the students being picked up. It’s been months since he took me initially, and every day like clockwork, he’s here for me again.
His hand lands on my hip, and he squeezes. He knows I can’t do PDA with students around, so he settles for that small way of showing the world that we’re together. I know the thought of us together is crazy, but surprisingly, it works. Who am I kidding, it more than works. I’m head over heels for the brash man. I tried to fight it a little at first, but it didn’t last. I couldn’t when he’d show up at lunch every day and pin me over my desk to have his way. I didn’t make it two days before giving in. I want to be with him, so why fight or ignore it?
“Is that so?” I tease, and he answers with a playful growl.
“I decided it’s your turn to drive.”
My mouth pops open, and I spin around, stunned. He’s wearing a naughty grin. “Why do I think we’re talking about different things?”
He shrugs and chuckles, “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
A smile breaks free. I couldn’t hold it back if I tried.
His hand reaches out, and his finger gently brushes my jawline. “How was your day, babe?”
“It was okay; better now that you’re here.”
“And you get me for the entire weekend.”
My eyes light up. “I do? I thought you had work.”
He shrugs. “Plans change; besides, I have a surprise for you.”
“Ohh, what is it?”
“We got the apartment you liked.”
“What!” I exclaim, my heart thundering with excitement. We’d been apartment hunting, and I absolutely adored a place we saw on the outskirts of town. I had a small house before, but my lease was up, and Blaze was determined that we live together, so it seemed like the logical step to take together.
He nods, and I can’t hold back from throwing my arms around his bulk. He squeezes me back, chuckling. “Turns out the manager could be persuaded to lower the rent too.”
I pull back, my brows turning down. “Blaze, you didn’t...hurt him, did you?”
He rolls his eyes, leaning in to press his forehead against mine. “Babe, I told you not to worry about shit.”
“Blaze...”
He huffs. “Fine, once he realized I’m an Oath Keeper, he offered to let me stay free cause he knows the place will be safer.”
“Oh, wow,” I murmur, feeling guilty for imagining the worst.
He nods. “I told him no, that we’ll pay, but no more than your last place. Turns out his son is a police officer, and he told him the Oath Keepers are an asset to have around.”
I move to cup both of his cheeks; I meet his stare and smile. “Thank you, Blaze.”
He presses a quick peck to my nose and mumbles, “Anything for you.”
His reply makes my heart burst, and before I can overthink it, I proclaim for the first time, “I love you.”
He grins, pulling my body into his embrace now that everyone’s gone, and it’s just us. “Babe...” He kisses my forehead. “I love you, too, beautiful. I have something for you.”
“More?” I ask and walk wrapped in his arms to his bike. I’ve already locked up my office, and the janitor will finish securing the main doors when he’s finished with his work.
“Yep.” He reaches into his saddlebag, pulling out something that resembles the cut he’s wearing. I’ve been learning the lingo of everything MC since we made it official. I don’t want to ever embarrass him, and besides, I soak up whatever knowledge I can get.
“Is that...?” I trail off, and he nods, wearing his signature sexy grin I’ve come to love.
“Yep, it’s your patch. P sewed it on herself.”
“Wow.” I’ve come to learn more than just the terminology, but also the meaning behind some of the things they do. “So, I guess there’s no turning back now, huh?”
His head tilts, and he sends me that are you kidding me look he gets occasionally. “Babe, I thought you knew...there was no turning back from the very moment I laid eyes on ya. You’ll always be mine.”
“I love you,” I repeat, this time much more confidently and put my arms through the holes of the leather vest.
He pulls it on me, snapping the button closed on the front. Once he’s satisfied, he meets my stare. “I love you too, babe. Don’t you ever forget it, either.” And then he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. That’s when I know he means it.
He’s mine forever, and I’m his too.
The end.
I hope you loved reading about Blaze and his feisty principal. Thank you for taking a chance on another one of my alphas! I keep seeing so many people out there dogging on alpha men, and that’s where Blaze’s story was formed. I’m married to an alpha—I have been for fifteen years now—and I can tell you firsthand that people are painting them all wrong. They aren’t bad men; they’re strong-minded men who love and protect fiercely. A true alpha won’t attempt to snuff out your light but hold you up when you need it. They’re the type of man who will stand in front of you only to protect; otherwise, they stand BEHIND you to watch your back and help you succeed. I’m strong, independent, opinionated, outspoken, and hardheaded. It took a true alpha to tame me, but I tamed his ass too.
This book is for my husband—without him, I wouldn’t be the same.
- Sapphire Knight
