LILY

A sliver of satisfaction slides up my spine and settles over my heart, mending one of the many broken pieces left by Loki over the years. The look on his face was fucking priceless when I climbed on the back of Rack’s bike. It was only made better when I flipped him the fuck off as we sped out of the compound.

I’m a couple blocks from home. I asked Rack to take me home. I claimed to have had too much to drink and he was all too quick to oblige me. If there was anything I learned about one of the newest members of Wicked Angels, it’s that he’s human and still has his heart. He may have his colors, but he’s yet to get his 1% patch. An honor the Wicked Angels only bestow to its members after they prove themselves. Rack is well on his way, but he’s got a long way to go.

Loki is furious with me.

Good.

Fucker deserves it.

I direct Rack to my house and he parks in front of it. “You got a bike?” he asks as he kills the engine.

“Yup, it once belonged to a good friend of mine.”

“You ride?” He raises an eyebrow at me, incredulously.

“I do,” I challenge him.

“Nice,” he grins wide. “Not many chicks ‘round here have the balls.”

I smile. I’m going to like this guy. If he can keep hold of his heart a little while longer. “Thanks for bringing me home,” I tell him softly and give him a small kiss on the cheek.

“Anytime.”

He fires up his bike and I back away, waving at him as he takes off down the street. I wait for him to disappear before I head for the door when I hear another bike roaring down the street. I close my eyes. I know exactly who it is. Thank God Rack went the other way. I’d hate to think what Loki would do to him. I turn around and cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to pull up. He does, but he stops at the curb. I half expected him to come roaring up in my front yard.

“Get on,” he says over the engine.

I shake my head.

“Get the fuck on,” he growls.

“Good night, Loki,” I smirk before turning toward my house.

I hear the bike roar down to neutral. I speed up, but I don’t get far before Loki wraps his arms around me from behind. “Run from me again, sugar tits, and I’ll make you regret it,” he growls in my ear. “Your daughter is in there and I want to fuck your goddamn cunt dry, so you have two choices.”

I should kick and scream at him, fight him, but I can’t. My body is alive with the promise of more things Loki and I’m having a hard time responding any other way.

“We can do this here, with your daughter in the next room, or you can get over your self-absorbed ass and get the fuck on my bike, where you fucking belong,” he growls in my ear and I melt further. His claim of my belonging on his bike has my heart doing flutters in my chest. My stomach roars with butterflies and I give in to my body’s desire for the man who’s acting like a caveman.

“Yours,” I tell him with a whisper and he releases me. He turns toward his bike and I follow behind him. He kicks over; holding the bike steady and I step up, flinging my leg over and wrapping my arms around him. I press my cheek to his back. His heartbeat hammers in my ear. Unlike with Rack, I let my hands roam lower and my fingers tickle his hard cock through his jeans.

He growls through his teeth, the vibration tickling my ear. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

He pops the clutch and off we go, racing down the street toward his house.

The ride is too short.

I just started to get comfortable and we’re pulling into his driveway. He kills the engine and holds the bike for me to climb off. He turns the ignition and pulls his keys from it and hands them to me. I take them, reaching for the orange colored key and I hand them back to him with his house key poised and ready to go.

He takes them from me and leads the way down the sidewalk and up the steps. He hasn’t said anything, not that I expected him to, but it would be nice if he would, instead he unlocks the door and ushers me inside before kicking the door closed.

“I may do a lot of things, sweet ass, but sloppy seconds ain’t one of them. Go clean yourself up,” he snaps and I glare at him. He raises his eyebrows at me in waiting.

“He sucked my tits,” I counter.

“He had his grubby ass hands and nasty mouth all over my favorite part of your body, next to that sinful mouth and that tight fucking cunt of yours, so if he touched either one of those, brush your teeth and wash it.”

I stand there and cross my arms over my chest. Short of tapping my foot in a way that a child would, I don’t know what else to do to protest his choice of words. Then again, I have a feeling I’ve poked the bear tonight and he’d fuck me without touching my mouth or my tits and I don’t want that either.

“Go,” he orders gruffly.

I rip my top off and he hisses through his teeth. I kick off my heels and unbutton my denim. I bend at the waist, pushing my jeans and thong down my legs before kicking them off and standing naked before him.

As I suspected, the bear has been poked. He slams into me, pushing me against the wall. His lips brush mine. I smile over my victory, then he moves his mouth away and his hands wrap around my ass and he’s lifting me in the air. I wrap my legs around him. My wet slit brushes along the rough zipper on his jeans. I moan in pleasure and pain.

He then lowers his lips just over my nipple and I can feel his hot breath against the left, but that’s it. I groan in frustration at him. He ignores me completely and moves to my right nipple, repeating the torture, taunting me with his delicious mouth wrapped around my now pebbled nipples.

Then his hand slides between us. I think he’s going for the fly of his jeans, but instead his fingers brush feather light against my sex. “Oh god,” I cry out. “He didn’t touch it.”

His fingers slide through my folds until he finds my entrance and he slips one inside me. I cry out. He shifts his hand so his thumb can strum my clit while his finger moves in and out of me.

I slide my hands into his hair, holding him to me gently and awareness lights his eyes. He cocks his head at me, really looking at me. His hand stills between my legs. I buck my hips, looking for friction and release and he’s still as stone.

“Loki, please,” I beg. “Finish it.”

In the next breath, his lips are slamming against mine. His tongue darts in immediately and his fingers move inside me. My orgasm is balancing on the edge but he won’t let me tip over the edge.

“Loki,” I cry out again as I pull back from his kiss.

He presses his forehead against mine. “I fucking knew it,” he growls as he pulls his fingers from my pussy and he steps back, lowering me to the floor.

His hands slide into mine, wrapping our fingers together, his eyes searching mine, a million questions swim in the silvery grey orbs. “Kiwi?” he breathes.

“Yes,” I breathe as a tear falls free and slides down my cheek.

His hands release mine only to slide into my hair, my face between his palms. “I don’t know whether to throw you out or fuck you senseless right now.”

“I’ll take the latter,” I mumble and he growls, pulling back from me. The loss of his warmth sends a shiver down my spine. He traces a single finger from the base of my neck, down between my breasts, and across my stomach before he lets it fall away.

“Am I dreaming?” he breathes.

“No.” I should say more, but I need him to process his discovery.

“How?” His eyes still haven’t left mine. “How did I not…”

“You did, you knew that first night.”

He shakes his head. “That was a drunk man’s dream.” His voice is low, almost menacing.

“No, Loki, it wasn’t.”

“I fucking hate you,” he groans.

His word sting, sending a shot straight to my heart. “No, you don’t.”

“I fucking do, Kiwi. You fucking left me.”

I pull back from him. “I left you? That’s rich, Logan,” I snap with his real name.

“You should have stayed.”

“You wouldn’t fucking let me stay, remember? You stood in that goddamn garage and told me to do what my brother said to do. I did. Then you followed me to Colorado. You snuck into my room in the middle of the night and stole my virginity and then my eighteenth birthday because you were gone.”

“I had to leave.”

“Why?” I breathe.

“Because, Kiwi, you deserved better than a fucked-up biker sneaking into your bedroom on his way through town. Because Tryke would have killed me if I pulled you back into the club life.”

“Tryke’s dead,” I state. Though I said the words, I’m not sure I believe them anymore. I don’t know why, but I just don’t.

His eyes narrow at me. “You deserve better.”

“That’s my choice, Logan. Not yours, not Tryke’s, no one, only mine. Sticks respected that. Now it’s time you do too.”

“Your daughter deserves better.”

At that, my breath freezes in my chest. “Our daughter,” I whisper.

“What?” he snaps.

“You heard me,” I bite back. Suddenly I become acutely aware of my nakedness and I want my clothes. I need to cover myself up.

“How?”

I glare at him. “What do you mean, how? You fucked me, Loki, twice,” I remind him. “Both times without a condom. Do I need to go into how the birds and the bees work with you?”

“She can’t be mine.”

“Oh, believe me, she is one hundred percent yours. All you have to do is look into her eyes, Loki. It’s all anyone has to do. Why do you think no one knows about her? No one, except you and Pyro, because you can’t keep the fuck away from me.” I pull my arms up, covering my chest. It’s all I can do because he won’t let me make a move for my clothes.

“Why are you here?” he asks.

“Because you brought me here.”

He stalks closer to me, tightening the distance between me, the wall and his rock-hard body. “Why are you back in Roswell?”

I look up at him with bewilderment. “Why the fuck do you think?” I growl. “Arizona is about to make a move. It’s the last fucking chance I have to get revenge for my parents, for Tryke.”

He punches the wall next to me. I don’t flinch. “I killed Tryke,” he growls.

“You had no choice,” I yell back.

“Do you honestly believe that?” he asks me in a tone that challenges everything I know about that night.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Why?”

“Because Kellen only ever wanted to protect me, keep me out of the club, away from the danger it presented and you would do anything to protect me from that danger because no matter how hard you try to be badass and hide it, you fucking love me and you loved him.” Tears swim in my eyes. “You’d do anything for him. You’d die for me.”

“Don’t kid yourself, sweetheart.” He pulls away from me.

“Bullshit. Drop the badass act, Loki. You’d die to protect me. You’d kill if it meant keeping me safe. I’m yours. I’ve been yours since I was three fucking years old. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

Again, his eyes narrow, this time in anger. “Bullshit.”

“I did what I had to do to survive inside the club’s walls, Loki. You fucking know that as well as anyone. If you didn’t kill Tryke, he’d have had to kill you or you’d both be dead. So, don’t think for one second that I don’t know that you did what you did to save me.”

He slams into me, pressing me against the wall. His hand comes to my chin as he lifts it toward his face. His eyes are on mine, alive and alight as he growls, “You’re right,” before slanting his lips over mine in a soul-stealing kiss that melts every piece of ice around my heart. My entire body comes alive under his skillful lips. His tongue slides into my mouth and I stop breathing momentarily as I feel his cock press against me, hard and ready.

Our breathing is ragged and uneven when he pulls back. “Finish it, Loki,” I urge.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me down the hall toward his room.