Page 83 of The Heir
She made a throaty, contented sound and clung to me, tugging lightly at my hair while I feasted on her throat and came back to gently peck at her painted lips. I wasn’t trying to wear all that damn make-up.
“Fuckin Blaze,” May excitedly howled, before attacking me. He popped my arm, jerked me into a hug and kissed the side of my head. “You’re a fuckin’ Disciple now, man.”
“Jesus Christ,” Trista mumbled, but he didn’t seem to hear her, and she was trying to hurry us back toward the driveway.
“I am,” I acknowledged, moving along with her and Marchella.
“Fuck, yeah.” May excitedly popped my arm again and took off for the crowd.
“Tris,” A chick with bangles on her wrist raised her arm and gave a wild wave when we reached the front of the house.
“Shit,” Trista grunted, stepping behind me, “Duties call.”
She plastered a big smile on her face like she hadn’t said anything at all and gravitated toward the girl, “Hey, Val, how’s that prospect of yours?”
“Nine is good, he’s back there with Demon and them.” Val rattled on in the distance once Trista caught up with her.
“Nine?” I looked at Marchella with my brows hefted in question.
She winced and nodded, “Mhm, he thinks he has nine lives.”
I laughed and gave her a squeeze, sliding my hand down her exposed lower back so I could skim past her pocket and clutch one of those baby cakes. She gripped my shoulder for balance and kissed at my neck, pushing up to her toes like she had something to tell me. When I leaned down, she bit me.
I hissed and clutched her ass like I thought she might try to pitbull and take flesh with her. My other hand tangled in her hair, keeping her mouth close.
She sucked and grazed with her teeth until I bricked, even as people were walking past us, joining the party in straggling numbers as the night went on.
“Babe,” I warned.
“Blaze,” she returned, hurling my name at me like some kind of challenge.
I took advantage of her momentary loss of suction and ripped her head back by that pretty blonde hair. I grabbed a handful of chains and tit in a possessive hold and ran my tongue up her neck until I caught the lobe of her ear.
“Don’t fuck with me, Marchella, I’ve been dying to throat fuck you to tears,” I rasped, letting go of her tit, but only long enough for my hand to slide down and snuggly cup her cunt. “Be a good girl, before l have you on your knees with nothing but a bike between you and all of this...”
I let go of her and waved at the party. I couldn’t see her father, or any of her brothers, but I knew they were out there.
A smile split her lips like I’d stepped into an arena without knowing it. She reached up like she was fixing a necklace, but instead of jewels catching the light, that black little top dropped, and her bone nipple rings were staring proudly at me.
“Mar–” I led her by the hair past her Mustang when I heard voices around the house.
I pinned her in the corner where the house met the shed, keeping my back to whoever was passing.
“What the fuck–?” I whispered, staring down at her while she laughed.
She slid one hand up my throat and didn’t bother lowering her voice, “You wanted an ol’ lady. You got one.”
I threw the garage door up and jerked her into the shadows with me, rounding my bike with impressive accuracy considering how dark and unfamiliar it was in there.
“Get on your knees.” I demanded a fraction of a second before I jerked her hair, crudely encouraging her compliance.
She huffed on the way down, and I could see the lust in her eyes even in that hint of lighting.
“Don’t ever do that again.” I didn’t have to shout, my voice was steel even in its quiet reserve.
I tightened my hold in her hair when she only smiled up at me in silence.
“Marchella, I fuckin’ mean it, don’t ever show your body to those men.”