“You think every woman wants you.”

“But they do.”

This time, I punch him in the side. He grunts then shakes with laughter.

“Hey! Okay, okay.”

I sit up and gaze down at his smiling face. “Because it’s the big things they’re interested in.”

“And you’re interested in my smell and my voice?”

I place my hand over his heart, hoping he’ll get the message. He loses the smile and tightens his arm around me.

“All of you.”

He doesn’t speak. Not a word. Not with his lips, anyway. The look in his eyes is worth a million words. He’s breathing harder and his fingers are digging into my hip. I know I’m not the only one who feels this connection between us. I know it. He probably just doesn’t recognize it for what it is. He loves me, too. I’m sure of it.

“I want all of you, Gage. Your body, mind…heart, and soul. Because that’s the way you have me.”

He pulls me to him, his palm at the back of my neck, and crushes my lips to his. His tongue forces its way between my lips and I open up for him. One hand fists in my hair while the other grabs my hip. I slide my leg over and straddle him, keeping our lips connected. Crazy little sensations race up my spine as his fingers trail up my back. I nip at his bottom lip, pulling on it before snaking my tongue into his mouth. He moans, meeting it with his. His dick is now at attention, resting on my ass cheeks. I sit up and reach behind me to wrap my fingers around it. He groans, lifting his hips.

“My turn,” I say with a hint of mischief.

I kiss my way down his chest, licking at his tats. He buries his hand in my hair, gently nudging me. Settling between his legs, I grip the monster.

“Lick it.”

As I slide my tongue over the tip, I smile up at him. He drags a breath through his teeth. I follow up with a swirl around the head before taking him into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he groans.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and suck him as I move up and down his length. His hand tightens in my hair. I take him to the back of my throat and try to go farther still.

“Fuck, babe.”

Pulling back, I catch my breath while I stroke him with my hand. He’s so wet, my fingers glide easily.

“Time for some nuts.” With a wicked grin, I lick one of his balls. His head falls back on the pillow. I suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and then move to its twin. “Guess I’m not allergic after all.”

Moving back to his dick, I lick him from base to tip then close my lips around him. I suck him hard, showing no mercy, just like he did to me. I have both hands wrapped around him now, stroking and sucking simultaneously.

“Fuck!” he yells, pulling on my hair.

He tries to guide my movements, but I push his hand away. His hips jerk as I lightly slide my teeth along the shaft. I place it between my breasts, pushing them together to grip him. He rises up on his elbows and watches me with hooded eyes. I start to move, but I only manage a few strokes before he grabs my shoulders and flips me onto my back. He straddles my chest and I push my breasts back together as he slides his dick between them.

“Love your tits, babe.”

I watch his face as he fucks my boobs. Somehow, it seems as if he’s getting as much pleasure from it as when he’s inside me. I fucking love it. I stick my tongue out so every time he pushes forward, I lick his tip. He groans and grunts, pumping faster as his orgasm draws close. I release my breasts and grab his dick, sucking on the head while I jerk him off.

“Fuck, Raven, I’m –”

I cut him off when I suck harder. He pulses beneath my fingers and then I feel his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow each spurt, still sucking as he jerks above me. It’s not that disgusting.

“Jesus Christ!”

He stares down at me in disbelief because I keep him in my mouth, even when I feel him start to soften. Groaning, he pulls away reluctantly.

“Fuck. Don’t know if I love your mouth or your pussy more.”

He moves down my body, but I wriggle away from him because I don’t think I can handle another round. He chuckles and sidles up next to me, pulling me back into his arms.

“You done for the night?” he asks.

“Let’s pace ourselves here.”

“Told you you’d be begging for a break.”

“Yeah, but you’re killing me.”

“Hey, they don’t call me Reaper for nothing,” he replies, voice laced with conceit.

“You know, in some cultures, the raven is considered a symbol of death.”

He pulls me closer, his arm tightening around me. “See, doll? Just proves you were made for me.”

Baby Jesus. This man is intent on pulling me in so deep that I have no hope of ever getting out. God, I hope these are more than just words. I would die if he doesn’t feel the same way I do.

“I’m gonna get a beer. You want anything?”

“Stay. I’ll get it,” I tell him.

I put on a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt with ‘Reaper’ across the chest then head out to the kitchen. A few of the guys are playing pool while Venom is in a corner getting his dick sucked by a Hound. Hello, Venom. Shit, having a big dick must be a requirement for membership in this club. Damn. Everyone greets me, even Venom, who smiles and waves. I make my way to the kitchen, shaking my head and laughing to myself. I grab two beers for Gage and place them on the counter while I get myself a soda. When I turn around, Britney is standing there staring at me. Fuck! Why do bitches insist on sneaking up on me?

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”

“No. Just hot.” I shrug.

“You walk around here wearing his clothes and act like you’re the club queen or something,” she sneers at me.

“Not a queen. But I’m Gage’s woman. You’re a Hound. Therefore, you stay the fuck out of my way.”

“Woman? Where’s your cut?” She giggles. “He just feels sorry for you. Why would he want to claim damaged pussy?”

Okay, now she’s pissing me off. How dare she treat what happened to me like some sort of disease?

“At least I’m not community pussy. Every brother here has fucked you and you’re still a Hound. Face it. You’re like the heel of the bread—everyone touches it, but nobody really wants it.”

She straightens, anger and hate in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah? While you were on your little emotional trip, who do you think was taking care of Gage? He was with me every. Single. Night. It’s just a matter of time before he drops you and makes me his old lady.”

Rage clouds my vision. First Lonnie, now her. Without even thinking, I lunge at her. I curl my fists and land a punch to her nose. She screams and falls back against the wall, covering her nose. The bitch tries to run but I catch up with her in the bar, grabbing her hair and yanking her toward me. I kick her feet from under her and she falls flat on her back. She should be very comfortable. Slut. Vaguely, I hear the guys laughing and hooting, but I drown them out. I sit astride her and grab her neck. Her arms flail, trying to grab me, but I’ve got her good. I squeeze and watch her eyes bug out as she struggles to breathe.

“Not so tough now, are you, bitch?”

Blood trickles from her nose. I squeeze tighter but then there are hands all over me. After a struggle, I’m pulled away from her and Tek helps her to her feet as she fights to draw air into her lungs.

“Stay in your lane, slut!” I shout as I reach for her. I drag myself from the arms holding me and turn to see Gage’s confused stare. Motherfucker.

“Don’t touch me!”

I haul ass back into his room, pacing as anger courses through my body. That cock-sucking motherfucker! I can’t believe he was screwing that slut waffle and then climbing into bed with me every night. He walks in, still looking bewildered.

“What the hell happened?” he asks.

“Don’t fucking talk to me!”

“What? What did I do?”