Cain's Darkness(35)

Lucien, Kink, and Malice were the only members that were claimed, or more aptly the only men in the club that had claimed an old lady … until now. Cain had a woman of his own now, one that he loved so fucking much. He just wished Fallina could have been able to come tonight, but his daughter was always in his thoughts, and would always be under his and the club’s protection. Violet looked happy amongst the roughened bikers, and he was glad that his woman had found the comfortable ease with these rough and tough bikers.

There were club girls helping clean up, and he watched as Tuck stared at Jana, the woman that wasn’t fucking the single club members, but staying at the clubhouse until she got back on her feet. He wondered if Tuck would be the next to find his happiness, or if he’d go through life fucking his way through sweet-butts and living dangerously.

“I love you,” Violet said softly, right by his ear, and he glanced at her.

“And I love you, baby girl.”

She smiled, and he couldn’t help the way his cock jerked at the way she looked so fucking seductive. He was such a damn fiend for her that he couldn’t even control himself for two fucking hours.

The longer he stared at her, the more he wanted her. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t help the way he felt. “I need you, baby. I need you right fucking now,” he said low, so only she heard. “I need inside of you.” He heard her gasp, and he smiled, loving that she was just as affected as he was.

He’d be gentle, and touch her so she knew that this wasn’t just about sticking his dick in her and getting off. It would never be about that. He loved her, had loved her for a long time even if he’d never allowed himself to realize it, to accept it. Cain wanted her to be right there with him, to feel what he was doing to her and know it was because he cared. He wanted her to know that she was his world. Cain thought about all he wanted to do to her. He wanted her breath to coast along his sweat soaked skin, wanted her nails to be deep in his flesh as she held on while he slowly pushed inside of her and knew he loved her irrevocably. His breathing started to increase as those images played through his mind. Everything else just faded in the background.

Violet still watched him, and he noticed the subtle changes in her that alerted him to the fact she was growing aroused. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, grabbed her hand, and hauled her out of the chair. “We’re out of here,” Cain said to the club, and heard the laughter of the other members as he hauled his woman out of there and back to a place he could be with her fully. This was his woman, and he was going to show her that in every conceivable way.

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Cain hadn’t meant to be forceful with telling Violet he wanted her outside of the club. But seeing her sitting there, feeling her body heat, and scenting the arousal coming from her, had something primal snapping inside of him. To say he’d hauled ass to her place was an understatement.

As soon as they were at her place, he had her hand in his and took her down the hallway in steady, yet fast steps. He slammed the door shut behind them once in her room, and stared at the woman that was his. Cain was running on pure adrenaline, endorphins, and testosterone right now. He looked at her face, and her glorious fucking body, and his dick jerked. When she lowered her gaze to his groin area her eyes widened. He knew what she looked like beneath those clothes, wanted to tear the material from her damn body and feast on her, and knew he would need to control himself. She might be happy, pleasured, and feel safe in his arms, but that didn’t mean Cain wanted to rush her into the rough sex he liked. Hell, he didn’t think he could have that kind of sex with her, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was afraid.

“You look feral right now, Cain,” she said in a breathy voice. Her nipples were hard, stabbing through her shirt, and his mouth watered to taste them. Cain was manic for her, ready to throw her on the bed, push into her fast and hard, and bring them the pleasure until their fucking would cease and only they existed.

He stalked forward, saw the surprised, yet excited look in her eyes, and spun her around so her back met the wall. He panted against her neck, smelling the scent of everything that was all her filling his head. Cain lifted his head and stared into her eyes. There were no words he could say right now that would effectively tell her that she meant everything to him, and that he was done trying to hold himself back. It was useless doing that, because his mind and body knew what they wanted, and that was Violet.

“You make me so fucking hot, baby, make me want to act like some kind of beast when I’m around you.”

“I want that,” she breathed out, then moaned.