Bloody Mine (Royal Bastards MC, #2)

and fast,” he warned.
No complaints here.
“Then do it,” I replied, overcome with lust. “Fuck me, Bodie.”
I was already unbuckling his belt and jeans, reaching inside to grip his cock. My hand stroked his length a couple of times from tip to base as he let out a guttural moan. Twisting slightly with each pull, I was satisfied when I saw his eyes nearly roll back into his head.
“Play with that clit,” he ordered gruffly, “I need you ready for me because I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”
I released him and slid my hand down my stomach, stopping to rub the sensitive nubbin and breathing faster when Bodie kept gliding up and down his length, still holding me up against the wall. His cock bobbed in the air when he pushed two fingers through my lower lips and checked to be sure I was ready. Nearly dripping with need, I nodded as he lined up at my pussy and thrust inside. I barely had a chance to catch a breath before he was pistoning his hips, fucking me hard up against the wall.
We were both lost to one another and completely oblivious to our surroundings. The entire state of Nevada could have been watching us and I wouldn’t have cared. All I knew was the intense pleasure I felt with every single stroke while Bodie held me close, capturing my lips and nibbling on them as he whispered dirty words against my mouth.
“Fucking love this tight pussy. Just perfect for my dick, baby. Makes me want to fuck you until you’re raw, filling you with my cum over and over again until it dribbles down your legs and the whole fucking world knows that you’re mine.”
“Bodie,” I managed to moan.
“Tell me, Sasha,” he growled, “Tell me that I own your pussy.”
“You do,” I promised, “You own my heart, my pussy, everything about me.”
“Damn straight I do.”
His thrusts became harder, more intense as he drove inside me faster.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned, pressing down on my clit one more time as my legs began to shake, my release so wild that I gushed and practically squirted on Bodie’s cock.
“Fuck yeah!” he shouted, turning around, and leaning against the wall, grabbing my hips, and pumping me up and down on his shaft as I tossed my head back and screamed his name.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrusted a few more times and then let out a deep growl, claiming my lips as he emptied inside me.
Both of us spent, he offered a lazy grin as our eyes met. “You’re all mine, Sasha. I’m so addicted to this pussy I’d fucking kill to get between your thighs.”
Giggling, I smacked his shoulder. “My crazy Reaper.”
His lip curled up in a sexy snarl. “You know it.”

“Church is in session,” Grim announced.
He picked up the wooden gavel that he had specially made and slammed it down on the table. The ivory head was shaped in a perfect skull. It set the deadly tone and seriousness of the meetings that took place inside the chapel of the Crossroads. As Reapers, we often had to make life and death choices for one another and the club and today was no different.
“Fill us in, Mammoth. Need your input first.”
Mammoth sat back and folded his arms across his chest. “Took Wraith, Ex, and Diablo with me and we didn’t find shit. Not even after I got updated texts from Xenon. Chamuco is like a fuckin’ ghost. Out in the wind somewhere in Nevada and he’s fucking with us, my brothers.”
Hannibal slammed a fist down on the table. “Then we declare war.”
Wraith, Patriot, Ex, and Papa pounded on the table in agreement. I joined them and so did Rael.
Papa ticked his head toward Grim. “Don’t need this kind of mess right now. The club has enough shit to sort through with Razr and the Scorpions.”
“I hear you, Papa,” Grim acknowledged, his jaw pulsing with a light tick of anger. It wasn’t directed at Papa but the shitty situation we were in.
“This is why I’ve been saying we need to cut ties with Salazar as soon as we can.”
Hannibal was right. He was gnawing on a stick of sugarcane and appeared more frazzled than usual.
Xenon lit up a joint and inhaled slowly, filling his lungs, and holding onto the smoke for as long as he could before he released it. “I don’t like feeling like a fly caught in a spider’s web.”
“Agreed,” Rael added. “Bodie and I walked into more than one shitstorm last night.”
Sighing, I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Sasha’s place was broken into and trashed. The old apartment she shared with Trish.”
Grim’s face paled a little. “Shit.”
“Sasha was next door helping watch her friend’s kids. They lost their cat or so they thought until Sasha heard a noise and opened the door and found the cat’s body and severed head in a bag on the front porch.”
“Fucking asshole,” Grim cursed.
“Who the fuck kills a cat and dumps it for the kids to find?” Papa was pissed. “I’ll find the fucker and gut him like a fish.”
Several heads nodded their agreement.
“Why are they coming after the kids?” Grim shook his head. “That’s fucked-up.”
“They’re after Sasha’s friend Gina. She borrowed ten grand and can’t pay it back. Sasha couldn’t find out who the lender was but it must be connected to the Scorpions and Chamuco. The cat was dumped around the same time the apartment was broken into.”
“Yeah, no coincidence,” Mammoth agreed.
“Sasha is being targeted and we know it’s Chamuco. He’s now fully patched into the Scorpions which means his allegiance to Primal is probably a thing of the past.” Grim leaned forward, piercing us all with a stern look. “My guess is that he’s broken ties with Salazar too. It’s exactly what I was waiting on. Now we can move forward.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, staring him down. “Are you telling me I can go after Chamuco now?”
“I’ve