Nova: Silver Saints MC by Fiona Davenport

Author:Fiona Davenport [Davenport, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

9

Nova

I had the sides of my cut in both hands, so I used them to haul Rylee forward until we were no more than an inch apart. “Damn, straight,” I growled. “Pretty sure I made it clear that you’re mine, angel.”

“You-you can’t just...just...decide I’m yours!” she stammered.

Leaning down so that my lips were right next to her ear, I whispered, “Your body already knows it’s true. Should I take you back upstairs and prove it?”

Rylee’s mouth opened slightly, so I closed the gap completely and sealed my lips over hers. My tongue slipped inside, and she immediately melted into me. I let go of my cut to hold her close, one hand cradling her skull and the other gripping one of her ass cheeks.

I devoured her, making sure everyone who saw us had no doubt who this woman belonged to. But when she let out a soft moan, I broke the kiss. I didn’t like the idea of anyone hearing her sexy little sounds but me.

My mouth widened into a satisfied smile at the sight of her passion-glazed eyes and red, swollen lips.

“Point taken, brother,” Patriot muttered, his tone full of laughter. I turned my head to glare at him, and he gave me a big, toothy grin.

“Get lost before I knock some of those teeth out,” I grumbled.

He snickered as he turned to leave, but I stopped him when a thought occurred to me. “Patriot.”

“Yo.”

“Spread the word.”

“Got it.”

When I brought my gaze back to my girl, she was frowning up at me, her brow puckered in concern. I didn’t want to argue with her anymore, so I changed the subject—we’d revisit my claim on her when we could do it naked.

“How ’bout I show you around, angel?”

I tossed a scowl at Link when he snorted, suppressing a laugh. He knew exactly why I’d offered her a tour, rather than just taking her back upstairs like I really wanted to. Ignoring him, and Mac who was silently laughing too, I returned my attention and smiled at Rylee.

“Um, okay,” she agreed after a minute. Her curiosity had clearly won out over her desire to finish our conversation.

“Wait, Rylee.” I went serious and tugged on my cut. “When you’re not in our room, you wear this. At all times. Got it?”

Rylee’s eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was about to challenge my command, so I sighed and spoke before she was able to get a word out. “It’s not about you being my property”—she raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her waist—“okay, not only about that,” I conceded. “This vest also tells anyone who sees you that you’re under my protection. Not one man in this brotherhood would ever hurt a woman, but without my cut, you’re fair game.” I looked into her eyes and made sure she was really listening when I continued, “And we don’t play fair. Understand?”

It had happened before, another patch seeing an unclaimed woman and deciding to take her and leave. It wasn’t like the married guys around here could judge.

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