The Fallen Reapers MC Book 1 : Claiming Celia

Grave

Her curvy body spread before me tests my restraint all over.

I want to tear her jeans in half, rip her panties away from her dripping flesh, slam my cock into her pussy, and pound until my cum is dripping out of her and onto the counter.

The very thought has my cock pulsing, growing stiffer.

I’d fuck her for hours if she let me—here, on the floor, against the wall, or— Fuck me. I would walk us into the damn meeting room and fuck her with every patch’s eyes on us if she asked.

Celia’s dark eyes stare up at me, half-hooded with lust. I hold back from ravishing her now because what I want more than anything is a taste.

I want her beautiful pussy open to me, her taste on my tongue, and her sweet aroma drenching my face.

I drag my palms along her thighs and part them wide enough to stretch the center seam of her jeans. She whimpers quietly as I dip down and inhale her scent through the taut fabric.

It’s faint, covered barely by the smell of fresh laundry detergent. And, fuck, I have never loathed clothes more in my life.

Letting out a fevered grunt, I undo the button to her jeans and slide down the zipper, powerless to control my haste as I dip my fingers past her panties and between her saturated folds.

She is fucking soaked with need. I reach down to my buckle with my other hand and ease the pressure encasing my throbbing cock as I stroke her sweet little pussy.

She squirms on the counter and grinds her clit into my hand.

“Please,” she begs.

I test her readiness with the tip of a finger at the entrance to her sex. She gasps and bucks her hips. I groan as her tight, slick walls envelop my entire finger in result.

“Grave,” she whimpers. The walls of her pussy tremble around my moving digit. “Please. Please fuck me.”

The sound of tearing cloth fills the air as I lose control and rip open the crotch of her jeans.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I assure her. I push another finger inside her snug warmth and curl both until her eyes roll back.

She moans out loud and brazenly arches, coating more of my hand with her desire.

I bite back a groan and the impulse to pull back and lick my fingers clean. I release my cock completely instead.

I tug her closer with one hand until her ass is at the edge of the counter and my shaft is finally where it belongs: snug between the folds of her wet pussy.

It’s throbbing and ready, resting over her swollen clit and coating her round stomach with pre-cum.

“Grave,” she mewls. Her warm cunt clenches around my fingers, and her pelvis arches up as she grinds her clit into my throbbing shaft.

I groan and grasp the head of my cock and squeeze it hard to relieve some of the ache. More cum beads out, dripping on her pussy, and I growl at the stunning sight.

“Beautiful, can you take me?” I ask in a hoarse voice.

I’m a big guy all over. And with the way her sheath is tightly hugging my fingers alone, she’s going to suffocate my dick once I finally get it inside her.

Moaning as my fingers press deeper with her movement, she rises onto her elbows and looks down at my long, thick cock.

Her lips part, her pussy spasms around my fingers, and her eyes visibly hood from lust.

“I... Yes,” she whispers.

Her gaze roams up the length of my erection, over my flexed abdomen, chest, and to my eyes, which I know are dark and raging with need for her.

I pull my fingers out of her wet center and bring them to my mouth to lick them clean as she watches. The taste of her is beyond fucking addictive.

If I weren’t this close to being inside her for the first time, I’d spend the next hour eating her out and drinking up her sweet honey. I’ve gotten the taste I wanted. For now, that’s enough to tide me over.

“Lie back, baby. Spread for me,” I command her.

She submits to me immediately, parting her thighs and baring every inch of her pink cunt to my eyes.

I take my cock in hand for the last time and slide it down her folds, over her engorged clit, until the fat head presses against her slick entrance.

A guttural groan emanates from my chest as soon as I breach her silky warmth. Slowly, her heat encompasses every hard, sensitive inch of my shaft.

I go still once my pelvis becomes flush with hers. It’s an excruciating task, having all this hot silk surrounding my cock and not being able to fuck it until it’s worn and well-used.

“Fuck,” I growl out when she contracts around my length.

I have to give her a moment. She needs time to adjust.

Those thoughts go to hell the moment the first whimper and plea for me to move falls from Celia’s lips.

She writhes against me, teetering on my cock in a way that has little shocks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

I lean over her body, push up the front of her shirt, and tear her bra right down the middle. I’m desperate to see the pretty tits she flashed at me earlier today bouncing as I fuck her.

“Fucking stunning,” I grit out. I take in a deep, ragged breath and a good look at her dark eyes as I pull out just enough and thrust forward to sink back into her hot caress.

“Grave,” Celia moans, gripping my forearms that brace me above her. She trembles against me when I grind into her the moment we’re completely joined again. “Oh…”

I ease out. Her wetness makes my hard stroke back inside smooth yet violent in its fluidity.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan under my breath. “So wet.” I slam into her. She clutches my arms. “So tight.” I thrust harder. Faster.

She cries out, grinding against me and arching wantonly with every deep thrust I give. Her movements are rampant, all erotic and in the moment.

As I watch her gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure and continue to feed her trembling pussy with my cock, I lean down and lash at one of the taut nipples atop her heaving breasts.

She shudders underneath me, crying out sharply.

I take it into my mouth and suck hard, still flicking the sensitive bud with my tongue.

Her body jolts against mine, and I grin against her breast, purposely grazing her nipple with my teeth.

She has every reaction I could hope for. Her chest dips and shakes as she trembles, and her pussy clenches and pools my cock in more wet honey.

But she moans the wrong name when she cries, “Slayer.”

I nip her harder than intended the moment that name assaults my ears. She gasps and digs her nails into my arms.

“Shit. Sorry ba—”

There’s a cough behind me, and I abruptly stand, withdrawing from Celia to make sure her body is fully hidden with my own. She’s so damn small compared to me that it isn’t a difficult task.

As I put away my still hard cock, her head falls back against the marble of the countertop, and she groans, embarrassment flushing her cheeks.

She tries to place together the torn bits of her clothes and sits up in front of me, muttering something about Morrigan and a room.

Celia avoids my gaze completely and ignores me as she gets off of the counter. She turns away from me just after, clearly ready and thinking she can leave as if this wasn’t anything.

“Celia,” I growl.

Her eyes finally meet mine, expressing embarrassment and shame.

I know instantly it’s my fault for coming on so strong.

I want to kick myself for it, and I rage at just the thought of her being embarrassed about being caught with me.

Though, I know she may not see this situation as I do—with the eyes of a man who would love nothing more than to know another witnessed his claim.

Her cheeks flush a darker shade, and she mumbles to me, “I, um, need to go to the bathroom.”

The kitchen door swings open once more as Slayer comes back in. Celia immediately ducks her head and turns away.

I’m so used to the club life that having someone walk in mid-intercourse isn’t anything new.

Hell, if Slayer were one of the patches, he probably wouldn’t have even left until I growled at him like a damn beast in rutting heat.

The prospect clears his throat again and nods in my direction. “Morr texted me. Said you were moving in,” he says to Celia.

She laughs nervously and looks at him over her shoulder. “Yeah. If you could show the empty room to me now, that would be great. And maybe I could borrow a pair of pants?”

“Pants first,” Slayer replies nonchalantly and exits through the swinging door.

We’re alone again. I’m so damn tempted to finish what we started. I move behind her like before and lean down so my mouth is level with her ear.

Since I can’t seem to rein in control with her, I nip at her ear and the soft skin just beneath it until a soft moan leaves her lips.

“We’ll finish this,” I promise. Though, for now, the least I can do is get her off after working her up so good.

I grip her hips and pull her back into me, sliding my right hand down and past the torn bits of her clothes to cup her wet pussy.

She moans at the contact and presses herself into my palm. So fucking sexy.

I push my middle finger between her folds and rub her clit in featherlight circles, basking in her whimpers for more. Her head slams back into my shoulder when I add more pressure.

I watch her barely parted lips form an “O” as I continue to massage her bundle of nerves until her legs are shaking and threatening to give out.

The precise second I slide a finger into her wet cunt, she cries out my name and gushes all over my hand as she cums.

“Oh, god,” she whimpers as I continue to strum her through every last shudder. “Grave.”

Slayer’s boots thud against the floor of the halls as he comes back.

Celia rocks her hips lightly until I pull my fingers out of her pussy. I bring them up to my mouth as she looks on.

At the second taste of her on my tongue, I groan and have to step back before I really lose control and take her against the counter. This time, with an audience.

The club prospect walks in and hands Celia a pair of sweats. She turns around, obviously still dazed from her orgasm, and takes the clothing without another thought.

I see Slayer’s eyes flick down to the apex of her thighs that’s barely covered by blue jeans and the remnants of a black thong.

Two seconds. He couldn’t have been looking for longer than two seconds, revealing he isn’t interested, yet I still find myself wanting to kill him with my bare hands on the spot.

By the back of his patchless cut, I drag him out of the kitchen and into the hall, where I shove him against the wall, leaving behind a stunned Celia.

I’m close enough to him that I know he can see the severity of my expression when I say, “Listen up, prospect. You touch her, you die. You let anyone else touch her, hurt her, you die.”

I may be acting like said rutting beast—my man-to-man talk is basically me pissing at Celia’s feet to claim her as mine—but I don’t give a fuck.

As soon as my cock breached her tight silky cunt, she became mine.

Hell, as soon as our eyes met, because there would not be any chance in hell I wouldn’t claim her after seeing how fucking perfect she is.

Slayer’s gunmetal eyes squint ever so slightly at me, and I know if I weren’t a ranking patched member, I’d probably have received a skull-shaking right hook by now.

“Make good on that, and I’ll make damn sure you’re wearing the Reapers’ patch before the month is out,” I finish.

I won’t have to worry about the other guys in the club sniffing after Celia. Come morning, everyone will see, smell, and have heard that she is all mine.

Backing away, I nod to the prospect out of respect. He’ll make the cut for the Reapers’ club and earn his colors.

But I can’t deny that I’m taking advantage of this angle for Celia’s added protection.

The fucking prez already has a guard detail following Morrigan, so I know damn well I’m not being over-the-top. Not that it matters. Every patch here is loyal and protective of our own.

Morrigan and Celia may not wear patches like the rest of the members, but as our women, they are Reapers.

Straightening his vest, Slayer follows me back into the kitchen. I stop to pull my shirt and jacket back on.

Celia’s eyes flick toward me, and I give her my best heated stare so she knows I meant what I said earlier.

Slayer leads her upstairs to the rooms after.

Few club members live here aside from me and the prospects. It’s required during their trial time when we need to watch them, but with Patch and Cage gone, there’s an empty room.

I grin to myself as I realize it’s the one that connects to mine through a Jack and Jill bathroom. Not that it changes much.

I’ll be in her bed or she’ll be in mine every fucking day until we die if I have my way about it.

I exit the kitchen and head back to the meeting room. Before I lost myself in Celia, I was discussing the next course of action with the prez and other ranking patches.

I take my seat next to Konrad at the table and meet a knowing look from him.

He gets straight to business. “We’ve got a plan for tonight. It just needs your eye, and then we ride.”