Laurie and Amelia, two of the newest club bitches, sashayed up to him, their gazes hungry and their tongues hanging out. Yeah, he was a beautiful beast, and he’d taken them for a ride the week before. Together. One on his cock—as far as she could take it, the other on his face. It had been a good fuck—they’d come all over him and his bed, and he’d gotten off. So, he wouldn’t mind a repeat.
Grinning at them, he offered each of them an arm. They looped theirs through his and giggled.
“Ladies,” he drawled. “Looks like I’m yours tonight.”
“I’d be yours every night, Odin,” Laurie purred, leaning into press her heaving tits into his right side. On his left side, Amelia hummed. “We can share you, Odin. We know how you love it when you can have us both. And you’re so big…you need two women who know what they’re doing to satisfy you.”
She wasn’t wrong. Not about anything.
So why did the thought of taking the two beauties to his bed leave him feeling…weary?
Shit.
Down in the main room, the dance floor was crowded…but people weren’t dancing. They were staring at something in the middle of the floor where a commotion had stopped the party.
What the fuck?
Several brothers, a couple of prospects, all the club bitches, and several hangers-on were milling around, murmuring to one another. Hawk lifted his chin, his gaze flicking to the middle of the room. His gaze read “some trouble here.”
Shit. That last thing he needed tonight after his dad’s call and Bonnie’s shit…and whatever the fuck happened to his mind after Trouble’s insightful bullshit. He stepped up, Laurie and Amelia clinging to him like barnacles, and the crowd parted so he could stride through, right into the thick of things. What he saw made him stop in his fucking tracks.
A tiny blonde woman stood beside another woman who was squatting beside the prone body of one of his brothers. From the looks of it, it was Slick. What did that fucker run his mouth about now, and which one of his brothers had laid him out?
Fuck. Now he needed to deal some club discipline, and he wasn’t in the fucking mood to go soft. Brother or no.
“Slick wouldn’t take no, Prez,” Raptor reported from his position right at the rim of the ring around the two women. Odin’s gaze dropped to Slick, who was just then starting to moan and shift. A small pool of blood had formed beneath his face. “She broke his nose.” That explained it. His gaze shot to the woman squatting beside a groaning Slick. The lights in the place were up high, so anything closer to the floor was mostly in shifting shadows, so he couldn’t make out much of the woman’s face, though he could tell there was plenty there to admire. But damn, he could appreciate a woman who could put a man down, especially one as fucking stacked as she was. His cock hardened in his jeans, the vein beneath his shaft pressing into the teeth of his zipper. It hurt like fuck, but he’d take it.
The woman who’d been squatting beside Slick slowly rose to standing until she was at her full height. Boom. His heart shuddered to a stop as his breath caught. Tall. Tall enough to nearly meet his eyes. In a room full of club bitches who barely came up to his chest, this woman could kiss his mouth without having to stand on her tiptoes.
And fucking kiss him, she would, if he had anything to say about it. And he did, because he was the goddamn All Father. His entire body flooded with a heat so scorching it was like the sun had taken up space in his chest.
Someone turned off the music and turned on the overhead LED lighting, filling the room with silence and brilliance.
He blinked because he couldn’t be seeing what he thought he was seeing.
She couldn’t be real. It was impossible.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, unable to tear his gaze away from the perfection before him.
Long, thick legs encased in black leather, wide hips, narrow waist accentuated by the black leather jacket she wore. Her tits were gloriously cupped by the tight fabric of her top—and what big, pert tits they were, too. Tits that would overflow evenhisbig hands. Tits that would fill his mouth while he nipped and sucked her diamond hard nipples. Tits that would lovingly cup his fat cock as he thrust between them to cum in her mouth.
His heart hammering against his ribs, his gaze lifted to her face and his breath caught once more, turning his blood to fire. He would never be able to take a full breath around this woman, and he’d gladly die of suffocation. Golden eyes that narrowed in shape at the edges…the eyes of a lioness were rimmed with black eyelashes that matched the long, dark, sleek ribbon of hair secured at the top of her head and draped over her shoulder to the tips of her breasts. Immediately, images of her on her hands and knees in front of him, his hips slamming into her fleshy, round ass as he used her hair like a rope, pulling her head back to ravage her mouth as he savaged her pussy.
His cock, more than eager to make those images reality, twitched in his jeans, his tip leaking precum into the material. Fuck, if he didn’t get his thoughts in control, he’d make a mess of himself where his brothers could see. He’d never fucking hear the end of it.
Still, he took her in—terrified of missing a single detail, unable to stop staring at her. Devouring her with his starving gaze. The bridge of her nose was narrow and kissed with a blush of light freckles. Thin and straight, it flared at the nostrils right over a pair of lips that were currently thinned in displeasure but were more than likely ripe and fucking juicy otherwise. Her pale skin was without blemish—other than the sexy as hell freckles he wanted to count with his tongue, and her cheekbones were high, sharp.
Needing to memorize every inch of her, his ravenous gaze dropped to her body once more. Long,long, sturdy, muscled legs…. Legs that would wrap around him, holding him tight against her, strangling his larger body as he pounded into her. She was well built, like a fucking Norse deity, a shield maiden to the warrior gods, and everything he never realized he wanted.
Like lightning hurled from the heavens, straight to his brain, he knew.
Shewas what he’d been missing.Shewas what he hungered for when all other women left him wanting.
Shewas motherfucking perfect for him. And he would have her.
His cock, hard as steel, throbbed against his inner thigh where it nearly touched the top of his knee. All ten inches of him was damn near exploding, aching, needing to be inside her. It knew just as he did that they’d finally found someone who could take him.Allof him. And he wasn’t going to let her go.
Fuck. She’s magnificent.
