Chapter Six

Priest

"I'm in a terrible mood, so you better start talking," I say, walking into the Barn, eyes on the three men kneeling on the cold hard floor before me.

The Barn, as we call our interrogation building, is a small structure situated in a remote corner of the MC's private property. These days, with the club edging more and more toward legitimate business, we rarely need to use the Barn for its intended purpose. But the need still arises more often than I'd like.

The Barn is a small structure, roughly twenty feet square. There's a concrete floor with a drain in the center and soundproofed, tin walls. The room is devoid of any natural light, and whatever unfortunate soul is inside won't be able to tell what time of the day it is. It's basically a metal box, and it's hot as fuck. Only the club's senior officials have access to the Barn or even know of its existence.

It's been a while since I have been called to visit the Barn; I'm usually content to leave its occupants for the club's enforcers to deal with. Today, I'm not in the best mood. My fingers are itching for a fight, and the men kneeling on the floor must sense it too because they try to shuffle back when their eyes lock on me, but there is nowhere to go. They are trapped.

"W-we don't know anything," the oldest of the three men blurts. He can't be a year over thirty, but his sunburned face and thinning hair make him look haggard.

"We both know that's not true," I say, rolling my sleeves up. "But perhaps you need my help to remember."

There is no remorse as I work over the men. There is little moral code when it comes to criminals, but kidnapping innocent people and trafficking them is not something the Steel Order MC will abide. Most clubs in our area don't, but the Black Chains will do anything for money.

By the time I am done, I have a list of names of all the people who aided the men in trafficking the girls last night and the date for the next transfer.

"What do we do about the nephew?" Knight asks stepping up to me and nodding at a whimpering young man on the floor. "We don't want to bring a fight to our doorstep because of some dumb kid."

"Get rid of the other two, then send this one back to his uncle with the message to stay out of our territory," I tell him. "The Black Chains needs to know what happens when you cross us."

Knight nods and calls Reaper to help deal with the mess.

Normally, this would be the end of it. As our rivals, the Black Chains expect us to retaliate if caught on our turf, so sending their president's nephew back to him broken and bloody—but alive—would be seen simply as the Steel Order defending our territory. We don't make it a habit to get involved in social justice matters considering the illegal businesses we dabble in ourselves, but I won't stand by and watch as innocent young girls are kidnapped and sold.

And Sky . . . she's one of us.

She's mine!

And I need her now. Beating these idiots has done nothing to settle the raging storm in my head, and I know just where I need to go to calm down, but before I can leave, someone steps in my path.

Knight's serious expression draws me up short, and I can see there is something on his mind. "What?" I ask with a sigh.

"Look man, you know I don't normally worry about your hookups, but that girl . . ."

"What about her?"

"I ran a background check on her," he says, bracing himself for a verbal lashing, but I stay calm, waiting for him to finish what he needs to say. "We've been best friends for twenty years, and I know that, while you're not completely an asshole, you don't really give a shit about many people, so when you brought the girl back with you, I was curious about her. I called our connection at the police department to look into her."

My face remains blank to hide just how much I hate that my best friend went behind my back to run a background check on my girl, but a logical part of me reminds me that I would have done the same thing. We never let anyone who is not family into the clubhouse, all casual hookups happen off the property with discretion.

Bringing a total stranger into our space was reckless, but I don't regret it. I would do the same thing over again.

Sky is mine!

"So, what did you find out?" I ask, impatient to get back to the girl in my house.

"Sky Tyler is her name, in case your hands and mouth were too busy to ask." He snickers. "Anyway, she's just your typical girl from a small town who found bad luck in the big city. She made a police report yesterday about getting robbed."

"What does the report say?"

Knight's expression lifts with his humor. "Apparently, she arrived in the city, and within hours, decided to trust a bunch of teens to carry her stuff, and they disappeared into the crowd with all her things."

I shake my head at her naivety, but she doesn't have to worry about people taking advantage of her anymore. Not when she has the scariest motherfucker in the city eating out of her palms.

"Do we know the cop that handed her over to the Broken Chains?"

"Not yet," Knight says, dipping his hands into his pockets as a dark scowl overtakes his features. "You'll have to ask her what he looked like. According to our guy, everyone who was on shift last night was accounted for the entire time, and the spot for the name of the officer taking the report was left blank. I'm having our boys see if they can track down the kids who took off with her bags."

I nod, glad he's already taking care of it. I slap his shoulder and start for the clubhouse, my mind already on the girl in my suite.

It seems Sky hasn't had the best welcome to Austin, and I am about to fix that for her. By the time I am done, she'll forget all about the bad things that have happened to her.

***

I find her curled up in my bed.

I stop by the door to stare at her, and my heart thumps in my chest at the beauty lying in my space. She is magnificent, her long golden hair cascading over the pillow and a soft smile playing on her lips.

I should walk away.

What I should do and what I want to do are sentiments constantly at war when it comes to this girl.

Walking away is not an option. Not at this moment, not ever.

I quietly approach her, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake up. I lean down and brush my lips over hers before trailing them down her neck and soaking up her intoxicating scent. She moans in her sleep, the voice light and needy.

"Daddy," she whimpers, and fuck, hearing her call out to me even in her sleep shoots straight to my cock, but it's the aching clench of my heart that comes as a surprise. I've never truly been needed by anyone.

Sure, the club needs me as their president, the members depend on me for leadership, but if something ever happened to me, I could easily be replaced, just like I replaced my old man when he was arrested and sentenced to life. My younger sister, Rhea, briefly needed me when she was forced to flee her mother and stepfather. But she's always been pretty independent, she even goes to college out of state.

For Sky to seek me out even in her sleep tugs at my heartstrings, and I fall deeper for the girl.

"Mine," I whisper possessively as I run my hands over her covered thighs, even as I brush my lips over her throat, slowly waking her up.

"Priest," she moans, and when I push up to look at her, my eyes lock on clear light blue ones, and I find myself sinking into them. Christ, everything about this girl is perfect. Pure. As if to make up for the imperfections I bring to the table.

"You're up," I say throatily, brushing my lips against hers, and she opens up to me so easily, sighing with pleasure when I slip my hand under the sheets, my cock jutting hard against my jeans when I find her naked under the covers.

She parts her thighs for me when I slide my hands down her body, gasping softly against my lips when I rub circles over her damp folds to part her feminine lips. She whimpers when I begin rubbing circles over her sex, coating my hand with her arousal.

"Oh, Daddy," she cries, arching her hips to ride my fingers, and it takes everything not to shoot in my pants.

My cock is straining painfully behind my fly with the need to come inside of her tight little cunt and mark her as mine.

"Fuck!" I growl, withdrawing my hand before tossing the covers off her to reveal her naked body. "I need to fuck you now, baby." My eyes stay on her as I push back off the bed to strip out of my clothes. I tear off the shirt and toss it aside. "Touch yourself, princess. Get your tight pussy ready for Daddy."

She bites her lips and looks down, but not before I catch sight of her excited eyes. She hesitates a little, and I watch with bated breath as my perfect girl dips her left hand between her legs.

"Do it just how I showed you," I say gruffly, unzipping my jeans as I watch her try to mimic my moves from earlier, and soon, she's not just doing it for show. Her back arches and her nipples bead as she drags her middle finger through her folds.

"Oh," she cries, her eyes glazing over as her breath quickens.

I take out my cock and stroke it as I approach her, my control torn to shreds. I have been hard off and on all day, her body teasing me even as I fought for patience.

"You drive me crazy, little girl," I rasp, climbing onto bed and settling one knee between her thighs. I push her legs further apart, forcing her to withdraw her hand from her body which she does with a low whine. "Only I am allowed to bring you pleasure."

My mouth is pressed down on hers before she can protest or say a word. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as I align my throbbing cock with her sex, rubbing the thick head over her arousal to gather her wetness. Lord above, just being so close to the prize drives me wild.

I've never, in all of my thirty-five years of living, needed one single person the way I need this girl. In less than twenty-four hours, she went from being someone I didn't know existed to being my entire world.

A girl I would kill for. No, that would be too simple. Sky is someone I would die for.

"Oh!" she whimpers when I push the head of my shaft against her tight entrance, and I begin to press into her. Barely. I can tell this is not going to be easy for either one of us with how freaking tight she is.

"Fuck, princess, you're so tight!" I grind out, bracing an arm over her head and fight not to thrust the rest of the way in and bury my cock in her warmth. My desires aside, the thought of hurting Sky in any way that doesn't bring her pleasure sends my stomach churning.

"It's okay, Daddy," she whispers breathily, and Christ, she looks like the most beautiful thing in the world, naked beneath me, the entrance of her tight little cunt stretched by my cock. "I know it's supposed to hurt. I'm okay."

I lean down and brush my lips against hers, our breaths mingling hotly as I wrap my free arm around her thigh and slide another inch into her tightness. "I'll make you feel better soon, sweetheart," I rasp shakily, pushing more of my length into her slickness.

"So big!" she gasps, her fingers flexing around my shoulders.

I bury my face in her neck just as I thrust my hips forward and rip through the thin barrier of her innocence. She cries out, burying her nails in my shoulders as my balls threaten to empty from the feel of her squeezing my hard shaft. She's so fucking slick and tight it's a miracle that I haven't already come.

"Oh . . . Oh God!" she cries, dragging her short nails down my back as I hold still to give her time to adjust to my thickness.

"Are you okay, princess?"

"Yeah," she hums, rocking her hips slightly, and the move does is has my balls throbbing with the need to come.

"Going to fuck you now, princess," is all the warning she gets before my fingers tighten around her thigh and I start rocking into her sex, gently at first until I can't stand it anymore. Something feral, almost inhuman rises in me, and soon, I am hammering into her tight little cunt in fast fevered moves.

I've waited for—wanted—this perfect angel from the second she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me like the sun revolves around me.

Like she was the lucky one to meet me and not the other way around.

"Daddy . . . feels good," she sobs, her hips lifting to meet mine, and just like that, we forget everything else but this moment. I pump recklessly into her tight channel, her pleasured cries guiding me around her body.

"Going to breed you, princess." I growl. "Bury my seed so deep inside of you and get you all swollen with my child."

"Yes. yes!" she chants, tearing her nails down my back and no doubt adding to the battle scars that already mar my skin, but she can mark me all she wants. Hers are the only scars I will proudly carry.

I'm so close.

Fuck! I knew I wouldn't last long with how tight and responsive to my touch she is.

I lower my head to kiss her neck, trailing my lips down the slope of her collarbone. She cries out when my mouth closes hotly over her nipple, sucking at the tight bud until she's mewling and thrashing under me. I give the same attention to the other nipple as I pick up my pace, driving my cock into her harder and faster.

I release her nipple with a slick pop before lifting my eyes to lock with hers. "I need you to come for Daddy," I rasp, tightening my hand on her hip as I rock harder into her, rutting her like a madman and sending the bed creaking under us. Her breathing grows labored and her thighs start shaking before she climaxes with a sob, her pussy cinching hard around my cock and triggering my own orgasm.

I come with a roar, my body straining hard as I spill the thick ropes of my hot seed into her trembling pussy. I pump my cock roughly into her tightness, her sobs mingling with my groans as I draw out the orgasm. A shudder racks my body as she milks me of every drop, and it seems to last forever.

"Mine!" I grind harshly, pressing my lips hard against hers and swallowing her pleasured cries. "You belong to only me, Sky. I will bury anyone that fucking dares to touch you."

"Yours," she whimpers, wrapping her arms tightly around me as I drop on top of her in exhaustion.

I brush my lips over her temples, vowing to protect this girl to my last breath. I was a dangerous man before, but now that I have so much to lose, I am practically lethal. I have never wanted to protect anything or anyone as much as I want to protect Sky, and anyone who gets in the way of that will signing their own death warrant.

Mine!