18. Luna

18

Luna

Ghost wouldn’t take his eyes off me the whole time Reaper was talking to me, and it was the confirmation I needed that I was doing the right thing tonight. He might have been trying to resist, but the second Reaper touched my arm, Ghost pulled out his knife and held it at his side.

He knows I’m his; he just needs the okay to act on it.

After all, his mind might resist, but his body wants me. I felt the proof when he stopped me from storming away. His thick muscles tensed, and his hard cock pressed against my ass as I taunted him. He’s aching to put me in my place, and I want him to do it.

Which is why, the moment he let me go, I knew what needed to be done.

I cut through the clubhouse, beelining to Ghost’s bedroom. Once inside, I stripped off my jeans and lay on his bed. He might have been able to deny me at the strip club, but it will take more than patience to refuse me here.

Setting up my phone on the nightstand, I spread my knees and sent him a photo that was just enough of a tease to lure him in.

The trap is set. The only question is, what beast am I begging to the surface?

Just because Ghost is reclusive doesn’t mean I haven’t sensed his dominance. If let off his leash, there’s a monster waiting to come out.

I’m begging for it.

Desperate for it.

I want to feel those claws ripping me open.

My fingers graze over the comforter while I wait. It’s soft and freshly cleaned. His pillows are like clouds, and his room is spotless. It’s exactly what I’d expect from a man who is precise and controlling over every little detail.

While the rest of the clubhouse reeks of stale cigarette smoke, Ghost’s room smells like leather and wood polish. And when I bury my nose in his pillows, they smell like him.

After I send the text, it doesn’t take more than a minute for Ghost to step into the room.

His jaw clenches at the sight of me on his bed, but instead of kicking me out, he shuts the door behind him, resting his back against the wood as he locks it.

His tattooed forearms flex when his hand tightens on the handle .

“You got my text?” I scoot back, stretching out my bare legs to tease him.

“How did you get in here, Luna?”

“You mean because the door was locked?” I bite my lower lip. “Tempe’s been teaching me a few things.”

“Like breaking and entering?”

“Maybe.”

Ghost narrows his gaze, finally lifting off the doorframe. Every step he takes toward the bed makes my body throb as a weight settles in my core with my anticipation.

When he finally reaches the bed, he grabs my calves with his large hands and pulls me down to the bottom. He leans over me and grips my jaw, tipping my face to his. Any gentleness is gone, and I’m faced with the beast he hides in his silence.

My legs rest on either side of his, and I hold the comforter, trying to stay strong.

“Why do you keep pushing this?” His fingers dig into my cheeks. “Why can’t you let this go?”

“Because you don’t scare me, Ghost.”

“I should.”

“Well, you don’t. What are you so afraid of?”

“People around me end up hurt.”

“Like whoever the girl was before me?”

His expression cools. “Something like that.”

I figured. The only reason Ghost would have sworn off women is because one broke his heart or got hurt because of him. He’s a biker. That’s how this world is .

Swallowing my jealousy at the thought of him loving anyone else, I refuse to break his stare. “Then don’t let that happen.”

His cool eyes ignite like the pit of the hottest fire. Blue to the core and burning me from the inside out. His jaw clenches as a smirk cracks his cold expression, and the faintest glimmer of amusement paints his face.

“You’re such a fucking brat, Luna. Striking matches and not thinking about what you might end up burning down.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

His lips brush mine—a breath away. I wait for him to pull back and disappoint me again. My heart races to try and catch up before he does. But right as he shifts back, I grab his wrist, and it shatters his resistance.

Ghost’s lips meet mine in a brutal kiss. The full force of his irritation floods out. Anger that I won’t let this go. Frustration that he can’t hold back. He punishes me with his kiss as the stubble on his jaw roughly rubs my skin.

But I don’t pull away. I grab his face and kiss him deeper.

He tips my head back, holding my jaw and claiming me. His fingers pinch my cheeks, forcing my mouth open, and his tongue tastes like whiskey. His kiss deepens, and it turns into something more intimate.

“Fuck, Luna,” he mumbles against my mouth as he pulls back, brushing his lips over mine. “What are you doing to me?”

I drag my hands down the sides of his neck, sliding my fingers over his cut as I trail lower. But just as my palm grazes the large bulge growing behind his zipper, he snatches my wrist and stops me.

I wait for him to pull my hand away, but he doesn’t. He holds my palm over him, pressing it to his thickening cock.

“How long has it been, Marcus?” I rub my palm over his length.

A growl vibrates in his chest. “Five years. Give or take.”

“Are you really going to keep that countdown ticking forever?” I tighten my hold over him, aching to feel him inside me. “Or am I worth breaking that streak for?”

His gaze softens as he looks down at me. “Worth it?”

“Or, you know—” I stutter, suddenly nervous that was the wrong choice of words because what if I’m not?

Up until now, everyone in my life has considered me disposable. Using me for my worth and then throwing me out. I don’t know if I can handle Ghost feeling that way about me.

He dips down for a kiss. It’s gentler this time, even if it’s somehow even more intense. And when he pulls back, he stares deep into my eyes.

“You’re worth more than you can comprehend, Luna. More than a man like me is owed in twenty lifetimes. You’re worth bargaining my own damn soul.”

Warmth floods my chest with his words. Tears sting my eyes, but I manage to hold them back. I think I’ve loved this man as long as I’ve known him, but to hear him say that makes everything swell to the surface.

“Then stop holding back, Marcus. I need you.” I try to reach for a kiss, but he resists me. “I know you’ve kept your distance, and I respect your reasons for it. But I can’t keep doing this. My whole life, things have been fleeting. I can’t be just another person’s temporary landing place.”

Pressing my lips together, I wish I’d kept that to myself. But Ghost brings out every insecurity. He reveals every truth. Which is what that is—if he can’t give me more, I can’t keep trying forever.

“Fuck me.” It’s nearly a whisper. “Don’t you want to?”

“Want to?” He releases my jaw, dragging his hand to my throat and pinning my back to the bed. “You don’t understand, Luna, and that’s the whole fucking problem. Wanting to fuck you doesn’t even begin to describe what I want from you.”

Ghost keeps one hand on my throat, using the other to reach between my legs. He pulls my panties to the side, slowly dragging his knuckles over my pussy. His touch is barely a whisper when I’m desperate for the pressure that will bring me my release. He skates his thumb up and down my wet core, teasing a moan from my lips, and only then does he sink two fingers in.

“Want you?” He brushes his mouth over mine with the gentlest graze that has my nerves prickling. “I want you so bad there’s no getting enough of you. If you give me one taste, I’ll swallow you whole. I have control over most things in my life, but needing you—craving you—isn’t one of them. You like to run, but if you give yourself to me, I can’t let you. I’ll hold you so tight you can’t fucking breathe. That’s what you make me want. You hand yourself over, there’s no going back. ”

His confession should terrify me because it’s a threat as much as it’s a promise. And he probably expects it to scare me away, but instead, I tip my knees open, hoping he means what he said.

“If you want me, then do something about it.”

“Fuck.” Ghost releases my neck and grabs my thighs, widening them as he dives between them.

His tongue skates in a circle over my clit, teasing me before he fucks me with it. I grip the comforter overhead, trying to hold on. But his warmth, paired with the rough scratch of the stubble on his jaw, makes my hips buck. For a man who’s spent five years refusing to touch a woman, he kisses me between the legs like he’s after a reward.

Ghost hums against my pussy as he drives two fingers in, and when he sucks on my clit, my fingers fly into his hair. He moves from sweet to rough. From slow to intense. Ghost watches me as he drags his tongue up my pussy, and I ache with the need for him to give me something to grip.

“Take off your shirt,” he commands.

I do as he says, stripping off my shirt and bra while he rips my underwear down my legs.

I’m completely exposed. And while I’ve imagined this, nothing compares to him standing over me, stripping his cut off his thick shoulders. He drapes it on the back of a chair before grabbing the back of his T-shirt and tugging it off in one swoop. The planes of his tattooed chest ripple with the moonlight shining through the window, and every inked inch of muscle is bare to me. His tattooed fingers slip to his jeans, and he strokes his cock, watching me wiggle in desperation.

His eyes are like cameras taking me in and recording every second.

Hearing every breath.

Memorializing this moment.

“You’re beautiful.” He strokes up his cock as he shoves his jeans down. “Scoot back. I want your cum on my sheets and your sweat soaking my pillow by the time I’m done with you.”

I plant my hands at my sides and scoot backward, watching Ghost stalk me with his gaze as he strips off his pants. His body is a towering statue that I can’t take my eyes off of, but when my gaze drops to his thick cock, I swallow, absorbing his size.

It’s going to be a lot more to take than his large fingers.

“Worried about what you see?” He strokes his cock slowly, catching me staring.

“No.” It comes out pitched as I shake my head.

“You are.” He climbs onto the bed and lowers his mouth by my ear. “But you’re going to take every inch, aren’t you, Luna?”

Ghost drags his cock over my pussy, and I squirm at the feel of him. He toys with my clit, but when I lift my hips and seek him out, he pulls his cock away and moves down to fuck me with his tongue.

“Just because you have a greedy little cunt”—he licks my pussy—“doesn’t mean you’re ready to take me yet. We need to warm you up first. Don’t you agree? ”

He shoves three fingers inside me this time, and I tilt my head back as a scream escapes. His tongue flicks back and forth over my clit, and my vision darkens. The waves inside me are cresting, but he doesn’t relent. He thrashes his tongue, dragging my climax out like he’s setting off a bomb. My ears ring as I come, and a tear slips down my cheek.

The intensity is almost more than I can handle.

“Fuck you taste so good.” Ghost kneels between my legs, stroking his cock as he continues to toy with my pussy.

He drags his thumb through my excitement, then lifts it to his lips and sucks it into his mouth.

“So good.” He strokes his cock. “You might as well be my greatest sin.”

“Then take me to hell with you.”

Ghost smirks, grabbing my hips and flipping my body around so I’m face down on the bed. He tugs my ass in the air, lining himself up.

“Remember what I said, Luna. You brought this on yourself. Now show me why this pussy is where every inch of me belongs.”

Ghost grabs my ass, positioning his cock at my center, and when he thrusts forward, the room darkens. The stretch is so intense that I open my mouth, but what comes out is silence. His thick cock brings me to my limits.

“Good girl.” He caresses down the backs of my thighs, slowly rocking. “Halfway there.”