Lily's Protector - Wolves MC

Chapter 31

Lily

Dawson and I wake up while it's still dark outside. After he claimed me, he pulled me into his arms, and we fell asleep. I'm truly beginning to love waking up in his arms just as much as I love being his.

"What time is it?" he asks, still holding onto me tightly.

"I'm not sure but it's dark outside and I'm starving." I admit and he laughs into my hair.

"Me too, Little One. Come on, I want steak." His voice is low and deep as speaks into my hair. The sound of his voice and the mention of steak has me moaning.

"Hmm that sounds good." I moan lowly thinking of him and steak. Fuck, I'm not sure which I want more right now.

"You moan like that, and we won't make it out of this bed." He teases as I laugh into his chest. I sit up and retreat to the bathroom.

When I return, he sits up in bed and watches as I pull on my thong and his black tank top over my bare skin. His tank top falls off one shoulder and I look at him as smiles at me.

"It belongs on you, Little One. As does my cut." He nods towards the brown leather chair across from him in the corner.

His leather cut with the wolf patch is draped over the back of it. I know what it means if I put it on. It means he's claiming me. I don't know much about club rules, but I know only an old lady, or an intended one, can wear a biker's cut. I walk over to it and rub my fingers over the wolf patch.

I pick it up slowly and put it on as he watches me. Pulling my hair out of it, I let it fall down over the leather as I look down and run my fingers along the black and white patches that are across my tits. One says Sgt-At-Arms and the other one says Nitro.

He slides off the bed and comes to me kneeling on his knees in front of me.

"You're so beautiful, Little One, and you are mine." He whispers, looking into my eyes as he tucks my hair behind my ears before he pulls me to him, kissing me gently on the lips. I belong to Nitro, the Sergeant-at-Arms for the Wolves Motorcycle Club.

Releasing my lips, I place my hands on his shoulders to brace myself as he rubs his hands up my sides sending goosebumps over my skin. His hands trail over my tits and he teases each nipple with his fingers as he kisses me softly on the lips.

"I need to feed you. If I don't get you out of this room, that isn't going to happen." He stands and pulls a pair of sweatpants on, and we disappear into the kitchen.

Thirty minutes later, we are sitting at the kitchen table eating steak, sauteed mushrooms, and baked potatoes. We have talked more about our childhoods, our likes and dislikes and music. Talking to him is amazing and find myself wanting to know everything I can.

I finish my steak and lean back in my chair watching as he takes the last bite of his. When he finishes it, he leans back in his chair and begins to watch me, in return.

He is so fucking perfect. His perfectly cut black hair, his deep, dark blue eyes, his masculine face with his perfectly trimmed beard, his perfect broad chiseled shoulders, his muscular chest and killer abs, the tattoo that wraps his shoulders and runs down his chest and down his arms, the full arm sleeve tattoos, and his perfect tan skin. He's a fucking god... and he's mine. The thought makes my pussy throb for him.

"What are you thinking about, Little One?" he arches an eyebrow looking at me with his deep blue eyes.

"How fucking handsome you are and how I want your cock deep inside of me again." I watch as the corner of his mouth slides into a seductive grin and I feel myself get wetter. Fuck, he hasn't even touched me and I want to come for him, he's that fucking sexy.