Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Lottie

My heart jumped, thumping in my chest when Xander slammed his way out of the door.

Pressing a hand to my chest I let out a ragged breath. “Ok then.” I closed my eyes,

I’d expected that kind of reaction from Killian, not for Xander. And to make it worse he hadn’t even flinched when i had told him about my past.

No he hadn’t run then. He had run when I asked him a very simple question. Or at least in my head it had been simpte

What were we?

I hadn’t even asked where we were going. I didn’t have the chance because he ran away.

Fucking coward.

I moved to the edge of the seat and heaved myself up only to have Killian grab me around the waist and pull me back against him.

“Don’t.” His lips brushed against my hairline. “Just give him time. He doesn’t open up easily.”

Yeah, I was getting that. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it but I was getting it. I huffed. “I just don’t expect him to act like that. But my mistake, I thought what we had was special.” I tensed under Killian’s heavy arm. “I realise now that I’m just one of your conquests and-”

He trapped my face between his hands, drawing my face towards his but not kissing my lips.

“You aren’t a conquest. You’re my everything. Our everything if that stubborn/bastard will just let himself feel enough. He has issues.” He rolled his eyes.

I couldn’t help it I laughed. “Don’t we all?” I said dryly. “But if this is just/going to be a casual thing, I think-”

Killians hands clamped around my waist, lifting me fully onto his lap and trapping me there.

“Listen to me Lottie, and listen to me well. This isn’t casual. Not for me.”

I couldn’t help but look towards the door where Xander had just vanished. I sighed.

“He has feelings for you as well. He just has-”

“Issues.” I repeated his earlier words with a roll of my eyes. “Yeah.”

“He will be back, Lottie.” Killians lips brushed against my earlobe, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. “He will come back with his tail between his legs because he’s just as crazy about you as I am.”

“You’re crazy about me?”

“Oh my god do you even have to ask? I love you. I’ve loved you half of my life, maybe longer.”

Staring into his blue eyes, I lost myself in them. “You haven’t known me that long.”

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Hemipped at my bottom lip: “My soul has. My soul was born looking for yours. And now I have you. I don’t plan on letting go.”

“Even after what you found out?”

He tensed for a second. And then curled his had around the back of my skull and crashed our mouths together. The kiss was bruising. A fiery promise that I felt deep in my gut.

This was forever.

I melted into his body. My lips and tongue as hungry as his. One hand slid down the length of his body to cop him through his jeans.

Thick and long. I could feel him pulsing with the same need that was consuming me.

Fingers trembling I yanked at his zipper. I needed to touch him. It was the only way I would believe what he said was true.

I needed him… inside of me.

Our souls were one and I needed our bodies to be one as well.

“Lottie.” He groaned.

“Unless you tell me to get off of you, I need to touch you. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

In answer his mouth melded over mine again. Just as hard and insistent as it had been before. My hand delved deep into the open triangle of his jeans to curl around the thick base of his cock and I squeezed. Causing him to groan low in his throat. The rumbling swept through my body. Egging me on.

Slowly, my lips still sipping at his, I slid my hand up and down his length. Loving the velvet feel of him, of the veins that throbbed against my palm.

Swiping my thumb over the leaking head of him, I caught a bead of precum on my thumb and brought it to my lips. The taste of him exploding against my

tongue.

He tasted amazing and he tasted like he was mine. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth so I could fill my throat with his salty taste.

Only I didn’t because at the end of the day I was a greedy selfish person and I needed him.

Tearing my lips from his, I stood and yanked my leggings down my legs. My underwear bundled up in them. I didn’t bother with the top hal. Really that

wasn’t important.

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I didn’t want nice or loving. I wanted to have him inside of me.

Straddling his legs, I licked at my fingers and rubbed those fingers against myself to ease him inside of me. And then I was guiding him to me and lowering myself down.

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