Claimed (MC Erotica): The Devil's Own Collection

If she could have it her way, Natalie would get all these biker gangs to disappear from town. Their noise and shady activities, the new guy in town who was always in at the diner to boast, the way people fawn over these guys like they were anything more than criminals...

Of course the person who found out about her true feelings had to be Chase, the Devil's Own alpha man, the very person that featured in Natalie's unspeakable fantasies...


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He sighed. "Is this your way of getting men? Prodding them until they're mad with rage and lust?"


I was about to grin and continued poking him when he said, "Because it's working real fine."


"Oh."

He reached out and grabbed my cheek, pulling me down easily for a man supposedly weak from fever and a beat up. My elbow coming down on his chest didn't faze him as he ran a fingertip across my lips and slid it in.


"Remember this, little Red?" he placed his other hand behind my head and pushed his finger deeper, toying with my tongue. I moaned a little when more finger was pushed in, my head thrown back from the force and flood of sensations. How could sucking on his fingers feel this good?


And yes, the mere memory of that quick finger fuck was definitely enough to start the warm pool of lust between my legs, I could feel myself sidling closer to him, my heavy breasts resting snugly on his chest as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, slowly suckling on my soft lips.


His hand had no difficulty finding my skirt again and I gasped when he simply pushed it up to my waist, exposing my ass.


"I love this tiny little excuse for panties," he whispered, a wet tongue teasing the lobe of my ear as impatient hands pushed my panties down my thighs.