“But you said—”
He cut me off with an intense kiss. “Won’t happen again, baby.”
I gazed lovingly into Storm’s eyes and said, “Looks like the back of the neck it is, Art. Where’s the tequila?”
Storm hugged me, and I felt it—crazy, fierce love. We were okay, but I didn’t keep my mouth shut when stuff bothered me. Not after everything I went through with Dane. I spoke my mind and didn’t care who else heard me. Storm encouraged me to not be afraid to tell him when he’d crossed the line or upset me so he could fix it.
Damn, I loved him.
“All right, Angel. Let’s get started.”
I grabbed a handful of Storm’s T-shirt. My heart jackhammered against my ribs.
He lifted my chin with his thumb, leveling his eyes to mine. “I’m here, baby. It’ll all be okay. I’ll be holding you.”
I knew he would. I was so glad he showed me how I’d lean into him with my forehead braced on his chest. I doubted most people needed someone literally holding them while getting a tattoo, but I needed Storm. He was my comfort and wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I trusted him with my life.
Now, I would have his mark on me, showing I was his property.
Property. It may sound extreme and degrading to some, but not to me. To my man and his club, it was the same as taking a marriage vow. Maybe even more so because a divorce could end the marriage. The tattoo was permanent. Unless I went through the painstaking process of getting it removed.
But I’d never remove it because Storm…Kaleband I were forever.
“I’m ready…”
37
Storm
I hadn’t rid my territory of all the Hunters, but they weren’t showing their faces either. We had disposed of a couple more in the last month and the rest seemed to vanish. At this moment, I didn’t give one fuckin’ iota about them.
I brushed my tongue along Angel’s spine, up to the covering of her tattoo. She tasted a little salty from the warm August day and smelled like heaven, and she wasmine.
I had a stupid smile on my face, knowing what was beneath the plastic wrap. It made me ridiculously happy.
She’d gone through with it. My name and club’s initials were inked on her perfect, delicate skin. I was so proud of her, given her fears. She dug the shit out of my skin with her nails at times, but she got through it.
“So proud of you, Angel. Fuckin’ proud. You’re officially a badass.Mybadass.”
She giggled, face lying on the side of the mattress, and totally spent. The second we’d gotten into our room, I’d stripped the clothes off her gorgeous body and fucked her hard. We were both horny as fuck by the time Art had wrapped up her tattoo. Then he talked our ear off for half an hour. We were desperate for each other when we got home.
But I didn’t just fuck her. I did, but after we both came, I spent the last hour worshiping her body with sweet caresses and tender words. I made sure she felt adored, respected, andloved. Only with Madeline had I ever done soft and tender. I only worshiped my Angel.
She was it for me. I loved her more than I could ever put in words. She owned my heart and was my everything.
My hands skated over her shoulders and arms, earning a purr from her lips. I tilted her chin up, gazing into her serene baby blues. They were like clear skies on a calm sunny day. One look from her and she could wash away the darkness inside me and fill me with peace. I hadn’t known such a feeling in over a decade. But now, I would experience it for the rest of my life.
“Need anything, baby?” I ran my nose down the bridge of hers, cupping the side of her face.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, a sure sign she enjoyed my touch. “As long as I have you, I don’t need a thing.”
My heart slammed into my ribs. Her powerful declaration meant everything to me.
“Same for me, Angel. You are my heart. Without you, I couldn’t live.”
Her pretty eyes teared up, while she smiled. I’d only let her shed tears of joy from here on out. No pain. No sadness. No fear. I intended to make sure she was always exceedingly happy.
She bit her bottom lip, a nervous glint in her baby blues. “I have something to tell you. I hope you won’t be angry.”