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lives.”
    “Yeah?”
    “But I only have two left.”
    “Shit.”
    For some reason he found her cuss funny. His chest vibrated, and he narrowly clamped off the sound. She hovered over him, and even in the dimness he made out her confusion. Finally the corners of her lips twitched up.
    He sobered. “You’re coming with me.”
    “I don’t have nine lives.”
    “I’ll protect you.”
    “But you’ll be bringing down the power of the Raiders on the Sons. They’ll know what happened to me.”
    “Then we’ll run.”
    “It won’t save the lives of your brothers.”
    He arched a brow. “Or yours?”
    “I don’t give a damn about them.” Her throaty tone infused him with desire.
    Enough about their clubs—he wanted her mouth.
    He yanked her down, and she opened for him immediately. Their tongues slipped over each other’s with long, thorough movements. When she began to wriggle again, he locked his hands on her ass and hauled her against his cock.
    Tearing away, she breathed, “Just one time, Drake.”
    His mind flipped even as need spiked. He ached to ram into her tight, curvy body. But first plans needed to be made. You never went in without a plan.
    He cradled her face and looked into her eyes. “We need to talk.”
    She shrank away and rolled off. Her back thumped softly on the roof, too quiet to alert anyone inside. When she slung her arm over her eyes, his heart lodged somewhere in his throat.
    He leaned over her. “Why didn’t you let me fight for you when the Raiders came into our club?”
    “It would have been a bloodbath.” She didn’t remove her arm.
    “You don’t have very much faith in my abilities.”
    “I don’t know you.”
    “You know me well enough. I got you out of here once. You’ve been wrapped around me on a bike. And you know how hard I get for you.”
    Her chest hitched, but she didn’t speak. Gently he gripped her arm and removed it to see her face. Her eyes burned with anger.
    “I know they hurt you, Delta.”
    She started to protest, but he cut her off.
    “You try not to let on. You’re fucking brave, woman. But I see it in the way you hold yourself. They’ve broken you, haven’t they?” His rage was carefully bottled away—he didn’t want her to think it was directed at her. But the fucking Raiders would die for what they’d done to an innocent woman, and it wouldn’t be clean kills. No, he wanted to hear them scream.
    Delta’s throat worked, but she met his gaze fully. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Don’t I?” he asked with so much gentleness he stopped to consider who was speaking. He’d never sounded this way.
    She didn’t respond, and they just stared at each other. “You’re interrupting my alone time.”
    A laughter rumbled up, and he barely silenced it. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
    “I need my space.”
    “I think you need this.” He dropped his head and clamped his lips over her nipple. Through her T-shirt and bra, her bud tightened. Her breath came faster and she arched as he plucked at her nipple with his lips.
    Dark need pounded his system. His cock throbbed and his brain was only on half-alert. She was so fucking responsive.
    He edged his hand under her top and pushed it up. Lifting his head, he grated out, “I wish it wasn’t so dark. I want to see you.” A few ink lines appeared when he bared her torso, but he couldn’t make them out.
    “Drake…”
    “You don’t want me to taste you? Suck your nipples?” He strummed one with his gloved thumb through her bra. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to feel how hot my tongue is here.” He hooked a finger in her bra cup and tugged it down. Her full breast popped free, bouncing slightly.
    He almost groaned. Her nipple strained toward him, ready for his mouth.
    He didn’t wait for her consent—he ducked his head and clamped on her bud. She cried out, and he pressed his gloved fingers between her lips to quiet her as he stroked her nipple with his