Page 2 of Knife Volume 2

“I didn’t do it for you.” She closed the remaining distance between them, and he had to look down at her — and the little spitfire held eye contact without flinching. “I did it for me, because I couldn’t live without you, so I found a way to fix the problem. You can be furious with me about how I did it, but you don’t get to tell me it was wrong.”

He didn’t think, he just grabbed her. His mouth crashed down on hers, teeth catching her lip as he forced her jaw open. Her arms went around his neck, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more, and gentle was beyond him.

So pissed he couldn’t see straight, he spun her around, bent her over the heavy wooden table, and shoved her skirt up to her waist. He hooked his fingers in her panties and ripped them off with a savage yank. The sound of tearing fabric only fed the furious rage boiling inside him.

She lifted her ass for him while he unzipped, offering herself without hesitation, and that only fed his fury because she’d burned her world down for him, and she had no right offering everything she had left.

No, he needed to fucking take it, she didn’t get to fucking offer it, and he lined up and slammed into her cunt in a brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt, finally inside her again, and his wolf roared inside of him.

She cried out, hands scrabbling across the table, but he didn’t slow. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slamming against her ass full force, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip tight enough to leave bruises. Weeks of anger, guilt, and aching loneliness poured out of him with every savage, punishing thrust.

“Fuck you for doing this,” he growled, pounding into her. “Fuck you for walking away. Fuck you for making me miss you this goddamn much.”

She came the first time with a broken sob, her cunt clamping down around him like a vise. He fucked her straight through it, harder, chasing the pain and the pleasure and the unbearable relief of finally being inside her again.

The second orgasm hit her with vicious intensity. She screamed his name, body shaking violently, and he finally let go. He buried himself deep and came with a raw, guttural roar, emptying himself inside her in pulsing waves that drained him of everything.

For a long moment the only sound in the office was their ragged breathing.

Then he pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her into his arms. His heart stilled when she curled into him, and he carried her to the sofa, sat, and settled her in his lap, her head tucked against his chest, fingers gripping his shirt.

He wrapped his arms around her like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go.

“I love you,” she whispered against his neck. “There was no other way.”

“There was,” he said, voice rough. “I was going to leave the club. I had a plan. Three months. If we could make it three months, I was going to walk away from my brothers so we could be together.”

She went very still.

“Not in my mind, there wasn’t,” she said softly. “Can you forgive me?”

The question broke something open inside him.

He’d been so fucking angry at her for cutting herself off from everything she knew, for not giving him the chance to be the one who sacrificed. But sitting here with her in his arms, feeling the way she fit against him like she was made for this exact spot, he realized the truth.

She’d done it for them.

He pressed his face into her hair and held her tighter.

“Still want to belt your ass for it, but yeah. Give me a few days, and I’ll forgive you. I love you too much not to.”

But he wondered if she’d truly thought this through. Lone wolves have no protection. She was in danger, roaming the world without smelling of pack.

How could she possibly travel for work without Kenny and Cora behind her?

And then it hit him. He’d have to find a way to make her a big part of the MC, so she had the bikers behind her. All cities wouldn’t be safe for her, but they hadn’t been before, either.

They’d figure it out.

Somehow.

And if not, he’d convince Kenny to take her back and get him in the process. It was against the rules, a dire wolf joining a normal pack, but he’d broken the family’s rules to join the MC, too.

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Tuesday just sat in his lap, happy to be back in his arms. Nothing was settled, but he was holding her, so she’d call it a win.

About the time she wondered how long they’d have until someone needed the office, he told her, “You need to meet my brothers, but even more importantly, they need to meet you.”