His blue eyes moved over her face, a moody, ice-cold glacier. He had his death mask on, the one that could look right into a person, and he was looking right into her. “Those damn sisters of mine. They scared the crap out of you at the clubhouse. I knew they were talking shit to you. I could see it on your face. You’re not going to start a war with the Diamondbacks, because you’re going to follow the rules, Seychelle. You’ll do fine. You always do, and you have a few weapons of your own. You have that voice that can calm any storm if you have to use it.”
His hand moved over her scars. She felt him write something. His name.
“And I want you there with me. I need you with me.”
The way he said it. That voice. His eyes, when they looked into hers. Her heart clenched and so did her sex, totally betraying her. There was no staying strong, not when she was looking at him—or listening to him. Or he was naked. Or dressed. There was just no denying him anything. She sighed and took another piece of mango. It was the only sane thing to do.
“Fine, but if I do anything wrong, it’s totally on you, Savage. I’m not going home with a sore butt.”
“Yes, you will, if you break a rule on a run.” He leaned over and bit her earlobe, then sucked it into his mouth before she could yelp. “But I’ll guarantee you’ll like it.”
Seychelle glared at him, but there was no denying her sex clenched. She really was becoming needy around him. “Tell me what has changed about our talk, Savage.”
“I can’t have sex with you without some kind of pain included. It won’t work for me. I thought it would, baby, but it won’t. The more we’re together, the greater that need is. To treat you like every other woman I’ve been with since I was a kid, forcing my cock to work by telling it to cooperate because I marked skin and then fucked a mouth, is repugnant to me. I’m not sure I could do it to you, and I don’t fuckin’ want to.”
Seychelle pressed her lips together, going over what he said. She didn’t want him to have to tell his cock to work, and she sure didn’t want to be lumped in with his other women—hundreds, maybe thousands. He’d said that so casually and contemptuously. She didn’t want to be one of that number. She wanted to be . . . his.
“Do you have to go to these parties and runs?”
“Not every time, and we won’t when I don’t have to, but I hold a position in the club that means I’m needed right now. It’s important I go.”
She studied his face. “You protect everyone.”
He didn’t answer her, but she knew. His expression was unreadable. She took a deep breath and guessed again. “And Alena will have to see Pierce there again, won’t she? He’ll most likely be with another woman. Alena’s going to hurt like hell. You’re going to take that on as well. You’re going to take on a lot while you’re there, aren’t you?”
Again, he remained silent, just watching her. Seychelle finished the slice of mango and then took a drink of water. “What would I have to do?”
He rubbed his hand over her scars. Little circles. Massaging her. Soothing her. “I wouldn’t do anything obvious, and I’d take you where no one else could see you—outside club members, who would make certain no one else would come near us.”
Seychelle was already shaking her head, hunching her shoulders. “I don’t know if I could do that, Savage.”
“Seychelle, stop. You’re thinking too much, in your head too much. Just listen to me. First of all, you don’t really give a damn if you’re naked in front of anyone else, as long as I’m with you. You’re gorgeous and you know it. Right? If the other women are naked, you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Say it. Tell the truth.”
“Probably not.”
“You wouldn’t. It makes you hot thinking about it. If you’re with me, and I’m sitting on a fucking picnic table drinking a beer, and I want to see your gorgeous tits and I tell you to take your shirt off, you know you’d do it for me. And if I want to suck on your tit or clamp your nipples, you’d do that too. You wouldn’t give a damn who was around. You would give me whatever I asked.”
She would. She so would. It did make her hot thinking about it. She nodded.
“So we know clamps are okay to bring with us. I can use them, and we make sure we have somewhere dark and to ourselves. Nothing obvious like a flogger or strap, but I can find something to mark you mine. I’ll think of something unique and different, something special you’ll love but that won’t be obvious to anyone. Are you okay changing our rules a little?”