UnWreck Me (Savage Beast MC Book 7) by Hayley Faiman (top e book reader .TXT) 📗

to Taz. She gives me a smile as she lifts her glass of water in my direction. Her silent approval for what is about to happen.

The table comes into view, with the straps in place, ready to hold Avah down. Jerking my chin in Trista’s direction, I give her a grin before I turn toward the table and watch as she climbs up to sit on the edge.

“Tonight, I’m going to make Avah my Old Lady,” I announce.

Avah gasps beside me, but I don’t look to her immediately. I’m not a man who gives speeches, but I thought this was something that I needed to make public. Turning to Avah, I look into her eyes, they’re wide and glassed over with unshed tears.

“You’re mine, honey. No other way to put it.”

Digging into my pocket, I pull out the ring that I’ve been holding on to for a while now. Something that I bought when I was in LA with her, when I thought that she would come back to Eagar with me all those months ago.

Taking her hand in mine, I slide the ring on her finger, not asking any question, not the get on my knee kind of man, but Avah lifts her hand, feeling the weight immediately. I hear her loud gasp, obviously surprised by the gesture.

“Are you asking me a question?” she asks, not taking her eyes off of the ring.

“Do I need to?”

She lifts her now watery, and about to spill over, green eyes to meet mine. “Does it come with a question, Orson?” she asks on a whisper.

“Comes with a last name when you want it and whatever the fuck kinda party you wanna do, but honest to shit, baby. I am not wearing a tux.”

Her lips curve up into a grin. “You wouldn’t wear one for me?” she asks, batting her pretty eyelashes.

“You’d have to do some serious sucking up to me to get that and even then, the cut stays and no jacket.”

Her head falls back as she lets out a laugh. She lifts her hand, placing her palm against my chest. The ring catches the light and I can’t believe I spent such an insane amount of money on a goddamn rock, but nothing less would do for Avah.

“I’ll give you what you want, you know that, always,” she says softly, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Yeah, me too,” I grunt.

Jerking my chin toward the table, giving her a silent demand to lay down. She doesn’t do it, though and I grin. “You’ll get branded for me?”

She chews on the inside of her cheek, a sign that she’s nervous and thinking.

Clearing my throat, watch her. “Where do you want it?” I ask.

She licks her lips, lifting her eyes so that they meet mine. I watch as she glances down to her ring, then looks up to me again. “Wherever you want it to be,” she says loud enough for the people around us to hear.

That was for them. This is for me, for the club, and I can’t help the sense of pride that fills me at the way she has made it perfectly clear that this is for the club and I’m in complete control of this moment.

I want it on her forehead, but I’m doubting that she would like that very much. “Between your tits, at the sternum.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Avah strips out of her dress, bringing it to her waist. I almost let out a chuckle at the speed at which she takes the top of her dress off, exposing her beautiful tits to the entire fucking club.

“Strap her down, shots have been poured,” Dragon announces.

Jerking my chin, I walk over to the table and bring the straps out from the underside. Looking into her eyes, I gauge her reaction as I strap her arms, waist, and hips down. She doesn’t look scared at all, in fact, she even gives me a smile.

“It won’t look like hers, will it?” she asks, and I know that she’s referencing Savanna.

Shaking my head, I lean down, touching my lips to hers. “I had it made for you and you only.”

I could take offense to the fact that she thought I would recycle my brand, but the reality is, I could have and there’s nothing that she could have done. A brand is a brand and this is mine, but I’m not the same man I was when I gave Savanna one all those years ago.

I’m different and this situation is different, therefore I updated that shit. The H has swirls coming off of each side, the top and the bottom, and will fit perfectly at her sternum. Straightening, I turn and walk over to the bar where there are shot glasses lined up for all of us brothers.

Looking over my shoulder one last time, I give her a grin as she watches me. She returns my smile and that’s when I turn and down my shot. The other men do the same, then the music gets turned up a little and we make our way over to the table.

“Let’s do this, make this woman mine.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

HAWK

Sinking down between her legs, I spread her thighs and lean forward. She squirms, I’m not sure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or embarrassment. Extending my tongue, I slide it through her center, tasting her. Excitement. That’s what she’s feeling. I must admit that I feel the same fucking way.

Glancing to the side, I watch as the brand is brought out. Knowing that it’s going to hurt her, I continue to fuck Avah with my mouth, hoping that it will give her some relief before the pain, because that pain is about to be fucking intense.

Her hips jerk slightly, not that they can really move much with them being strapped down. She’s close. I can taste it, feel it, I know that it’s coming. Lifting my hand, I hold my palm out to stop the guy before he brands her. I want the