Severed Angel (12 page)

Eve

Tonight's been pretty weird. I can't believe I agreed to Angel claiming me like that, but the truth is I love the caveman in him.

When Teresa told me that Angel had to go and make Ink understand I'm taken now, I felt a little bad for Ink.

I'm a little tipsy as Angel leads me back to my room. I start to become aroused anticipating what's going to happen, when we step inside.

Angel closes
the door, locking it behind us before quickly grabbing me by the waist.

"You're mine now princess. Let me show you how I treat what's mine."

Eve

When I wake up I'm so sore, it feels heavenly. Last night was truly amazing, no it was marvelous! I let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

I can't think of a word to describe how great it was. You'll just have to take my word for it.

When we got back to the room last night, Angel showed me how he treated what was his. I was so wet and ready for him. He cherished me with dirty words, making me crumble as he gave me three orgasms. Yes he made me climax three fucking times! Last night was a little different too, maybe it was because we finally admitted we wanted each other. I had no doubt in my mind that I craved Angel, but when he told me about the meaning of claiming I was a goner. I know I'm walking a dangerous line here, but I can't stop myself taking that next step forward. I haven't said anything about what happens when I go back home, neither has he, it's going to happen eventually though. I don't know how I feel about that.

I feel
his hard steel length pressing into my arse and giggle. Angel's large tattooed arms wrap around me and I feel a warmth settle over me. "Morning Princess."

He places a gentle kiss on my shoulder and I smile. "Morning Angel."

He grumbles something, then suddenly rolls me over on my back. Angel is on top of me, he's secured both of my hands in his above my head. "I told you to call me Gabe."

His eyes are deadly serious. I'm a little confused. "I thought that was just when we're having sex."

He shakes his head. "No baby. When we're alone, me and you. Whether we're just sitting together or I'm thrusting deep inside you, call me Gabe. I'm Gabe to you, no one else."

This is something serious, I'm left a little speechless. "Okay." I whisper.

He quirks one eyebrow at me and I smile. "Okay Gabe."

He grunts his approval. "That's more like it, Princess."

He kisses me like his life depends on it. I return it with just as much fervor. Angel's kisses are amazing, I could kiss him all day. Sadly he's got other plans, he leaves my mouth and I let out a small whine.

He
chuckles. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna make you feel real good."

I squirm at his words. I love how he talks to me. His kisses continue down my neck, giving me goose
bumps. I'm sure all the hairs on my body are standing to attention. Angel trails his kisses down; when he gets to my breasts, he cruelly goes around the swell, never touching my nipples. I moan in frustration as his kisses move lower, below my belly button. My breathing hitches when he gets to my mound. I am soaking wet right now.

Angel stretches my legs open wider, diving in. I moan loudly as he devours me. When I said he's a good kisser, I didn't just mean on the mouth. Angel has a
fucking talented mouth, right now though, I need more. I need him to be rough and take what he wants. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair I thrust my pussy into his face. "Fuck me Gabe."

I need
more. I need him to fuck me now. "Gabe please."

He chuckles, kissing his way back up my body, when he reaches my mouth I can taste myself. It's enough to make me squirm under him. I feel his smooth tip at my entrance and I start to grind against it, trying to get some friction. Angel shows a little mercy, rubbing himself against my wetness. It feels great, but what I need is for him to put that cock in me.

I groan with frustration, but just as I do he eases himself into me. Angel is well hung, not only thick but long too, a delicious combination. He enters me, easing in gently so as not to hurt me. I'm still getting used to his size, douche-bag wasn't the biggest, and he definitely wasn't as thick as Angel.

Angel pushes further in, watching me. His eyes and his cock both
drive me insane. My eyes roll back as he continues to enter me. Holy fuck! "Look at us Princess."

My eyes turn to him, confused as to what he means. He looks down to where we're joined, lifting my head I see Angel thrusting back and forth, his cock sinking into me and pulling back out, coated in my juices. Such an erotic image. Angel enters me a little faster now, a little deeper. My head falls back as I scream out. "Oh Gabe! Yes!"

I continue to pant, screaming his name as he fucks me harder. Grabbing my legs he throws them over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into me. I grip his wide shoulders for support as I start to fall into my orgasm. "Oh God, I'm gonna come Gabe!"

"Come with me baby. Now." He growls, releasing deep inside me. I feel myself shatter, tightening around him, milking him of everything he has to give me.

***

Gabe

Leaving Eve in bed this morning wasn't easy. I could have happily stayed there all day with her. Spending all day inside of her sounds like a fucking great day, but I'm heading to church for our final meeting. I'm sure Teresa will keep her busy with fucking wedding plans anyway.

The mood in the room is
somber when I walk in. I feel their eyes on me as I enter. Our plan is risky, but we don't have any other choice, short of committing murder. We might sail close to the wind on occasion when it comes to keeping family safe. We've done a lot of shit, but we'd never strayed that far off the rails. Even for him. Besides, although I'd promised my mother I wouldn't hurt him, I never promised that someone else wouldn't. We've already made contact with guys who've been sent down because of him, and they can't wait to get their hands on him.

I greet the guys, taking my seat at the large table just as Prez walks into the room. He brings the meeting to order, looking to Disney for the first update.

The plan is fairly simple. Create a diversion at the Carnal compound gates. Hopefully that will cause enough of a distraction for Disney to sneak in and plant the drugs on Satan's bike. There's enough there to have him arrested for dealing. If the drugs on his bike aren't enough, we're also planting more at his house. Once we give our police contact the heads up, they'll head in and carry out their raids, putting Satan behind bars where he belongs.

Despite its simplicity, the plan has its risks. Carnal are always heavily armed, we'll need enough of a distraction at the front gates to make sure they're all out there, away from their bikes. Dragon and I will be responsible for that, under the guise of negotiating for Eve's safety. There's nothing I can think of that will get Satan to call off his dogs. If there was I
would already have tried it. He's arrogant and cocky enough to want to put on a show for his club's benefit. I'm just hoping none of us get shot in the process. Or worse.

We've called in
favors we didn't want to, to get this amount of drugs. They're being kept in a safe location away from the clubhouse for now. We'll have to be careful getting them over to Carnal or it'll be our guys who end up in jail instead. That would be all we fucking need right now.

We spend most of the day fine tuning the plan, ensuring every member knows where he needs to be and when. We work out the signal that'll let us know Disney's safely back out of the compound, then we decide where we'll all meet up again afterwards.

Everything's in place, but I can't shake the feeling we've missed something. The last thing we need is for it all to blow up in our faces. We've exhausted all other options though. Eve needs this from us, and every day we delay is another day our old ladies and families are at risk, thanks to Satan's threats.

Prez brings the meeting to a close, reminding everyone that tomorrow's his wedding day, and tonight we get drunk. We're not having a traditional bucks party out of respect for Elvis, but there's plenty of booze behind the bar and we plan to make a pretty big dent in it.

Dragon draws me aside before we leave the room. "You sure you're okay with this plan Angel? Seems to me that most of the risk is on you?"

I know he's worried for me, he's been more like a brother to me than my bastard twin ever was. I give him my
confident shit eating grin, but I can tell he's not fooled. He puts on a brave face and we both pretend everything's okay, before heading to the bar to celebrate Prez's last night of freedom.

Eve

I wake up the next morning aching between my legs, a reminder of Angel's loving last night. When he said he wanted to be inside me every day he wasn't joking. Sex with him is so good, I can't get enough of it.

I turn to look at his sleeping form, relishing every inch of chiseled abs,
firm legs and strong arms. Tracing the tattoos on his chest, I'm careful not to wake him. As much as I'd love another hot session with him, Teresa's got plans for me all day.

Reluctantly I draw back the sheets and head for the bathroom to shower.

When I emerge from the misty bathroom feeling refreshed, Angel's sitting up grinning at me. I walk over to my phone and call my daughter. It's late afternoon back home so she's a little tired, I keep the call short so she can go have her nap. When I hang up I'm a little teary. I miss her so fucking much it hurts.

Angel stands behind me, completely naked and pulls the towel off me. Wrapping his arms around me, kissing the back of my neck. "Come on, I'll make you feel better, Princess."

Although I'm probably going to get shit from Teresa for being late, I can't deny Angel.

***

The wedding was originally going to be a big affair, but out of respect we've toned down the plans and simplified it. Elvis wouldn't have wanted Teresa to call it off, but I think he'd approve of the changes we've made. The fairy tale styled dress has been returned, in its place is a simple white, floor length sheath dress that looks stunning on Teresa. She has the perfect figure for it. The back is almost non-existent and shows off her ink. In place of a princess tiara she has a diadem of fresh flowers in her hair. She looks beautiful.

My dress is a baby blue chiffon with fine straps and a sweetheart neckline. I've never seen my boobs look this good. I can't wait for Angel to see them. The hemline hovers just above my knees, long enough to be demure, yet short enough to give Angel a hard on
when he sees my legs in these four inch strappy sandals.

Teresa looks at me, her head to one side. "You're thinking about sex again, you whore." she laughs.

I blush, she's right of course. I can't help it. Sex with Angel seems to have preoccupied my thoughts a lot these past few days. I don't think anyone would blame me really, if they knew how talented he is.

Teresa
's holding a worn velvet jewel box in her hands, worrying at it. "What's that?" I question.

She opens the box slowly, revealing a gold locket in the shape of a heart, carefully passing it over to me. "It's my something old." She looks sad as she says this. "It belonged to my mum, dad gave it to her on their wedding day."

Damn, she looks like she's about to cry. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Don't you bloody cry." I admonish. "I've done your make up once, I'm not doing it again."

I'm not sure just how waterproof this mascara is. She smiles and I take the locket, moving over to Teresa, who lifts her long hair out of the way for me to fasten
it around her neck. It's perfect. She places her hand over it and smiles. I know she's thinking about Elvis and her mum.

We run through the checklist. Something old - the locket.
.. something new - the dress... something borrowed - a delicate lace handkerchief from Diane... something blue - a lace garter… and a sixpence in her shoe. I'd brought the sixpence over from England with me, I'd found it in a gorgeous little gift shop one afternoon.

Teresa stands,
and the full effect of the dress is stunning. I think I prefer this simpler design, it's certainly a lot more flattering on her slender frame than her original choice. It looks so out of place in this room, with its masculine furniture and decor. We should have been getting ready at her house, but Prez made this one demand for today, claiming he couldn't keep us safe there.

The service will still go ahead at the Church, but the reception has been moved to the Clubhouse rather than the fancy hotel that was booked. In some ways I think this revised wedding is a bette
rfi
t for Prez and Teresa, it feels more suited to their biker lifestyle than the princess style wedding she'd originally planned.

***

There's a horrible sense of déjà vu as we pull up outside the church, although this time I'm sharing the car with Teresa, Sue and Diane. Sue reaches for Teresa's hand and she holds mine as we make our way over to Elvis's grave. Teresa wanted to talk to her dad on the day of her wedding. I love her even more for it. After Teresa had finally stopped blaming me for the death of her father, Sue and I had a talk too. She couldn't stop apologizing for what she'd said to me, when I came by to see her after the funeral. Thankfully everything's on track with us all now. Once Teresa has said her heart felt words, she turns to face us, her eyes red rimmed with unshed tears. Sue gives her a gentle hug. "Your dad would be so proud of you today girl. You look so beautiful."

Luckily Diane breaks the sad mood. "Come on sweetie, sooner we get you married, the sooner you can have hot monkey sex with your husband."

I can't believe she just said that, trust Diane to equate the day with sex, but it worked. The mood has lifted and we're all wearing huge grins. I wait in the vestibule with Teresa, while Diane and Sue go ahead and take their seats. We've agreed that I'll start walking down the aisle ahead of her, and she'll follow behind on her own. It wouldn't have felt right asking anyone else to give her away.

I hear the opening bars of the song she's chosen to walk down the aisle to,
my eyes start misting up. I start to make my way down the aisle to
The Wonder of You
by Elvis. Teresa chose it because it's a beautiful love song, it makes her feel like Elvis is here with her, still taking part. I feel like he's watching as well as I begin to walk to the lyrics of the song. At the front of the church, on the left of the aisle, there's the photo of Elvis laughing. Armageddon is one of mine and Teresa's favourite movies. The wedding scene at the end, where the photos are at the front of the church in place of the loved ones who'd not come home really touched us. It just seemed right somehow to do the same. I smile at his picture.

Prez looks nervous,
shuffling on his feet. I can see the exact moment he spots Teresa; his whole face lighting up with love, he suddenly stands tall and stops fidgeting. To his right stands Angel, and I'm not ashamed to say my face heats up with lust. I'm pretty sure I see it reciprocated on his face. They're not wearing traditional suits, would you have really expected them to? They're all dressed pretty much the same, black trousers, black buttoned shirts, and their cuts. Angel looking slightly smarter than usual has my tongue salivating. I give myself a mental shake, this is not the time for getting horny, it's my best friend’s wedding, for fuck’s sake. Pulling myself together I make it to the end of the aisle, taking my place on the left, radiating happiness as I see Angel give me a wink.

***

The service was emotional and beautiful. They'd written their own vows. I noticed Teresa didn't include obey in hers, that would have been an impossible task, although she did include worshiping his body on a daily basis, that had us all laughing. That's my girl.

We're back at the clubhouse, the food eaten, the cake cut, and they've just had their first dance. It's been a long day, but when Angel pulls me to my feet to dance to
I Don't Want To Miss A Thing
by Aerosmith, I can't wait to be in his arms. The song is perfect for how I'm feeling right now, I don't want to close my eyes and miss a moment of this short time I have left with Angel. He draws me closer as we move around the dance floor.

After that dance with Angel the music changed to something more upbeat, and we started dirty
dancing. Between the drinks I've consumed and spending the whole night practically dry humping each other, we're both worked up and horny as fuck.

We say our goodbyes to Teresa and Prez, before Angel pulls me in the direction of our room.

As soon as we step inside Angel is all over me. "Fuck! You look hot as fuck in this dress."

I whimper as he takes control. Angel likes to be in charge
and I love letting him have that control. It turns me on to be dominated by him.

He pulls back from our kiss and literally rips the beautiful dress from me. It lands with a swoosh on the floor, I definitely heard it tear. Angel shrugs arrogantly. "I'll fix that later."

He moves us to stand in front of the floor length mirror in the corner of the room. He stands behind me fully dressed while I'm in just my underwear. He places his hands on my shoulders as we look at each other through our reflection. "You need to know how sexy you are."

I blush as he kisses the crook of my neck. "Look at yourself
, Eve."

I do as he says, but I don't see what he sees. I see a normal, average looking girl looking back at me.

Angel eases away my bra and thong. I squirm at the sight of my reflection. I've always been naturally slim, with a bigger bottom, my breasts drooping a little from breast feeding, my belly showing stretch marks; they're there because of my baby and I'm proud of them.

Angel rains kisses down my spine and growls. "Fucking beautiful."

He walks away, leaving me standing alone, watching him as he strolls over to a table in the other corner. He picks it up and places it in front of me. "Bend over."

I do as he says,
feeling his hand on my back, guiding me slowly down. When my breasts are touching the hard table Angel rubs his hands over my arse cheeks and I shiver. "I want you to look at yourself Eve."

I raise my head to look at him behind me
. He shakes his head, pointing to the mirror. "Watch yourself in the mirror. I want you to see how fucking sexy you are."

He slowly undresses, never taking his eyes from mine. When he's standing behind me naked and glorious he nudges my legs further apart, sliding his finger through my pussy from behind. I moan quietly at the sensation. When I see Angel bring his finger to his mouth and lick my juices my eyes widen. Why is he teasing me like this?

He flashes me his cocky grin, gripping onto my waist. "Don't take your eyes off the mirror." he warns before he enters me. This feels divine. He takes it slow for a couple of thrusts to allow me to adjust to his size, then continues to push deeper. I watch my face in the mirror as I take what he has to give me. My eyes are shining, my cheeks flushed. When I think Angel is all the way in he surprises me by thrusting deeper. He hits places that trigger a passion frenzy inside of me. My face completely changes as Angel pushes all the way in, fucking me into oblivion. I hardly recognize the girl in front of me.

My gaze stays on the mirror as Angel fucks me from behind. My face is lit up with pleasure. I reach back with my hand, flicking my clit, gasping on the edge. This is the best,
pant
, sex,
moan
, ever,
scream
!

After we have both satisfied our hunger for each other, Angel picks me up and carries me to the bed. My legs feel too much like jelly to walk anyway. He gets in beside me, pulling me to him so I fit perfectly against him and I fall asleep.