Chapter 9: Blood Brothers

Rogue’s grip on the phone tightened until the screen cracked under his thumb. Kane’s message glowed like a taunt in the dim light of the room: She’s too good to keep to yourself. One night and I’ll make sure no one ever touches her again. Think about it… or lose her forever. Aria’s soft curves were still pressed against his bare chest, her breathing ragged from their frantic lovemaking. c*m leaked slowly down her thick thighs onto the sheets, a visible claim that should have settled the storm inside him. Instead, it only made the rage burn hotter. “What is it?” she whispered, her voice husky but laced with fresh fear. Her full breasts rose and fell against him, n*****s still tight from his mouth. She looked every bit the queen he’d claimed—messy dark hair, flushed skin, eyes that held both innocence and the fire of survival. Rogue tossed the phone aside and pulled her closer, one large tattooed hand possessively cupping her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Kane. He won’t let it go.” His voice was gravel, low and dangerous. “He thinks sharing you will bind his men to us. Old club rules. Blood brothers take what they want.” Aria shivered, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her face up, her lips brushing his stubbled jaw. “I’m not a bargaining chip, Rogue. I chose you on that highway. I chose you when bullets were flying. I’m not choosing him.” He crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss, tongue invading, claiming, devouring. She moaned into it, her hands sliding up his muscled chest, nails scraping over fresh scars and ink. The kiss tasted of blood, sweat, and desperation. When he finally pulled back, his storm-cloud eyes bored into hers. “No one else touches you. Not my brother. Not the club. Not the f*****g devil himself.” He rolled her beneath him again, his heavy body pinning her soft one to the mattress. His c**k was already hardening against her thigh, thick and insistent. “This body is mine to protect. Mine to f**k. Mine to love.” Aria’s legs parted instinctively, welcoming him. “Then take me. Remind me who I belong to before tomorrow.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Rogue slid down her body, kissing and biting a path over her heavy breasts. He sucked one n****e deep into his mouth, teeth grazing, while his hand kneaded the other. Aria arched, gasping, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. Lower still, he spread her thighs wide, exposing her glistening p***y—swollen, dripping with their combined release. “f**k, look at this pretty cunt,” he growled, voice vibrating against her. “Still leaking my c*m and already hungry for more.” His tongue dragged slowly up her slit, savoring the taste of her. Aria cried out, hips bucking. He licked and sucked with ruthless hunger, two thick fingers plunging deep inside her, curling against that spot that made her see stars. He devoured her like a man starving for salvation, tongue flicking her c**t fast and hard while his fingers f****d her with wet, obscene sounds. “Oh God—Rogue!” She came hard, thighs clamping around his head, juices flooding his mouth. He didn’t stop, drawing out every shudder until she was trembling and whimpering. Only then did he rise, flipping her onto her stomach and yanking her hips up. He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The new angle made her scream in pleasure. He f****d her with deep, punishing strokes, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass until it glowed red. “This p***y takes me so f*****g well,” he snarled, pounding harder. “Say it again, queen.” “I’m yours! Only yours—f**k, Rogue, don’t stop!” Her walls clenched around him, milking his thick c**k as another orgasm ripped through her. Rogue roared, slamming deep one last time as he exploded, flooding her with rope after rope of hot c*m. He stayed buried inside her, collapsing over her back, his breath hot on her neck. “I love you, Aria. I’ll burn every enemy to ash before I let anyone take you.” They lay tangled for long minutes, his hand gently stroking her curves. Emma slept soundly in the corner on a makeshift cot, exhausted from the trauma. For a stolen moment, there was peace. But peace in their world never lasted. Dawn crept in too soon. Rogue dressed in fresh jeans and his cut, the Iron Vipers patch worn and bloodstained. He handed Aria clothes—tight black jeans that hugged her wide hips and a low-cut tank that showed the claiming marks on her neck and breasts. “Stay close today. Kane’s men are already here. I don’t trust him, but we need the numbers.” The clubhouse main hall was packed. Forty of Kane’s riders mingled with the remaining Vipers—tension thick enough to choke on. Kane leaned against the bar, cold blue eyes finding Aria immediately. He smiled slowly, gaze dragging over her body like he was already imagining her under him. “Morning, queen,” Kane drawled. “Sleep well?” Rogue stepped in front of her, arm snaking around her waist. “Eyes off, brother.” Kane chuckled. “Just admiring the prize that’s worth dying for.” He turned to the assembled men. “The big dogs—Black Spades—are rolling in by noon. Two hundred strong. They want this territory and they heard about the curvy catalyst.” His eyes flicked to Aria again. “Word is they’ll offer peace if we hand her over as tribute. Shared. Broken in. Publicly.” A murmur rippled through the room. Some of Kane’s men nodded. A few Vipers looked uneasy but stayed loyal. Aria’s stomach twisted, but she lifted her chin, fiery eyes blazing. “I’m not tribute. I’m not property.” Rogue’s hand tightened on her hip. “She stays. We fight.” Kane shrugged. “Your call. But my men fight better when they have something to fight for. One night with her could—” Rogue’s fist connected with Kane’s jaw before anyone could blink. Kane staggered but laughed, spitting blood. “Still soft for p***y, little brother.” “Enough!” Rogue roared to the room. “We ride out in formation. Protect the queen at all costs. Anyone touches her without my say dies by my hand—brother or not.” The roar of motorcycles soon filled the air. They rode out in a thunderous wave toward the old industrial outskirts where the Black Spades were rumored to be staging. Aria rode behind Rogue, arms wrapped tight around his hard abs, her thighs pressed to his. The vibration of the Harley between her legs stirred memories of their first night, heat pooling despite the danger. They set up an ambush near a derelict factory. Scouts reported the Spades were close—engines like distant war drums. “Stay in the truck with Emma,” Rogue ordered Aria, kissing her fiercely before handing her a pistol. “Shoot anything that moves wrong. I’ll come back for you.” She nodded, heart in her throat. Emma clutched her hand, eyes wide. The wait was agonizing. Then hell broke loose. The Black Spades poured in like locusts. Gunfire erupted. Rogue and Kane charged together at first, brothers in arms despite the rift. Rogue moved like death incarnate—headshots dropping enemies, knife work in close quarters. Kane fought with the same ruthless precision, but his eyes kept darting toward the truck where Aria hid. A squad of Spades broke through the line, heading straight for the truck. Aria’s hands shook but she fired—once, twice. One man dropped. Emma screamed. Rogue saw it from across the lot. “Aria!” He sprinted, bullets whizzing past. Kane was closer. Kane reached the truck first, yanking the door open and pulling Aria out just as a Spade raised his rifle. Kane took the bullet meant for her, grunting as it tore through his shoulder. He still managed to put two rounds in the attacker’s chest. Rogue arrived seconds later, tackling another Spade. The three of them—Rogue, Kane, Aria—fought back to back as the battle swirled. “You owe me, brother,” Kane growled, blood soaking his shirt, eyes on Aria’s heaving chest. “Shut up and fight,” Rogue snapped. They pushed the Spades back. Dozens lay dead. The survivors fled as Vipers and Kane’s men cheered. Victory, but costly. Kane slumped against the truck, pale. Back at the clubhouse that night, the mood was victorious but wary. Medics patched Kane up in a side room. Rogue carried Aria straight to their bed, adrenaline still pumping. He stripped her slowly this time, almost reverently, kissing every inch of her curves. “You were brave today. My perfect queen.” His mouth found her p***y again, gentle at first, then hungry. Aria moaned, riding his face until she came. Then he entered her slow and deep, missionary, eyes locked on hers. “I love you,” he whispered with every thrust. “I’d share the world with you, but never you with anyone.” They came together, bodies fused, hearts pounding as one. A knock interrupted their afterglow. A prospect entered, nervous. “Prez… Kane’s gone. Left a note. Says he’ll be back when you’re ready to be reasonable about the queen. And the Black Spades? They weren’t the top. There’s someone bigger pulling strings. Someone who knows Aria’s real name—Elena—and why she really ran.” Rogue’s body went rigid. Aria’s blood turned to ice. The note on the table read: Family shares blood and prizes, little brother. Next time, I won’t ask.