Chapter Five

KARMA

“That was unexpected,” Rogue’s voice sounded genuinely confused.

At least that meant he didn’t already know about their history and tried to force the pair of them together for treaty purposes. If he did… well. I’d kill them both, unless the Duchess got there first.

“Meh,” I replied. “If you knew them ten years ago, it wouldn’t really be surprising. How long has Ghost been with the Henchmen?”

“He’s been patched for just over five years now.”

“So he joined up not long after we moved back down here, then. The Valkyrie has been here for seven years. The Duchess somehow lasted a couple years back home before she had to leave because the sexism and general bullshittery was driving her batshit crazy.”

“She definitely runs a unique outfit here,” Rogue replied mid-beer gulp.

“I hope you don’t mean that in a negative light, Rogue.” I raised one eyebrow, an unimpressed look on my face.

“Of course not, Karma,” he replied quickly, almost too quickly.

I leaned towards him, my mouth ending up near his ear. “I hope you’re telling the truth, Rogue. If I find out you’re lying to us or plotting anything at all, I will come down on you like a tonne of bricks. You’ll wish you were never born. And then we’ll take your territory.”

“I’m not stupid, Karma. I know exactly what the Valkyrie are capable of and what the Duchess has had to do to prove she belongs in this world. Trust me, I am very aware that you are not a club I want to cross.”

“Good,” I tapped my bottle against his. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to find your Sergeant at Arms.”

“Be my guest,” he smirked.

I’d only gotten a few feet away from him when an explosion rocked the bar behind us. For fucks sake, now I was going to be cockblocking the Duchess.

THE DUCHESS

Ghost had always held a strange, special place in my heart, and not one that I really understood. Even now, I was very aware that I had missed him. Sure, I’d been with other people since then and I’m sure he had too, but it was never the same. There was never any… spark. Not like I remembered having with Ghost.

We’d been young, and we’d evidently both been keeping secrets back in the day too. Not just anyone starts their own MC or becomes second in command of one.

I had family connections, and I was now assuming that Ghost did too. Rogue didn’t trust just anyone, most of his team had familial connections to the club. Not many people came in from the outside.

Back to the present time though…

As soon as I locked my bedroom door behind us, Ghost had me pressed up against it, his mouth crashing into mine in a kiss that was equal parts demanding and passionate. We fought for dominance, all the time working on getting rid of the other’s clothes.

He pulled away from the kiss, watching me with a smirk as I fought to catch my breath. I squealed when he picked me up over his shoulder, and gasped and squirmed when he brought his hand down on my ass. 

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, little one?”

“You know it,” I replied, voice breathy.

He dropped me on my back on the bed, before ridding himself of his shoes and jeans. I dragged my eyes over his arms, chest and along his abdomen, admiring how the muscles flexed as he stripped.

He was something else years ago, and now… oh yes.

“Like what you see?” he smirked.

I nodded, not even able to make my mouth say words.

His tattoos looked incredible. He had a tribal design across his chest and around his shoulders, and when he turned around, I saw the Henchmen crest on his shoulder blade.

I shimmied my underwear off; he’d ripped mine in the past and whilst the act of doing that was sexy as hell, lace pants are expensive.

Ghost fell on top of me, his hips in between my legs, erection pressing against my very wet and ready core. His fingers traced the edges of the floral tattoo across my lower stomach and bikini line, before moving further down to the barbed rose garter I had around my thigh.

“I like this one,” his voice was low, sexy. “Have you got any others?”

I nodded, sweeping my hair out the way to show the roses across my collarbone and the bottom of my neck, before rolling over to show him the wings across my shoulders.

I shivered as his fingers traced my wings, a jolt of pleasure running through me. “You went for a large club tag, huh?” he grinned.

“Not everyone's is this big, but hey? What can I say? We’re proud of who we are.”

He moved down my back, pressing a kiss to my ass before flipping me back over. Before I could even gasp, his mouth landed on my lower lips, his tongue immediately going for my clit. Between his mouth on my clit and fingers inside me, he had me racing towards an explosive orgasm in no time at all.

His teeth grazed my clit, and it was enough to throw me over the edge, screaming his name. He looked back up at me, a smug look on his face. “Oh I definitely remember what you like, little one.”

“That you do,” I replied, my voice breathy and eyes closed as I fought to come down from that orgasm.

I could feel the smirk on his face as he moved back up my body. I moaned when his lips touched mine, and again when I could taste myself on his mouth. “Can I fuck you now, Duchess?”

I nodded, trying not to look too eager. His grin said I failed.

He parted my legs further, settling in between them, just holding his weight off me on his hands either side of my head. My head fell back as he rubbed his tip across me, my mouth falling open when he dipped in just an inch.

“Condom?” he asked.

I shook my head. “All good if you are.”

With that, he gave me that megawatt smile, before thrusting inside me in one move.

I cried out as I stretched around him, revelling in the feeling of being filled by him after all these years. “You feel so good,” he growled as he started to move, his tip bumping my cervix on the way in, and dragging across my g-spot on the way out.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

And just as we were both about to meet our release… an explosion rocked the building from behind us, and chaos ensued.