Thank you to everyone that's read and commented so far. I'm really glad you're all enjoying it!
To the guest that's commented Maddy and Nate: while I am 100% here for the Musa/Maddy comparison, I am not down for comparing Riven to Nate. My baby does NOT deserve such slander.
Melanie: He's not in love (yet), just very intrigued.
This is the first chapter with smut in it. If you want to skip it, it starts at "Exactly" Musa laughed, closing the gap between them. and ends at Riven let out a breathy laugh that made her smile.
Enjoy ;)
Musa surprised herself when she'd said yes to him, but goddamn if he wasn't fucking gorgeous. Tall and broad with a face that made her feel all bubbly inside. She bet he had a body like a fucking god. She wouldn't consider herself a shallow person and it hadn't been that long since she'd had sex, but he made her feel like she'd been walking through the desert for months and he was an oasis. She just had to know she wasn't going to get murdered first.
He led the way back to the bar, ordering two beers. Apparently, he'd decided to join her, and she was more than okay with that. "Riven" he informed her as he handed over her beer. Musa debated giving him a fake name. He didn't strike her as a complete creep, and she was thought she could maybe outrun him if he was – or at the very least hide somewhere until he gave up. Ultimately, she decided it was worth the risk. Besides, she knew how to fight, and she had family that would hunt him down and torture him if he tried anything.
"Musa" she replied with a smile, taking his hand. Hopefully giving him her real name didn't bite her in the ass. Neutral territory meant she'd get no hell from the Dragons – not that they'd give her much trouble since she wasn't wearing her kutte - but men were still men.
"So, Musa," Fuck, her name sounded so good on his lips. "What was that about people not understanding the word no?"
Musa rolled her eyes and explained what had happened with... Gerald? It wasn't even that bad – not compared to some assholes she and her friends had met in the past – he'd just caught her on a bad day. Riven, to his credit, rolled his eyes and shook his head as Musa told the story. "And that," he said as she finished the story where they'd met, "is why I never hit on girls at bars. If her goal is to get laid, she doesn't need to be approached."
"So, does offering to replace my drink not count as hitting on me?" How disappointing.
Riven let out a low chuckle and sucked on his upper lip, considering his answer. "Exceptions can be made." He smiled at her. He had a nice smile. Musa returned the smile and finally took a seat beside him at the bar. She went to rest her elbow on the counter, but he stopped her, pointing out that she probably didn't want to do that. "Every surface in this place is disgusting."
"It really is" Musa scoffed. "But the beer's so cheap."
"It's a worthy sacrifice"
"I agree. It's the main reason I came to this shit hole." Musa took a sip of her beer and eyed the couple behind him. She thought if she focused on him too much, she'd only be able to think about what he'd look like naked and what it would be like to touch him; how his breath would feel against her neck and how his lips would taste of cheap beer and heaven.
She would control herself. At least, that's what she told herself until she caught his eye and found that he was drinking her in in the same way that she wanted to be him. His violet eyes roamed unabashedly over her. The lustful glint in them and the way he pursed his lips in careful consideration was enough to pull her in. Screw finishing her beer. Screw pretending she wasn't easy – she was, she knew it. Most of all, screw any pretense that she wanted anything other than for him to fuck her till she couldn't stand.
Musa grabbed the collar of his shirt, brushing her fingers against the skin just above it and loving the way it made the hairs on her arms stand up. She pulled him towards her and kissed him. Cheap beer and heaven. Just as she'd thought.
It took all of half a second before Riven's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her off the cheap, unstable stool and between his legs. Her free arm wrapped around his neck, demanding he get closer, as she bit at his lip. A groan that made her shudder escaped his lips and Musa knew she couldn't wait anymore. She wanted him. Now
"Wanna get out of here?" she managed between kisses with what little breath she had. She might be easy, but she had more self-respect than to fuck anyone in this dump. Riven pulled away just enough for him to whisper an eager fuck yes before his lips were on hers again. His hand slid lower until it found the hem of her shirt and slid under it. The warmth of his hand drug her deeper into him, and her hands curled into his shirt so tightly she thought the material would turn to dust under the pressure.
"My place is a bit far" he said after managing to pull away from the kiss, leaving Musa to groan in displeasure. Had she been thinking straight that bit of information may have caused a red flag to wave wildly in her mind. There was only so far you could go in Magix's center before you reached gang territory on any side. She would have tried to rationalize that maybe he lived on the edge of neutral and gang, but the only thing that ran through her mind was that she couldn't bring him home. It was in part that she didn't want a stranger knowing where she lived and in part that her home was deep in Angel territory – close to a 45-minute drive away – and she still lived with her father, whom she was currently furious at and did not approve of most of the men she brought home. "There's a motel a few blocks away."
"Classy."
"Hey, if you don't want to."
"That's not what I said" he protested, pulling her in for another kiss. Once her hair was adequately tangled in his fingers and her lips were burning under his, he pulled away again and motioned for her to lead the way.
It didn't take much time for them to be on each other once they had the motel room keys in hand. The minute they'd turned the corner, his lips had found hers and his arm had wrapped around her waist pulling her with him. They quickly, chaotically made their way down the hall. At some point, Musa found herself backed up against the wall with Riven's hand roaming away from her back and up her torso. He palmed at her chest over her shirt and Musa wanted desperately to remove the layer between them.
Riven grinded into her, eliciting a soft moan. His lips pulled away from hers and ducked down to place a trail of kisses along her neck. The stubble of his beard tickled and caused her to giggle which quickly became a loud groan when he bit into her. Musa rested her head against the wall as he continued to tease her neck. "Hey, what's our room number?"
"Four" he mumbled into her neck. That's what she'd thought. Their room was right behind him. Musa regretfully pushed him back, grabbing the key from his hand with her left and his hand with her right. She dragged him behind her to the door and unlocked it. The hand that had been holding his moved up to grab his collar and threw him into the room forcefully. Riven caught himself and whirled around to face her. He slammed the door shut behind her and pinned her against it, sliding his hands over her shoulders and arms onto her hips. Musa's hands found his chest in the near darkness of the room and she wasted no time in feeling him up. She groaned into his mouth as he pushed himself up against her and ground into her again. She could feel the wetness pooling in her underwear every time he brushed up against her. It wasn't a want anymore; she needed him. Needed to know what he felt like against her, in her.
Musa pushed him off her and into the room, making sure to keep him close enough that she could kiss him. His hands dipped under her sweater and pulled the material off her in one impressive swoop. He'd done this before. Musa reached up to kiss him, to pull her back to him after he'd broken the kiss to free her from one of their layers of separation. Her hand reached around his neck and tried to pull him down, but he resisted. Why was he resisting?
Stepping away from the warmth he exuded, Musa glanced up at him curiously. His eyes were fixed behind her on the mirror that rested on top of a cheap dark wood dresser. On her tattoo. "Everything okay?"
"You're an angel" he replied flatly, his eyes never leaving the distinct black, grey and red wings on her back.
"Is... that a problem?" It had never been before. She'd had her fair share of hookups, and no one had ever been warned about her wings and no one had ever really cared. A few people had asked questions, but nobody had ever been so taken aback by it.
Riven answered the question as clearly as possible: by raising the side of his t-shirt to reveal the exquisite black, green and blue design of a dragon's scales. While the Angels' signature tattoo was very straightforward – dark angel wings that took up a person's entire back – the Dragons' was more artful: the tail would begin at the ankle and swirl around the leg until it reached the hip where it would become a full-blown dragon, spanning the entire back with the head coming around to rest on the shoulder.
"You didn't mention you were..." she mumbled.
"You didn't mention you were an Angel" Riven snapped back. The room grew silent as Musa eyed the tattoo curiously; she'd never seen one up close and in person before. It was beautiful. The detail, the linework and colouring – all of it was incredible. It helped that the body it was on was also incredible. Muscular and toned – like he'd been chiseled from fucking marble. She knew she shouldn't, but she wanted to touch him.
Musa felt her temperature rise as her eyes roamed over his – unfortunately – still clothed chest to meet his eyes. He was watching her with the same intrigue and desire that overwhelmed her core. Fuck the club – she wanted him. "I won't tell anyone if you won't."
Riven cocked his eyebrow, but the rest of his face remained impassive. No smirk or twitch to indicate what he was thinking, leaving her hanging in desire-ridden agony. It felt like the seconds ticked by, turning to hours, mocking her as she waited for him to answer. It would be stupid of them to do anything – and he surely wasn't as furious with his club members as she was hers – but he hadn't left yet and that was enough to give her a spark of hope.
"We've already paid for the room" he shrugged.
"Exactly" Musa laughed, closing the gap between them. She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down to meet her lips. Riven returned the kiss immediately, wasting no time rebuilding the heat that had dissipated with the revelation of her wings. His hands found her hips and pulled her in closer to him only to push her backwards into the dresser the minute they made contact.
Hungry kisses trailed down her neck to her collarbone as his hands wandered around her to unclip her bra. The material was ripped from her body and thrown carelessly to the floor. Musa made quick work of his shirt, pulling it over his head and running her hands greedily over every curve and dip of muscle she could. Her descent towards the waist of his pants was interrupted when his head ducked down to suck on her nipple. Their height difference made him bend in a way that, had she not been too distracted by the feeling of his lips on her body, would have made her laugh at the way he got irritated and roughly picked her up and propped her on the dresser.
Musa managed to regain control of her senses enough for her hand to find his belt buckle and undo it. She reached into his pants, grabbing his already hard cock with more enthusiasm than she'd felt in longer than she cared to admit.
"Fuck"he moaned, filling her with need and want that was quickly becoming more than she could bear. She continued to caress him, drawing more groans and shudders out of him. His head dropped onto her shoulder, heavy breaths hitting her neck and sending tingles down her spine.
His hands found her pant button and fumbled with it for a second before successfully popping it open. She lifted herself off the dresser, unhappily releasing him from her grasp, to allow him to slide the pants off. Riven slid the fabric down her legs, dropping to his knees to pull her shoes off and rid her entirely of the material. Musa was reaching for him to pull him back to her lips when she felt her knees get pushed apart and a light stubble brush her inner thigh before she became intoxicated by the feeling of his tongue on her clit.
A finger was inserted in her then two, teasing her as he withdrew his tongue and kissed her thigh. She grabbed his head and pushed it to her apex where he grinned up at her devilishly before devouring her. Riven's free arm reached around to pull her closer and allow him to bury his face in her. Musa leaned back, trying desperately to make his access even easier. The mirror hit her back, contrasting sharply against the fire in her body as the sensation overtook her entirely.
Fuck, he was good.
Her core tightened until she was on the edge of pure ecstasy. She clamped one hand around the edge of the dresser, the other still firmly planted in his hair, as a moan tore through her, dropping her into absolute bliss. She was vaguely aware of a deep chuckle somewhere nearby and some rustling. There was no time to fully come down from her high before Riven thrust himself into her.
A shocked gasp escaped her lips as the feeling pulled her back to present time. She pushed him away from her slightly, demanding to know whether he'd put a condom on. As hot as he was, she wasn't getting knocked up by some Dragon moron.
"Of course" he replied, pulling out to show her the condom. "Can we keep going now?"
Musa rolled her eyes before pulling him closer and gripping his dick to guide it to her entrance. Riven began to slowly pump himself in and out of her, picking up speed until the dresser shook under them and the sounds of their hedonism filled the room. He leaned over and kissed her, biting lightly on her lip as he asked for access which she granted him without second thought. She could taste herself on his tongue and it drove her absolutely wild. Musa found herself arching into him, giving Riven the perfect opportunity to duck down and suckle on her nipples once more. "Fu..." Musa hissed as the pleasure coiled deep within her.
She climbed to the ledge again, desperation to feel that release clawing at her with every thrust. He gripped her hips tight enough to leave marks on her and she loved it. Above her, Riven's face contorted into one of sheer ecstasy as he edged along with her. He moaned out her name and she swore it had never sounded so good. One is hand found her clit, rubbing it gently until she was putty under his touch. His pumps became faster and more erratic as he neared his precipice.
Stars filled Musa's eyes as the euphoric sensation coursed through her. Riven's moans mingled with hers, filling the space as his orgasm took hold. When the feeling washed over, she exhaled happily, though it came out as more of a shudder. She rested her head against the mirror and closed her eyes, letting out a few more contented sighs. Her last hook up hadn't been nearly as good. Unlike with what's his face, Riven wouldn't leave her reaching for her vibrator when she got home.
Riven let out a breathy laugh that made her smile. When she looked at him, tall, lean body shimmering in the low light of the moon shining in, her mouth went dry. How lucky was she that she met someone so goddamn hot – that was a great lay too – and he was a fucking dragon. Life was cruel sometimes.
After he'd pulled out, she slid off the dresser and dropped herself onto the bed. Stretching out her legs felt almost as good – but still light years away – as fucking him had.
"I thought the Angels didn't let girls join?" Riven said, walking over to the pants he'd carelessly flung to the floor at some point in their tussle. He reached into the pocket, putting his tight, spectacular ass on full display, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Taking a seat beside her, he forced open the small, jammed window by the bed before lighting his cigarette.
"That shit's bad for you."
"I know" he groaned, taking a puff. He'd probably heard that a million times. "But I've never been good at staying away from things that are bad for me."
The look he gave her did something she couldn't quite put into words. Like they were in on this secret conspiracy, and they knew something else no one else did; like she was what was bad for him, and he wanted more. Whatever it was, it made her relax more than she should have. "They don't."
"Hm?"
"Allow women to join" she finished.
"So, how'd you get in?" Riven offered her the cigarette and, even though she didn't care for them, she found herself taking it.
"Blackmail."
"No shit?" Riven laughed. Musa found herself laughing along with him even if she knew she shouldn't. A lot of the members had been pissed when she'd threatened them; a lot of the girls had told her she was out of line. She hadn't really cared then – and she still didn't - but it had ruffled a lot of feathers. She buried her head in the back of her hand, holding the cigarette out so she didn't burn her hair and nodding as she laughed. Part of her wanted to tell him about how she'd marched into the office and held her ground against a bunch of grumpy, sexist old men, but she didn't want to reveal to him that her blackmail had been their secrets. That wouldn't be safe.
"So, who are you?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Who was her mystery dragon, she was dying to know.
"Riven."
She lolled her head over to glare at him. He held the cigarette he'd taken back and placed it in front of her face so she could take a puff. It was a move that, had it come from anyone else would have annoyed the crap out of her, but from him it was... sexy? "Not what I meant."
"I was a man of mayhem"
"Was?"
"I suppose I technically still am, but it's not my primary role anymore." He took another puff of the cigarette and passed it over. She brought it to her lips and inhaled, watching him curiously as he looked out the window, no doubt debating how much to tell her. "I'm the VP."
"Oh fuck" Musa laughed. She handed the cigarette back before getting up to find her clothes. That had been her cue to leave. She couldn't risk letting any information slip to the Dragon's VP. If word got back to them that any of their plans had gone wrong because Musa couldn't control her pussy, she was dead. "I thought I was bad, but you... Oh baby, you..."
"Yeah" he sighed bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. "Hey, so, is Musa your real name?"
Pulling her sweater back on, she contemplated what to answer. Would confirming that she'd given him her real name change anything? He could probably find her easily anyways given that she was the only official female Angel. And what would he really do with the information anyways? After all, he was in just as much shit if their activities came to light. He wouldn't be stupid enough to risk people knowing about his betrayal just to fuck with her. And he definitely wouldn't risk his title just to spite her. "Yeah-" she checked her pockets for her phone and keys "-but it's probably best you forget it. It was fun, though."
She left before he could answer. There wasn't much point in hearing his answer in her mind. Whatever fling they'd had was a one-time thing and, even if he'd begged to see her again, she had no intention of betraying her family that badly a second time. Such a shame, it had been great sex.
