Possessive Riders 139

Ozias, also known as Dragon, is called to a meeting by Karma, who seems reluctant to share the real reason for gathering. Tensions rise as CG interrupts, and a playful but sharp exchange occurs among the group about their relationship with Blythe and how they are allowed back in her life. Despite the frustration, Ozias is sent to Karma’s room to keep Blythe company while the others talk.

As Ozias heads to the room, he encounters Evander in the hallway, who appears battered and is there because Blythe asked him to face his consequences. The confrontation between Karma and Evander is tense, with Evander acknowledging he must obey Blythe’s wishes, even if it means stepping aside. Ozias is then urged to stay close to Blythe, highlighting the protective and possessive dynamics within the group.

Once inside Karma’s room, Ozias finds Blythe alone, deeply immersed in pleasuring herself. The scene is charged with desire and intimacy as Ozias undresses and approaches her, captivated by her vulnerability and the tattoos she bears—each representing a member of their group, including his own road name, Dragon. The tattoos symbolize their connection and possession, stirring strong emotions in Ozias.

Their interaction quickly becomes intensely physical, with Ozias expressing his longing and love for Blythe as they make passionate love. The moment is filled with mutual affection and desire, underscoring the deep bond they share amidst the complicated emotions and conflicts surrounding them. The chapter ends with their intimate connection reaffirmed, promising more intense moments to come.

139: Blessed with Surprises

Ozias/Dragon’s Perspective

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“Why did you call all of us here?” I asked, already feeling annoyed.

“We need to discuss some things,” Karma answered, though I could tell he was stretching the truth.

“Can we just get on with it?” CG interrupted. “You kind of cut into something important, Prez.”

I whipped my head toward CG, shooting him a sharp glare.

“What?” he replied, feigning innocence.

“I don’t care what I interrupted,” Karma snapped back sharply. “You three can sit your asses down and wait until I’m ready.”

I gave CG a pointed look.

“That’s exactly why,” I said, “you just had to open your stupid mouth.”

“It’s not like he didn’t already know that Bly’s letting us back in,” CG said, shrugging.

“Yeah, us, not him,” Ps.ycho muttered, barely suppressing a laugh.

“Well, damn, Karma,” CG said, looking at him. “I just managed to get my hands on her again too. Cut me some slack, will ya?”

Ps.ycho snorted at something on his phone, then looked up at us.

“She wants me to send Dragon to Karma’s room to distract you guys, so they get some time alone,” he explained.

Before I realized it, I was already on my feet, heading for the door.

“Not so fast!” Karma called out, and I froze with my hand on the doorknob. The source of thɪs content is Find1Novel.net

I groaned like a kid being told to stay put and turned back to face him.

“Come on, just let him go,” Ps.ycho said with a grin.

“No,” Karma said firmly.

“Why not?” I whined, feeling frustrated.

“Because I said so!” he snapped, his eyes blazing with anger.

“We can fill him in on whatever this is later,” Ps.ycho argued.

“Bly might be more inclined to forgive you faster if you stopped dragging us away from her all the time,” CG added.

“Exactly!” I agreed, opening the door but keeping my back to it. “So, I’ll just go butter her up for you. You can sneak in later and torture her in the morning…”

Karma sighed deeply, but it sounded like defeat. I spun around, ready to make a break for it, but stopped dead when I noticed someone standing in the hallway.

It was Evander.

His fist was raised as if he was about to knock before I opened the door. He looked stunned—at least, I think he did. It was hard to tell with how swollen his face was. No wonder Bly is so pissed at Karma. Evander looked rough, and that’s putting it mildly. I felt a pang of sympathy seeing him like that, but I was too shocked to say anything.

Despite everything, I hadn’t really thought about Evander much in the past few days. I think I pushed him out of my mind because I wasn’t sure how to process it all. That’s partly why I wanted to wrap myself around Blythe—she always calms me down, makes me feel at peace. I knew that just holding her would help me figure out what to say to Evander when I saw him again.

But none of that happened.

Right now, I had no idea what to do.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Karma demanded, standing up from his chair. “Why aren’t you with Blythe?”

“Uh, she asked me to come see what was taking Dragon so long,” Evander said, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Finally looking us in the eye, huh?” Ps.ycho muttered as he sidled up beside me.

“Blythe told me I needed to face my consequences, and she was right,” Evander said quietly.

“You’re supposed to stay by her side, always,” Karma bit out, shoving Ps.ycho aside.

“She’s safe in your room,” Evander said. “I have to do what she asks.”

“She wouldn’t be alone if you’d let Dragon go,” Ps.ycho commented.

“Dragon, go. Before I change my mind,” Karma growled, still glaring at Evander.

Evander stepped aside, and I walked out. I turned back to look at him again. I wasn’t sure what to say about everything between us, but I had to know…

“What does she want you to do while we’re… together?” I asked, feeling awkward.

Ps.ycho snorted.

“She might make him stand outside the door and listen,” he said, laughing.

“Or maybe she’ll just put him in the corner of the room, facing the wall,” CG added, clearly annoyed.

“Nah, he’s staying here until I go to the room,” Karma said, then looked at me. “Don’t leave her side.”

I nodded and then hurried down the hall—no, I practically ran to Karma’s room. I ignored everyone in my path, my mind focused on only one thing.

When I slipped inside and locked the door behind me, the room was dark except for the soft glow of the TV. It was on some random screen, playing sensual R&B music that filled the space with a slow, sultry vibe. The dim light was just enough to see clearly.

My eyes scanned the room until they landed on Bly. She lay sprawled across the massive bed, completely naked, her head thrown back in bliss. She hadn’t heard me come in. Her small hands were busy exploring her body—one nestled between her legs, the other cupping her perfect breast.

Oh, hell yes.

I stepped further into the room, watching her as she moved. I slipped off my cut, tempted to throw it at her so she’d put it on, but I resisted. There’d be time for that later. I couldn’t miss this chance. Setting my cut on the back of a chair, my gaze stayed locked on Bly. Her head was still thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. I moved to the foot of the bed, admiring her spread-out form.

I groaned softly as my eyes drifted to her glistening pussy. I tore my shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind me. My eyes flickered between Bly’s hands as I kicked off my boots and worked to get out of my pants. Moments later, I stood completely naked, my cock hard and demanding attention. My knees pressed against the edge of the bed, just a few feet from her warm body.

“Ozias…” she moaned, eyes still closed.

Holy fuck. She was thinking about me while she touched herself. That was insanely hot.

I wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock, slick with pre-cum. I was desperate for her, aching to fill her tight little cunt with my seed. God, I hoped I knocked her up. I hoped one of us did. Soon. I wanted to make sure she stayed here—pregnant, happy, ours. Forever.

My eyes traveled from her luscious lips down her body. I intended to savor her slowly as I pumped my shaft, but then I caught sight of the tattoo on her chest: Dragon. Written in delicate cursive, my road name.

So that’s why CG was just with her. He must have tattooed all our names. I wondered if she had Evander’s name inked somewhere too. Probably his old road name, knowing her. I kind of wished she’d gotten our real names, but honestly, seeing my road name proudly displayed on her chest was enough to drive me crazy.

I pumped my hand faster, excitement building, but still holding back. I wanted to watch Bly unravel at the thought of me. My eyes kept searching for more names. And I found them: Kylian’s name on her hip—which confused me—and Tae’s on her right thigh. Then, my name again, tattooed on her left thigh.

I reached out and grabbed Bly’s ankle, making her jump in surprise.

“Dragon!” she exclaimed, frustrated.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, holding her down by both ankles as she tried to scramble away.

I dropped to my knees before her, eyes fixed on my name inked on her thigh. The tattoo curved so that half rested on the front of her thigh, the other half on the inner side. It was beautiful. Perfect.

“You tatted our names on you,” I blurted.

“Tae said you two were the only ones deserving of my heart and pussy, so you got the best spots, according to him,” she told me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, pressing my lips to the raised skin. Bly flinched slightly, but I held her steady as I kissed my way to her perfect center. “You were thinking about me while you played with yourself, huh?”

“Yes,” she moaned as my tongue darted out to taste her. Jesus fuck! I still couldn’t get over how insanely amazing she tasted. So delicious. All mine. “I—I had to… get ready for you, Ozias,” she whispered, wrapping her thighs around my head.

My eyes rolled back as she started grinding against my face.

“Fuck, tastes like peaches,” I breathed into her pussy before crawling up her body, lips trailing across her creamy skin until I reached her lips. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Then fill me up, baby,” she giggled, wrapping her body tightly around mine.

I slid my cock through her dripping slit, coating myself in her juices. I pulled back just enough to line up at her entrance, then thrust home. We both moaned as my body sagged slightly against hers.

“Fuck me, your pussy was made for me, baby,” I groaned into her neck, starting slow but hard thrusts.

“Your cock is so big, Ozias,” she moaned, making me move faster. “So good…”

“Goddamn, I love you,” I growled, increasing the pace—harder, faster, deeper.

“I love you too, Ozias,” she whispered in my ear. “So much…”

“I’m gonna cum already,” I warned.

“Let’s cum together,” she moaned. “Fill me up and fuck me some more.”

Fuck me, I planned to. All night long.

The chapter closes on a powerful and intimate moment between Ozias and Blythe, encapsulating the intense passion and deep connection they share. Despite the surrounding tensions and conflicts, their union offers a sanctuary of desire and love, reaffirming their bond and the unspoken promises between them. The tattoos symbolize a permanent mark of devotion, blending the physical and emotional in a way that underscores the complexity of their relationships and the stakes involved.

Emotionally charged and raw, this chapter highlights the themes of loyalty, possession, and vulnerability. Ozias’s longing and Blythe’s willingness to embrace their connection amidst chaos reveal a tender yet fierce commitment. Their shared vulnerability, expressed through both words and actions, speaks to a love that is as consuming as it is protective, setting the tone for the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead.

The next chapter promises to dive even deeper into the tangled emotions and shifting alliances within this tight-knit group. With Evander’s battered appearance and his unexpected arrival, tensions are simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. Readers can anticipate raw confrontations and perhaps reluctant reckonings as characters grapple with loyalty, forgiveness, and the consequences of their actions.

Meanwhile, the intimate scene between Ozias and Blythe hints at a powerful, almost desperate need to solidify their bond amid the chaos surrounding them. The tattoos symbolize more than just names—they represent claims, promises, and perhaps unspoken challenges. As passion and vulnerability collide, the next chapter may explore how these personal connections influence the larger conflicts, leaving everyone questioning where their true loyalties lie and what sacrifices they’re willing to make to protect those they love.