Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (13 page)

“It gets better each time,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, Skull. I should have told you.”

“You should have.”

“Do you really think you can defeat Colin?”

It annoys me that I can hear the fear in her voice, but she has a good reason to be worried. A fool wouldn’t.

“It’s not going to be easy, Beth. But I have something to fight for that Colin can’t comprehend.”

“What’s that?”

“The mother of my children.”

“Skull, I told you…”

“You’ll see,
mi cielo
.” 

Eventually, she will. There’s not a doubt in my fucking mind.

“I don’t think I can move,” I sigh, curled into Skull sometime later. I’ve lost track of time. All I know is, we’ve moved to the bed and now our room is dark. Neither one of us has made a move to turn on the light. I don’t really want to. It’s calm now, and it’s like we’re in our own world.

“Good. Maybe I can trust you enough to stay put so we can get some sleep,” Skull grumbles.

“I was only trying to—”

“Leave,” he interrupts.

“I didn’t want to, Skull. I was trying to protect you.”

“I’m a man,
querida
. If the time ever comes that I need to hide behind a woman to survive, I’d rather you just put a fucking bullet between my eyes.”

“Will you please not say that?”

“Why? It’s the truth. I did not get to be president of this club by being soft, Beth. I can take care of myself.”

“They’ll leave you alone if I go.”

“Not now. I’ve called Colin out. He’d look weak. The time to worry about this shit would have been when we first met. You should have told me then who you were.”

“I asked if you knew who I was. I didn’t plan on hiding it from you.”

“And when I told you no?”

“I kept saying, one more meeting, one more… and then I just didn’t want to give you up,” I tell him honestly, guilt laced in my words.

Skull tightens his hold on me. One of his large hands still palms my ass. He squeezes it and pulls my center in closer to him. I don’t know how, but his cock is already semi-erect. You’d think after everything we just did he would need recovery time. I pull my leg tighter over his hip. I love being close to him, and when I feel his cock brush against me, an answering wetness gathers between my legs. I’m addicted to him.

“It wouldn’t have mattered, Beth,” he tells me, looking into my eyes. He has a finger moving softly over my bottom lip. The rough texture of it teases me.

“What?” I ask so quietly I’m not sure he can hear me. My eyes are glued to the silver hoop in his lip and the way his tongue moves when he talks.

“I would have claimed you anyway, even knowing who you are. I may have played it differently,
mi cielo
, but I still would have claimed you.”

“Why do you call me that?” I ask, my eyes almost closing as the heat of his body lures me to sleep.

“
Mi cielo?”

“Yes.”

“My sky,” he says, pulling me so that I’m lying on his body.

Just like that I’m awake because I feel his cock rub against my pussy and slide in between the folds. I let my knees fall to the side of him and I push against him just once, testing. I nearly moan from the feeling. I could come like this, just using his cock to tease myself with. It doesn’t even have to be inside of me.

“Your sky?” I gasp, doing it again, this time harder and sliding against him while tightening my pussy to get that delicious pressure right where I need it.
Oh, fuck yeah.

Skull wraps his hand in my hair and tugs my head up so I can look at him. I pull against his hold because I’m dying to wrap my tongue around his hard nipple and suck the small bar he has there. When he moans, I feel like a queen. In response, he pulls on my hair harder, the pain making me look at him.

“
My
motherfucking sky. You are light,
mi cielo
… a fucking light I didn’t know I needed. I want you shining on me all the time. I don’t want you to leave, Beth. You’re not fucking getting away because I won’t let you. Your body, your mind, your fucking breath is mine. I’m not letting it go. I’m not letting
you
go,
ever
.”

His words are big, so big my breath stalls. They are like foreplay all by themselves. Skull is such a force. He seems larger than life itself, and yet somehow I shine for him. I shine for him so much that he wants to keep me. He
needs
me. That fact settles inside of me and I force my head down, ignoring the pain. My tongue plays around the nub, licking the hard, silver barbell and sucking it completely in my mouth. Skull’s hands move from my hair down to my ass. He fingers bite into my cheeks as he shifts me so his cock rakes against my clit. I moan from the pleasure. As I release his nipple, I capture the piercing between my teeth, then tug. He growls, his hips thrusting up and driving his cock harder into the wet valley my pussy has created. I use my hand to torture his other barbell in much the same way.

I look and discover he’s watching everything I do, his dark eyes setting me on fire.

“On your knees, Beth. Get on your knees, now.”

His order and the hoarse growl in his voice sends vibrations of need through my body, and I instantly obey. I get up on my knees as he half-sits underneath me, then leans back to rest against the pillows. I brace myself on the headboard and wait for his next move. It doesn’t take long. He takes his large cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. There’s something so breathtakingly beautiful about his large, inked, rough hand stroking his hard slick cock. I bite into my lip, watching him stroke it from root to tip.

“Jesus,
mi mujer
, my cum is running out of your pussy even now.”

I look down and see he’s right. I didn’t bother cleaning up after we made love, and this is our third round after all. Besides, I like having him inside of me. As I watch his cum slide from my pussy, my muscles quiver, wanting to claim it and draw it back inside. Skull must have the same thought because he gathers it on the head of his cock then guides it into my entrance. He braces one hand on my hip, then holds his cock still as he pushes it inside of me inch by glorious inch. He stops when I have half of him inside of me. I thrust into him, trying to take more. His fingers bite into my hip, refusing to let me. 

“Skull…” I whine, my pussy clamping down hard on his shaft.

“What is it,
mi cielo?
Does that greedy cunt need more of me?” he asks, feeding me a little more.

Then, all at once, he shifts his position. He grabs my hips, pulling me back down on his lap, and thrusts hard. His cock is completely inside and I can feel his balls press against me. We’re sitting now staring at each other. We did this before, but it’s different this time—the emotions have changed. He maneuvers me again and helps get my legs around him. The heels of my feet dig into his back, my pussy already quivering around his dick as he rakes the inside of my walls and tunnels in and out of me.

It’s a slow pace at first, our eyes locked together and just enjoying the feel of being a part of one another. I can’t stop myself from holding the side of his face. My fingers skate over his nose, then pet the soft skin of his eyelids. I want to memorize every inch of him. I don’t know how long I will have him, so I want to memorize everything. I run the pad of my thumb over his eyebrows.

Slowly, his eyes open again, his body still gently rocking in and out of me. I’m working with him now, our rhythm in sync. I’m going to come. I can feel the climax raking through my body, but I’m glued to the heat in his face.

“Beth?” he whispers.

Perhaps he sees it in my look or senses it through my touch. Maybe it’s even by the way my body is clinging to his, wanting to be as close as physically possible… I don’t know. But I’m sure he sees it before I even say it. I see the flair of recognition. So, I give him the words, the words which have been true since our first meeting.

“I love you, Skull. I love you.”

He growls. Then, using his hold on my hips, he angles my body to the side, picking up his speed. His body slams into mine repeatedly, and he grinds himself against my pussy with each inward thrust. I tighten my muscles around him.

“Come for me,
mi cielo
. I want to see you fall apart in my arms while my cock’s buried inside of you. Feel your pussy squeeze the fuck out of me so you take me with you,” he commands as his hand moves down between us. He pinches my clit, twisting it.

I disintegrate into a million pieces. Skull follows me just a few seconds later. His cock jerks inside of me, the heat of his cum bathing and coating my insides. I squeeze him tighter, greedily wanting every drop. 

When we’re finished, he keeps me lying on top of him, his cock still inside. He brushes my hair and kisses my shoulder.

“
Te amo
, sweet Beth…
Te amo
.” 

I may not speak Spanish, but even I know what that means. Skull loves me. My eyes flutter shut, but I smile.

He loves me.

Five fucking days and not a word has come from Colin. The fucker’s going to strike, I know it… I just don’t know where or how. I feel it in my bones.

“You got a minute?”

I look up at Pistol standing at the door. His eye’s black still, his arm is in a sling, and his ribs are taped. His brother asked me to give him one more chance, even knowing what a fuck-up he was. My gut instinct was to say no before Cade sweetened the deal: I get the support of his club and his charters in my war. He’s even sending up a crew of a hundred as backing. This is why that motherfucker Pistol is still breathing enough to be standing. I beat him down. I took out every fucking frustration I had on his ass. He got a few hits in, but not very many.

I lean back in my chair and look at him. Why the fuck not? I’ve just been spending the day twiddling my damn thumbs. Why not just cap off my piece of shit day?

“What’s up?”

“We need to settle this between us, especially if we’re in a war.”

“I thought we settled it on the court… when I kicked your ass.” 

The court is a ring out back in our common area where we fight. We either beat each other to vent frustrations or to prove a point. It was the latter between me and Pistol. If he had one thought in him that he was strong enough to overtake me, I beat that shit out of him.

“I was being a dick, I get that. But fuck, what do you expect? I’m second here. It’s my club, too. I have a right to be worried about your choices.”

“Maybe, but you don’t have a fucking right to talk shit to me. You bring your concerns up in Church, motherfucker. You call for a vote. You challenge me to a fight. I don’t give a damn which you choose, but what you do
not
do is talk shit and mouth off to me in front of my men. This is my club.
Mine
. I will not be disrespected or undermined.”

“Point made. We don’t have to be enemies. Not during this. No matter how we feel about each other, we both care about the club. Can we work together to protect it?”

“You can work with me, but I warn you, motherfucker, one wrong step and your brother won’t save you this time.”

His face closes off, but he gets points for the way he pushes down the hate and continues looking me in the eye.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“The Donahues use the Saints to do a lot of their fucking dirty work,” he tells me. “Shit they think is beneath them. I’m pretty sure they think you are beneath them.”

“You think they will have the Saints attack?”

“I think they will use them,” he answers, and the idea is not without merit. He may be onto something. I can’t deny having the same thoughts.

“What do you suggest?”

“We plant someone in the Saints.”

I sigh. “I doubt we could get anyone in there they will talk freely with. Especially if they are helping the Donahues.”

“Maybe, but I know someone in their clubhouse who hears a lot of shit.”

“Who?” I ask, alarm bells going off. I don’t trust Pistol. This sounds too easy.

“Claire.”

“A muffler bunny?” I shake my head, discounting his suggestion. “No way they’d be stupid enough to talk in front of a woman.”

“We wouldn’t. The Saints aren’t that disciplined. I’m telling you, this could work.”

“You trust this Claire?”

“Fuck no, but I trust her to jump on money if it was offered.”

“Without setting us up?”

“That won’t be on the table. All we need is for her to give us a heads-up if she hears them planning.”

“You deal with it. If you think it will pan out, we’ll try it.”

“Got it. Are we good?”

“I don’t have to like you. We’re good as long as you don’t pull that fucking shit again.”

“Fair enough. I’ll let you know if I hear anything further from Claire.” 

“Sounds good.”

I stare at the door after it closes. I’m not sure how I feel about what just happened. I have warning bells going off in my head, but that may have more to do with the fact that Pistol’s involved. I rub the tension at the back of my neck, studying the file in front of me. Colin’s ugly face stares back at me.

“What are you planning, you son of a bitch?” I ask the ugly face. “And just when the fuck are you going to strike?” 

I don’t do well waiting. I don’t like not taking the first strike. I thought about going on the offensive, but I know in my heart that this battle is going to be bloody. I’m not ready to put lives on the line until I have to.

I pick up my Bowie knife off the table and stab it into Colin’s picture—right between his eyes.
I fucking hate waiting.