Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (9 page)

We lie there for a while. Our bodies are still joined because I’m just not ready to leave her yet. I don’t know much about virginity, that’s true enough. But I know I want to take care of her. What she just gave me was special. I didn’t think I would feel that way, not consciously. But knowing that I was the first to bring her pleasure … The first to own her body … I’m a possessive, greedy fuck, and I find that now that I’ve had her, I don’t want to turn her loose for another asshole. All my previous plans with Beth have been thrown out the window.

These are the thoughts racing through my brain after the best climax I can remember having. I hope I’m just drunk on pussy, but I have a feeling I’m not. I force myself to push off of Beth. I’d collapsed over her, and even though I move to the side, I fear I’m still squashing her. I hiss as my dick drags out of her swollen pussy, not wanting to let me go. Even now, after the workout I just gave her, her greedy little cunt is trying to suck me back in, unwilling to give up one inch. Fucking perfection, right there. Beth moans, and even though she’s half asleep, she tries to pull me back to her.

“Where are you going? Don’t leave, Skull,” she says, her tired voice hoarse from her cries and filled with desire. My dick should be tired as a motherfucker, but instead, he’s already perking back to life.

I look down at him and see the telling signs of her blood on my shaft and between her thighs. That should bother me, but it doesn’t. I want to beat on my damned chest like fucking Tarzan while screaming for my woman.

“I’ll be back,
mi cielo
,” I whisper to her. She mumbles, curling back into the covers.

I go the bathroom and run water. I search through the bathroom supplies and find the bath salts mi madre used to keep here before she passed. I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of any of her things. These may be out of date, but they will be better than nothing. I pour them into the water, hoping they work. My mom used them to help ease her muscles after a hard day of working in the garden. It didn’t matter how easy I tried to make her life, she always had to stay busy. I’m hoping that the salts will help heal Beth, because fuck did I give her a hard workout.

As I look down at my semi-erect cock covered in a mixture of our combined release and her virgin’s blood, I know I’m planning on working her out even more.

I return to the bedroom to pick her up in my arms. She’s boneless, but curls in to me and kisses me on my chest. That Tarzan feeling does nothing but intensify.

“Where are we going?” she whispers, her beautiful eyes slowly opening.

“I need to take care of you,” I tell her, heading to the bathroom.

“I thought you just did that. Like … a couple of times,” she says with a ghost of a smile.

I laugh and, for the first time in years, I feel free. You would think she’d be embarrassed or shy after what just happened. After all, it had been pretty intense for a virgin. Not Beth, though. Maybe that’s why we mesh so well. I slowly stand her up, holding her close to my body and not wanting to let her go.

“The lady has jokes,” I whisper against her mouth before claiming it in a sweet, soft kiss, my tongue dancing with hers. She holds onto me, her tongue playing with mine, and we break away slowly.

“I’m taking a bath?” she asks, looking over at the water running in the bathtub and then back at me.

“We are.” I help her climb in. “Scoot up,” I tell her when she’s settled, then get in behind her.

“And to think I’ve always been a shower person,” she says, reclining back into me. My arms slip around her while the water continues to fill.

“I’ll show you how wonderful showers can be too,
mi cielo
… Don’t worry.”

She kisses my shoulder. I stretch to turn the water off, quickly wash my now-raging cock, then take the soap and begin lathering my hands.

“Tell me about your life, Beth. I want to know more.”

“Not much more to tell,” she says, but from the way her body tenses up, I know she’s lying.

I decide not to push her—not
yet
. My hands go around to cup her breasts, massaging the soap in and just enjoying the feel of them. For such a small woman, her breasts are large. The nipples are a pale pink and about the size of a dime. I love the way they feel in my mouth, the way my tongue can torture them, my teeth imprison them. I nearly groan as my dick hardens into full launch mode.

The fucker can just calm down; there’s no way she’s going to be ready to go again. Soon, though. I’m not going to be able to wait long.

I pull on her nipples and her head goes back against my chest, her hips thrust up, sloshing the water around us. “Skull,” she moans.

“You have beautiful breasts. So large and juicy… made to pleasure and bring a man to his knees,” I whisper, still torturing her nipples. “And your nipples… They taste so sweet, so inviting…”

A picture slams into my mind, a picture of Beth nursing my child. My son or daughter’s lips latching on and drinking from her body while her stomach is swollen with another child. You would think that would make my dick deflate. Instead, I feel pre-cum leak off the head and my balls tighten. It felt so fucking good coming inside of her, filling her full of my seed while my shaft was pressed as deep into her womb as humanly possible. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but it was on purpose. I want to fill her with my babies. Lock her to me for eternity.

“Skull, sweetheart… Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moans, her hands biting into my legs on either side of her, and she pushes her ass against me, further torturing my cock.

“You could be pregnant even now,
mi cielo
. We used nothing. My babe could be growing inside of you.”

I didn’t mean to say that, but fuck, now that I’ve had the vision, I want it. I fucking want it, and
now
. I wish I had kept that shit to myself, though, when her body goes rock solid against me and she pulls away.

“That can’t happen,” she whispers, standing up.

Jesus, is the thought of having a child with me so terrifying? But then, I’ve told her I will tire of her. She doesn’t understand that having her and taking her virginity have been game-changers.

I capture her hand and she twists to the side to look at me.

“Sit back down here,
mi cielo
. Face me this time. I want to take care of you. I didn’t realize the thought of my child was so repelling to you.”

Something flashes in her eyes. I think she’s about to call me on my earlier comments about growing tired of her. Instead, she turns and sits back down, this time facing me. I loop her legs on each side of me, pulling her as close to me as I can. I busy myself with cleaning the blood from the inside of her thighs.

“It’s not that, Skull… though that would be insane. I’m not exactly in the shape to raise a child alone.”

“You wouldn’t be alone, Beth,” I tell her, and for now, I will leave it like that. When I see in her eyes that she doesn’t take me seriously, I vow to tell her the truth soon. I’m not letting her go.

“It doesn’t matter, Skull. I can’t get pregnant,” she says while I’m rinsing off her sweet pussy.

The words are said so matter-of-factly and deadpan that I look up to watch her face. “What do you mean?” Inside I’m screaming
no
. It doesn’t change my plans. She’s mine and I’d rather have her and no children than anyone else. I’m grieving the loss of seeing her nurse our baby.

“You knew I was sick.” She shrugs like it’s nothing, but I can see moisture in her eyes.

“
Si
.”

“I had cancer. It’s gone now and my latest tests last month confirmed it’s still gone. The treatments, though, were rough. The doctor told me the aggressive chemo and radiation would make it impossible for me to have a child.”

Fear. Have I known stark fear that is running as deep as this before? I don’t think so. The thought of the world losing Beth to this disease… The thought that something inside of her could take her from me and there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do about it causes my heart to slam against my chest hard. I grab her by the neck and pull her lips to me, acting on instinct and instinct alone.

“You will not get sick, Beth. You will not leave me,” I growl. I don’t give her time to answer. Instead, my tongue invades her mouth and I pour all the anger and fear I have into it. I suck on her tongue, my fingers tightening into her hair as she pulls herself up on my lap, getting even closer. I plunder every part of her warm depths that I can. Our teeth clash, but I don’t care. I just keep hearing her say she had cancer. I keep replaying what that could have meant: I could have never had the chance to touch her, to lie with her, to listen to her laugh or see her smile. Those are things I vow from this moment on that I will not take for granted.

When I break away, we are both breathing hard.

“Wow,” she says, trying to smile.

My fingers search out her clit. I know I can’t get back inside of her this soon, but I need to bring her pleasure. I want to chase away the sadness in her eyes and have it replaced with desire that I put there.

“Skull,” she moans, pushing her sweet little cunt towards me, eager for more.

“Shh… I will give you what you need,
mi cielo
.”

I pet her pretty clit. My mouth goes to her breast and I suck as much of it as I can into my mouth. My tongue works around the hardened nipple as I suck, then seize it with my teeth, biting it—
marking it as mine.

“I want you inside of me,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my body and pulling herself closer to me. My hands go to her ass to stop her. 

“We can’t,
querida
. It’s too soon. You’ll hurt yourself more,” I groan, trying to be fucking noble. “I will make you come. Just relax,” I tell her, letting my tongue go back to torturing her nipple.

I’m distracted by the taste of her sweet flesh, but she completely grabs my attention when her small hand wraps around my cock and guides him inside her body. She moves and impales herself on my rod. Sweet Jesus, he slipped in so easily and her greedy little snatch latches onto my cock, demanding more.

“Fuck,” I moan. The hold on her ass changes now to push her farther down on my dick.

“God, you feel so good inside of me, Skull.”

“We shouldn’t do this, Beth. You’re sore. It will hurt.”

“It feels amazing,” she whispers into my ear, biting on the lobe and sucking it into her mouth. “Fuck me, Skull. I want to feel you inside of me months from now and remember tonight.”

What man can deny his woman when she says something that he wants even more than she does? Still, I can’t hurt her, so I still refuse, doing the only thing I can at this point because there’s no way in fucking hell I’m not going to give her my cock.

“Then ride your man,
mi cielo
. Take your pleasure, and show me how much you want my dick.”

She freezes for a minute, looking into my eyes. Hers are filled with need. Slowly, she begins to rotate her hips, sliding up and down on my cock. When she squeezes her pussy tight against my shaft, I moan. 

“Yes,
querida
… Just like that. Ride me. Take us both over the edge.”

My words seem to be all she needs, because she picks up her speed, and I can do nothing but get lost in the pleasure and how beautiful my woman is at this moment. When my fingers hone in on her clit and I pinch it between my fingers and twist before rubbing it over and over, she completely comes apart in my arms. She’s riding harder and faster, her breasts bouncing and her hips twisting to get more. The inner muscles of her pussy clench and flutter all around my cock, sucking me in until my balls are pushed against her sweet snatch. I feel my climax coming and just as she screams out my name, I unload inside of her.

Those fucking doctors think she can’t have a child? They haven’t met me. I won’t stop until her stomach is round with my baby. I wrap my fingers in her hair and bring her lips down to mine.

I vow that I won’t stop until she’s surrounded by my babies. That’s a vow I plan on keeping.

My mind is a mess. This is the second straight night I’ve had with Skull. I’d ignored common sense and did not go back to the school. I couldn’t bring myself to leave Skull. It might be just sex for him—and maybe it’s because he is my first—but it feels real.
It feels like love
. I don’t want to leave him, but I
have
to leave him and Georgia behind completely. Those thoughts keep intruding upon every minute I have with him, even now when I’m holding onto Skull while riding on the back of his bike. I’m full of need and emotion that’s all centered on this man, but there is a part inside of me screaming about life’s unfairness.

Skull pulls up against the sidewalk a block away and cuts off his engine. I don’t make a move to get off. Instead, I hug him tighter, laying my head against his shoulder. He seems to know that’s what I need because he doesn’t move for a few minutes. His hand covers mine at his stomach and he squeezes it.

“Are you okay,
mi cielo?”

“They could be looking for me,” I mumble against his shoulder, knowing I need to leave and not wanting to.

“You mentioned that before. I doubt very seriously you have a reason to fear nuns, Beth. I will protect you if need be, though,” he jokes.

I want to smile, but I can’t. It’s just a reminder of the bigger secret I’m keeping from him. I ignore the tinge of guilt I feel at not telling him the truth, then slide off his bike.

“What time is it?” I ask, holding my arms tight around myself to ward off the chill. Skull puts a jacket over me, but the night air is cold. He wanted to drive me out to his favorite spot and I wanted to be anywhere he was.

“Are you really worried about missing curfew?” he asks.

“If they report it to my guardians, then yes. They’ll take me out of school and have me finish in private tutoring or ship me off to France.”

Again, I only tell him half-truths. None of what I just told him matters since I’m running away. He looks at me strangely as I try to remember exactly what I said. Did I give too much away? I only have one more night with him, really. I don’t want to mess that up.

He parks his bike, grabs a rolled up blanket from his saddle bags, then joins me. He takes my hand and walks me down the grassy pasture-like area we’re in. I can’t tell anything about the area because it’s dark. There’s a large moon above us that gives light, but since I have no idea where I’m at, it doesn’t help me. Skull, on the other hand, seems to know exactly where we are. His footsteps never falter.

In a few minutes, he comes to a stop and I look up. In front of us is a small dock that overlooks a calm lake. Even in the dark, or maybe because of it, it is beautiful. 

“Amazing,” I murmur, turning back to him with a smile. It’s secluded and romantic. It’s what you envision a lover taking the time to show you.
It makes me feel special
. Between this and the way he’s treated me since our first night, I feel like I matter to him. Still, I know I’m probably just fooling myself.

He brings his hand up and holds the side of my face. I lean into it, loving the connection with him. His thumb brushes my lips gently, almost reverently. I capture the tip of it with my teeth and hold it between my lips, letting my tongue tease it gently before letting go.

“One day, sweet Beth, I will learn all of your secrets.”

“Why?” I ask, confused.

“Because it’s needed,” he says cryptically.

I want to question him further, but I don’t. I follow him to the dock. He spreads out the blanket he brought with us, then sits down and reaches a hand toward me. I join him and lean into his body as we watch the water and the way the light of the moon reflects off of it, making the beams dance.

“What happened to your parents?” he asks, and I can’t help the way my body tenses up.

“They split up when I was young. My father took my sister Katie, and mom took me.”

“
Pendejos
,” he growls, squeezing me tighter. I look up in question. “Assholes,” he translates.

I nod. “Pretty much, yeah. They just never saw life beyond what or how it affected
them
. Anyway, I haven’t seen my father since. Not even for Katie’s funeral. Mom remarried and my stepfather wasn’t exactly a warm man. I don’t guess I’ve ever been close to anyone in my life. I do miss my mom, though. Her and my stepfather passed away in an accident. My stepbrothers were left as my guardians.”

“
Lo siento, amor,
” he whispers against my hair.

“Someday soon, I’m going to learn Spanish so that when I’m alone, I can think of our time together and understand all you’ve said to me,” I tell him without thinking. Every time he uses Spanish, I mourn that I don’t fully understand what he is saying.

He turns my face to look at him and, even with the darkness, his eyes draw me in.

“Tengo miedo han sido capturados. Nunca dejar ir,” he says, the lyrical words rolling off his tongue.

“What’d you just say?” I ask, my heart beating faster.

He smiles and kisses my forehead before lying back on the dock, lifting me under my arms as he does and bringing me atop him. Our lips are just a breath away from each other. Our eyes, locked on one another. My legs slide along his body so that I’m astride him and I find myself wishing we didn’t have clothes on.

“Come on, Skull. It’s not fair. Tell me what you just said.”

“I said that I fear your body has me captured. I need to fuck you again. Are you very sore?”

My face reddens at his frank words. But the instant he says them, I feel excitement pool between my legs. I
am
sore. Very sore, because Skull is not a small man. I don’t have anything to really judge him by, but I can’t imagine there are many—
if any
—larger.

But I know I won’t get to keep experiencing the pleasure he gives me. I greedily want all of it I can have.

“I’m good. I want you again too, Skull.”

“My sweet, sweet Beth,” he moans, his hand brushing the side of my face and his lips finding mine.

It’s a different type of kiss than the others we’ve shared. This one feels tender. Somehow, that moves me more than anything he’s ever given me. I lose myself in his taste and the warm, wet texture of his mouth. My tongue curves around his, sucking it in further, needing the silky feel and the way it heats my body on the inside. His hands move up my back and then back down where he cups my ass and grinds my body into his. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock against me and moan in response.

“Are you sure?” his raspy voice asks as his kisses trail down the side of my neck. He hones in on the juncture where my neck and shoulder meet and bites on the tight tendon there. I cry out softly in response, trying to buck restlessly against him. His strong hands keep me in place.

“Teach me… in your language.”

His tongue teases my skin, tracing my neck and under my chin, before looking up at me. “Beth…?”

“Teach me how to ask you to fuck me in Spanish,” I demand. I don’t know where the need comes from, I just know it’s there.

“Soy todo tuyo,” he tells me, and his eyes never leave mine as I say the words. It doesn’t ring true to me. Rosa taught us all a bunch of Spanish curse words, and none of the words Skull just gave me match what she said was Spanish for fuck. It doesn’t even match the words he said earlier. So, I commit these to memory—for two reasons.  One, I want to know what he had me say. Two? I love the effect they have on him.

“Soy todo tuyo, Skull. Soy todo tuyo.”

Skull growls, flipping me over while already tearing my shirt from my body.

Oh, yes. I definitely want to know what I’ve just said to him.
Definitely
. And once he has us both naked and his hard cock drives into my body, I say it again just for good measure. I say it over and over. Skull wraps his hand in my hair and holds my body exactly how he wants it as he pounds me relentlessly, pushing us both over the edge.

My body shudders in the last aftershock of my orgasm and I feel our combined fluids leak between my thighs. I moan and tighten my muscles upon his cock, which is still semi-erect and deep inside of me. I want to scream that I love him, but I don’t.
I can’t
. But when he whispers, “I am yours too,
mi cielo
,” I smile. I am pretty sure those are the words he had me say in Spanish, and I’m okay with it. I’m more than okay because it doesn’t matter that I have to leave in a very short time.

It doesn’t matter at all, for it is true:
I am his.