Stain (King's Harlots MC Book 2) (16 page)

Her moans wrapped around me, mixing with my grunts. Our sounds, the undying want took over as I forced her body to explode and her mind to break. She was mine. I took every inch of her and owned her like a true Master would.

The tight heat pierced me straight in the gut until all I felt was her.

“A-Ash … Oh, God.”

I pulled her into an upright position, holding her against me while I was still seated deep inside her body.

As much as I knew I should go slow, I didn’t want to scare her, I couldn’t. There was a driving force inside of me, an animalistic need to mark her, and it took over. My hips thrust. Hard and fast.

She whimpered, her breathing coming out in short gasps.

Her body squeezed me in a vice like grip, begging me to let her come. So I complied. This time. With one arm around her waist, holding her up, I used the hand of the other to give her what she so desperately wanted.

“Hold on, Hummingbird,” I whispered, grazing the scruff of my cheek against hers.

Meeka let out a breath of relief.

She wouldn’t be relieved that quick. I smiled to myself.

Reaching between her legs, I pushed a finger through the wet folds of her pussy.

She jumped, whimpering.

With my cock inside her tight pussy, I flicked her clit, rubbing it hard and fast. Matching the movements of my thrusts, I had her screaming my name in record time.

“Oh, God.
Fuck
.”

She screamed again, but I didn’t let up. The Alpha inside of me wanted her walking around tomorrow, letting everyone know that she had been fucked good and hard the night before. I wanted Charles to know that she was, in fact, mine. The possessive need to mark every inch of her took over, and I powered into her with so much force, I almost lost my grip on her wet body. Fuck. I needed to gain control. Spots danced in my vision. A grey cloud shielded my thoughts. I was driven mad with the need to destroy her.

“Shit.” I didn’t know what was going on, but the powerful hold her passion had over my body took over.

“Come, baby,” she pleaded, pushing her ass back against me.

I groaned, tearing into her. Never in my life had sex felt that way. Powerful yet delicious. Pure fucking perfection.

“Please,” she panted, meeting me thrust for thrust. “I—” Her words died on a scream.

And that was when I broke, my dick swelled, pulsing into her with hot jets of cum. “
Fuuuuuuuck
,” I roared, my balls tightening to the point of painful.

I couldn’t take it. The release was so fucking powerful, my vision faded in and out.

We both fell to the floor of the shower, breathing heavy and still connected.

Once my heart finally calmed down, I released Meeka and turned her in my arms.

Her eyes drooped, a small smile spreading on her beautiful face. “That was …”

“Fucking amazing,” I answered for her and kissed her softly on the mouth.

“Mmhmm …” Her eye lids fluttered closed.

Taking her in my arms, I rose to my full height, but not before I noticed the crimson trail dripping down her inner thighs.

Shit
.

IT HAD
been years since I saw the bright look of fear behind Asher’s beautiful eyes. He had learned to mask his emotions by putting up a hard wall around him. I was the only one to ever break through, but even I had difficulty doing so sometimes.

In the last couple of minutes, he had gone from possessive Alpha male to scared timid little boy. My stomach twisted, my heart racing at the thought of losing him to the darkness inside.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, mumbling something about
monster
and
clean
. I couldn’t understand him but as I neared him, he jumped.

“No,” he cried. “Clean. I … have … I have to clean you.”

“What are you talking about?” I reached out for him, but he only spun around.

Grabbing a cloth, he shoved it under the water, and before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees in front of me. “Clean.”

What the hell is going on?

“Evil. So stupid,” he continued mumbling to himself, rubbing the cloth over my skin. “Clean.”

“I’m clean. Don’t worry. I am,” I insisted, kneeling in front of him.

“No,” he snapped, attempting to force his hand between my legs. “Blood. Not clean.”

“What are you talking about?” I followed his gaze, my eyes widening at the streak of red leaving my body and flowing down the drain. Oh, God. That was why.
Shit
. “Asher, I’m fine,” I insisted, grabbing his hand from between my legs.

“
No
,” he shouted, wiping the cloth over my aching core. “I hurt you. I made you fucking bleed.” Although his words held an edge, his touch was gentle. So gentle it brought tears to my eyes.

My throat burned. “I’m fine, baby. I am. I promise you.”

“I hurt you.” His eyes shone. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I didn’t care that I had bled; I was more worried about the man breaking and losing himself before me. Throwing my body into his arms, I reached behind him and turned off the water.

He kept mumbling about cleaning and hurting me all the while holding me tight against him.

Never in my life had I thought his control over me would become a trigger for his past. The blood set him off but I wasn’t upset with him. It happened. Asher needed me, but I didn’t know how to make him see that I was fine.

Lifting me in his arms, he grabbed a large towel from the linen closet.

“Put me down. I’m fine to walk by myself.” Although I was sore, it was the best feeling I ever experienced.

“Not gonna happen,” he bit out, wrapping the terry cloth around me and carrying me to his bed.

“Asher,” I squirmed in his arms. “I’m fine. Put me down.”

But he ignored me and sat me on the edge of his bed. Brushing the soft material over my skin, Asher’s brow furrowed in the middle. His big body, still completely naked, held no hint of the intense delicious sex we just shared. His cock was flaccid. I was tempted to touch him to see how he would react. When he knelt in front of me, taking my foot in his hands, I just sat there. Watching. I was confused as to what was going on and why things suddenly changed but after dealing with him for years, I knew to be patient. But it was different.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he finally confessed, breaking some of the tension that had built up inside of me.

“You didn’t. Yes, it was intense because you’re—”

“I’m what?”

“Huge.” My cheeks burned.

A hint of lust flashed in his eyes. “I should have waited. I should—”

“No.” I took his hands and slid from the bed, straddling his lap. “I told you to fuck me. I wanted everything you had to give me. Nothing more. Nothing less. I wanted
you
.” I jabbed a finger into his chest. “You gave me you, Asher.”

“But I made you bleed,” he cried, slamming his fist against the ground.

“And no matter how many times we have sex, you could still make me bleed, Asher,” I told him. “I’m not fragile. I may be small, but I won’t break. You have to see that. I loved everything that we did. Everything we shared because I knew it was meant to be.”

He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine.

“Why does it bother you so much?” There was an underlining reason as to why he freaked out.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He rose to his full height, pulling me up with him. “We have another long day tomorrow.”

I shook my head, shocked that he could go from upset to withdrawn in a matter of seconds. “We need to talk about this.”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised an eyebrow, daring me to argue with him. His words lacked any emotion, any hint of the pain I had seen in his eyes just minutes before.

In a huff, I walked around the side of the bed and threw back the covers. He did the same but kept his gaze on me the whole time.

“Get in the bed, Meeka,” he demanded, waiting.

Crossing my arms under my chest, I braced myself. I enjoyed challenging him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

I swallowed hard at the underlining threat in his voice.

“I will tell you, if I repeat myself, my dear Hummingbird, I will spank that beautiful ass until you soak my hand with your delicious cum. And after that, I won’t stop.”

Oh, gosh. A shiver rippled over my body. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay,” I said, sliding under the covers.

He joined me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I know I need to talk about it. I get that. But right now, I want to enjoy this. I’m tired, Meeka. Help me sleep.”

“Okay.” I reigned soft kisses on his face. “Just promise me that we’ll talk.”

“I promise, baby.”

***

(Asher)

Never in my life had I experienced what I just went through. The sight of the red crimson blood set me off. It was a trigger that I never knew would happen. It upset me to the point I blacked out, mumbling words that weren’t coherent.

Meeka’s wide eyes stuck with me. It would be engrained in my skull for the rest of my days. I didn’t want to worry her. It was something I had dealt with for years, pushing feelings to the side like they weren’t important. Triggers? Please. I was Asher-fucking-Donovan. I didn’t have triggers. The Navy psychiatrist tried diagnosing me with PTSD and a whole bunch of other shit. Apparently, I had abandonment issues and social anxiety. It wasn’t true. I just hated people. My brothers and Meeka were the only ones who could get into my heart, but even I knew it had never been completely. Until her.

With Meeka’s sleeping form lying beside me, she breathed slow and deep. Content sighs left her lips every so often. She pushed her bare ass into my semi-hard erection that wouldn’t go down since the first kiss we shared.

I pulled her closer. I knew I should be sleeping. I knew I should give into the dark slumber of rest, but I much preferred to stare at the gorgeous woman beside me.

“Sleep, Asher,” Meeka whispered, snuggling into my arms.

“I prefer to watch you.” I kissed her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.

“Okay.” Her eyes fluttered closed.

I smiled, placing a soft peck on her mouth.

She told me I was good enough for her. Although the words had left her mouth, I didn’t believe them. I couldn’t get over the fact that I would ruin her. I would destroy her soul and make her constantly worry over me. I didn’t want that. She deserved better. A good man. As much as it pained me to say, I would give up everything to see that she was happy. My chest constricted. Just the thought of her being with someone else made me want to fuck her into submission and prove that she was mine.

The possessive need to control her every move was new for me.

I pulled Meeka into my arms, brushing my hand up and down her back. After all of the shit with Charles was done, I would end things with her. She didn’t want to be with a broken man. How could she? She didn’t deserve to be with someone who was so damn needy. It wasn’t fair to her.

My throat burned. Fuck me. The pain threatened to swallow me whole. It hurt worse than getting fucking shot. How could I make her see that she deserved better? A thought came to me. Shit. It would work. As much as it would kill me, I had to do it. For Meeka. My best friend. The woman I loved.