Captured(Devil's Blaze MC 1)(20)

He pulls his bike into the garage and I slide off to my feet. He joins me, wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me into the attached building. The man who’s been with him in town is here. He’s a tall man with dirty blond hair that’s all mussed and choppy looking. It looks like a woman just ran her fingers through it and spent hours touching it. He’s got a look on his face that makes me want to blush and I don’t even know why. I think it’s the dirty promises that even I can read in his eyes. He’s wearing a leather cut like Skull’s with a white t-shirt under it and tight jeans molded to his lean body.

“Quit looking at my woman, motherfucker,” Skull growls at him, and I stop staring to look up at Skull. He’s shooting the guy a look like he could kill him.

The man shrugs and says, “I’m only human.”

“Which means I can kill you, so back the fuck off,” Skull growls back.

“Hey, honey. I’m Torch,” he says with a wink, totally ignoring Skull’s warning. When I hear Skull’s growl, I have to conclude that Torch might not be very smart. I sure wouldn’t want to piss Skull off.

“Hi,” I whisper, cursing myself for blushing.

Skull all but yanks me away from Torch as we delve deeper into the room. This might have been a mistake. There’s obviously a party going on in here. There’s women. Naked women. They’re dancing and… Oh. My. God. There’s one woman having sex with two men in the back—at the same time. I stop dead in my tracks. Skull tries to tug on me again, but I’m not ready to go anywhere near that.

“Beth?”

I drag my eyes away from the woman who is… well… “Skull,” I finally manage to say, “I don’t think I belong here.” I pull my arm from him, ready to run back outside.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I… I don’t think I’m what you’re looking for, Skull. I don’t think I’m anywhere close. I need to go.”

“What’s wrong with you now?”

We’re starting to attract attention—and that’s the last thing I want. I stand up on my tiptoes and try to reach his ear. “They’re having sex!” I whisper, though it comes out more like a hiss because… really, I mean, he can see it. I shouldn’t have to explain it to him.

His eyes go back to the threesome. I just saw a threesome. A real life threesome! His lips move to a full grin and the light catches the glint on his lip ring. I’ve gotten used to kissing him. I even kind of like it now. In this light, with that look on his face, he looks like every woman’s fantasy.

I expect him to turn me around and help me get out of here. He doesn’t. Instead, he turns me around so I’m facing them. He imprisons me with his arm, holding me against his chest. His hot breath slides along my neck as he whispers into my ear.

“What’s wrong, querida? Does it not turn you on? Watch how Sabre holds her head while he thrusts his cock into her mouth. She likes it. Do you see how she pulls against his hold when he slides back out?”

“Skull, please… I don’t…”

“Watch how she thrusts her ass back against Latch every time he plunges his cock into her. She’s on fire for both of them.”

His words are dark and forbidden, just like what I’m seeing right now. I shouldn’t be watching this. I shouldn’t be… aroused. I am, even if I don’t want to be. I’m completely aroused. So much so that I can feel moisture gathering in my panties. I try to turn my head because watching this goes against everything I’ve ever been told. Skull doesn’t even allow me that comfort. He nibbles along the side of my neck, pulling on the skin, then lets his tongue brush away the sting to keep us so connected that I can’t turn away.

“Sabre and Latch are close, sweet Beth. They do this often. They work as a team. They love pushing one woman to her brink. Working together until the woman doesn’t know anything or anyone is around. All she can do is take what they decide to give her. Fuck her harder and harder until they give her what she really wants.”

“Skull, please…”

“Sabre is getting ready to shoot his load in her mouth,” he points out, ignoring my plea. “You can tell by the way he’s driving faster and faster into her. Do you think she’ll drink his cum down that sweet little throat? Or will it be too much and run out of her mouth…?”

“Skull…” I all but cry, because as his hand comes around to cup my breast and he teases it much like he did earlier in the cemetery, I know that he could make me come. Just like this, doing nothing more than teasing me and uttering his filthy dark words while we watch these three people do what I can only wish he was doing to me. Does it make me horrible for enjoying it? Why do I feel horrible—and excited? I’m so confused, and I really do want to run away.