Captured(Devil's Blaze MC 1)(62)

“I’m going to come, Beth,” I warn her, but even as I say it, my cum is barreling out. It jets out into her waiting throat. I yell out her name. I can’t remember ever coming this hard. Beth growls in response, her fingernails biting into my thigh, her other hand tight on my cock as she sucks me harder and harder, draining every damn drop.

I lean against the back of the shower wall. My fucking legs are shaking from the orgasm I just had. I look down at my woman, thinking to praise her. Her sweet little tongue comes up to gather some cum that was left in the corner of her mouth. Water pours down the side of her body. Her eyes are full of emotion and she’s making sure she drinks the last ounce of cum I’ve given her. Even with all that beauty that is Beth, I’m still surprised when she leans into my body, buries her head against my cock and bites into my thigh, marking me with her teeth.

I thought I was spent, but just like that, I know I’m going to have her again. My dick is already demanding it.





I’m lying against Skull, my head on his chest. His heart beats in my ear and the sound reassures me. My body is pleasantly numb while still humming from the workout he gave me.

After our shower, he dried me off and took me to bed. He bent me over the bed and took me hard and I loved every minute of it. I smile as I feel the way Skull’s hand slides up and down my lower back. I love this. Almost more than the actual sex, the after time when he holds me close and I feel so connected to him. It feels as if it answers a need deep inside of me that I never knew I had. Until Skull, it felt like everyone I ever cared about left me. Skull is the first person who makes me feel like he would die before leaving me. No. That’s not right. The truth is, he would die for me. He’s already proven that. He loves me. As screwed up as my brain is right now, I’m sure of that.

“Your body is tense, mi cielo. What are you thinking? Do I need to work the stress out of you again?”

I smile and kiss his chest, pushing my body into him with a giggle.

“Is that what you just did?”

“I thought it was. Though, maybe I need to do it once more if you’re already stressing out again.”

“I was just worried about what’s going to happen,” I confess, carefully choosing my words. “I promise you, I never realized what would happen when we met. I would have tried to warn you—”

“Shh,” he whispers, his hand moving up to brush my hair. “It is not important, mi cielo. I told you it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Besides, I did a partial background check on you. I could have pushed Torch to dig further, but I didn’t. That’s on me.”

“Why would you have? Most women don’t come attached with baggage that’s pulled from the demons of hell.”

Skull snorts, going back to brushing my hair. “Querida, you were mine the minute I saw you standing on the street. It wouldn’t have mattered if you belonged to Lucifer himself. I still would have claimed you.”

“What happens next, Skull?”

“We will wait another day or so, then attack again. I won’t stop until I bury Colin.”

“I wonder where Matthew is?”

“I’m not sure. We’ve been running checks and there’s not been one word from Matthew. It appears Colin is spearheading this. Though, there is talk of Edmund’s brother taking the reins again.”

My heart slams against my chest. I turn to the side, hoping Skull can’t feel it. I do my best to keep my body relaxed. I don’t want to give myself away. “Is that good or bad?” I ask, trying to figure out how Skull feels about this situation. Would he be willing to work with my father? Could they join forces and be rid of Colin? If I could arrange that, maybe I wouldn’t have to give him up. Maybe…

“None of it is good, querida. Besides, the strikes we made go farther than just the Donahues. They are just one faction inside a bigger one. Retribution will be sought. No, our only hope is to bury any of the Donahues we can. If we can cause enough problems and draw attention to them, the family will deal with them too.”

“Won’t the family lash out at you?” I ask, not quite grasping what he’s hoping to accomplish.

“Probably,” he says, and my stomach flutters.

“I was kind of hoping they’d back off after you struck back,” I whisper stupidly.

“We just keep going, Beth. Eventually we’ll find something to bring it to a head.”

That one sentence makes my heart turn over in my chest. I can’t stop the tremor of fear that moves through me, and I know Skull feels it too because he pulls me up his body so I am forced to sit up, straddling him.