Released(Devil's Blaze MC 3)(50)

“I was scared. God, Skull, I was weak. I was pathetic. I don’t have Katie’s courage and I’m not sure I ever will…”

“Las tonterías.”

“Okay, I’ve learned Spanish as much as I could, but that one…”

“Bullshit,” I translate for her, and for the first time since this conversation started, I find a smile. “You’re standing here, Beth. You put your life on the line to save your sister. You faced Matthew and ended him without blinking. That’s not someone who is weak.”

“But…”

“And you survived your grandfather and father,” I tell her, pulling her face closer into mine. Something flashes across her face and I know there are more things to be uncovered, but I can’t tackle those tonight. Right now, I need her. “You’re strong, mi cielo. Even steel bends… when the fire forges it,” I whisper against her lips.

“Skull,” she breathes, and the taste of her lips is right there and I can’t fight it anymore.

“Give me your lips, sweet Beth. Los Necesito mas que necesito respirar,” I whisper before I claim them.





I whimper as he deepens the kiss, unable to fight it anymore. I’m tired of fighting. My hands go up, digging my fingers into his hair. I had forgotten the soft feel of his dark locks slipping against my skin. I had forgotten the taste of him, and after that night in the cabin, it has been haunting me.

He reaches behind me and undoes my hair, letting it fall around my face. I look into his eyes and they glow, so dark and demanding. This feels big. Before, it was just in the heat of the moment, and this… this can’t be explained away. This is opening ourselves back up. Can we really make it work?

His hand moves under the bottom of my shirt, his callused fingers teasing the sensitive skin on my stomach. It feels good, but makes me nervous at the same time. I’m not ready for him to see… me. I need to distract him.

I reach up to push his cut from his shoulders, letting the heavy leather material fall to the ground.

He breaks away from our kiss, staring at me. The desire in his look threatens to burn me alive.

“Mi mujer,” he whispers, my woman… Does he know how true those words are? I have been his from the first moment he looked at me. I fell fast and hard and there hasn’t been a moment since that first meeting that I didn’t want him—didn’t need him.

I drop down to my knees, using my hands on his legs to brace myself.

“Beth…”

“I used to lie awake at night and remember how it felt to hold your cock in my hands. The heat, the feel… as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked you,” I tell him while reaching up to unzip his pants and push them down his hips.

His cock springs out, as if it’s pointing right at me. His dick, dark in color, is wet from the way his pre-cum has risen to the top and spilled out, painting the head in a clear gloss that makes me lick my lips.

“It’d drive me crazy because I could remember everything from the way you heated in my hands, to the texture when I would squeeze your cock tight, and even the way you stretched my mouth. I dreamed of the way it felt to slide my tongue along your shaft as I took you to the back of my throat,” I tell him, my voice a little more than a whisper, my body tense with need.

“Christo, Beth, mi cielo, let me…” he exhales.

I hold his cock tight in my hand and stroke him once slowly and deliberately before bringing him to my mouth. I run my tongue over the tip, moaning as the taste of his pre-cum blooms on my tongue. I watch him as I swirl my tongue across the head.

“I wanted to cry each time because, as much as I could remember, I couldn’t taste you. I wanted to taste you again, just once… one more time…” I tell him, right before I inch my mouth down on his cock, slowly taking him in, using my tongue to brush along his shaft. I slide him in until he reaches the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks out, sucking him hard. Slowly, I let him go, withdrawing him from my mouth.

“Beth, mi cielo, I need inside you…”

“And I need this… Skull. I need it more than I could tell you.”

That part, at least, is honest. I do need him like this. I need him in so many ways.

His hand comes around to pull on my hair, holding me still. His thumb brushes along my jawline, as he studies me.

“I will see your body soon, querida,” he tells me, so I know now that he has me figured out. I know I will show him eventually, but I can’t deal with it right now. I just can’t.

“I’ll show you… I just…”

“It’s okay, mi cielo. We’ll take this slow,” he tells me, his face tender. This side of Skull, I’ve missed.