Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (12 page)

I watch the door slam behind Skull. I just sit there. I don’t know what else to do. I’m in shock. The last thing I expected was having Skull and Colin show up at the bus stop. Sometimes, being in small towns really sucks. I let out a large breath and try to sort through everything. I can’t let Colin destroy Skull. I know Skull thinks he can handle this, but I’ve seen the way Matthew and Colin operate. Nothing good can come from this. Yet, I’ve got a feeling that getting away from here won’t be that easy.

I tense up as the door opens. Surely Skull isn’t back so quickly. It’s stupid, but I’m more than a little disappointed when it’s not Skull that comes through the door.

“Who are you?” I ask the stranger. I’ve seen him before, so I know he’s a member, but he’s one of the ones I haven’t talked to.

“Latch.”

Does no one in this club have a regular name? 

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m your babysitter until Skull gets done and can come back to watch you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Apparently, you do.”

“So I’m a prisoner?”

“Let’s see. I’m not supposed to let you go to the bathroom alone, so I’m going to go with
yes
.”

“This is ridiculous.” I huff, looking away from Latch. I don’t want him to read the fear in my eyes. I really need to get away before it’s too late—
if it’s not already
.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Then why don’t you go back out and do whatever you need to do? I’ll just—”

“Run away again?” he finishes for me. “Ignore the wishes of the man who’s putting his life and the lives of his brothers in jeopardy for you? Betray him? What
will
you do?”

His questions hit me with the force of a blow, and I’m stunned. “Just wait a minute here. It’s not like that!”

“You didn’t leave the compound when Skull made it clear you needed to stay here?”

“I needed to leave! I was trying to avoid putting Skull in danger! I don’t want to put anyone in danger!”

“Kind of late for that,” the asshole says, stretching back against the chair he’s sitting in and looking bored.

“I know, that’s why I—”

“The time to worry about that was
before
you spread your legs for him. Tell me, cupcake, did you even think about the fact that you were signing Skull’s death warrant when you climbed in his bed? Don’t you think you should’ve warned him?”

“No one was supposed to find out! That’s why I was leaving!”

“Well, I guess we’ve seen how great that plan worked.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Been told that before. I don’t see it myself.”

“So what are we going to do in here until Skull gets back?” I ask when it becomes clear he’s not going to leave.

“Play strip poker?” he asks, holding up cards.

“I don’t think Skull would like that,” I tell him, laughing despite my stress.

“Only if you lose,” he says.

“How about just regular cards?”

“Boring as hell, but whatever,” he says, kicking out the chair across from him. He moves the end table between the chairs and starts dealing.

I glance at the door before joining him.

“No one’s saving you. I don’t have a bitch that leads me around by the dick like Beast, so you’re shit out of luck,” he says, not looking up from dealing. I feel myself flush because I do feel guilty about that.

“Beast deserves better,” I grumble, sorting through the cards.

“No argument here. So does Skull, though.”

“I didn’t sell him out,” I argue.

“No. You just don’t have any faith in him. He can handle the Donahues.”

“You don’t know them like I do. They are dangerous.”

“You don’t have any idea what Skull and our club are like when our hands are forced. If he’s worth giving your pussy to, try having a little faith in him for the other shit, cupcake.”

“I really hate that nickname.”

“I hate playing regular poker. Sometimes you have to deal.”

“Does Beast know she’s hooked on drugs?”

“He does now.”

“I’m sorry,” I say lamely.

“That’s the one thing you shouldn’t be sorry about.”

“You really think Skull can handle what Colin and Matthew will try?”

“I think if he can’t, no one can.”

“That’s not totally reassuring, Latch.”

“It’s just the truth, cupcake.”

“Skull doesn’t have to do this. Maybe if I left, I could stop Colin from—”

“I didn’t see anyone twisting Skull’s arm back at the bus stop.”

“Well, no. But—”

“Then I’d say he chose it. Your job is to have faith in your man.”

“My man? He said he would grow bored with me,” I whisper. The words still have the power to hurt me.

“I don’t see anyone growing bored with you. Now go, will you?”

I swallow at his words.
I’m scared
. I’m scared to stay and I’m scared to go. I decide to concentrate on the cards since I don’t have any other choices right now. The only thing I’m sure of is, I can’t let Skull get hurt because of me.

“Meeting in order,” I growl as I sit down. I don’t bother with the fucking gavel. I’m not sure I wouldn’t break the son of a bitch right now.

“We’re at war with the Donahues?” Briar asks, getting straight to the point. He was one of the few main patched-in members I didn’t take with me. It was on purpose. He and Pistol are close. I haven’t talked with him much about all the shit, but I don’t have time to deal with fuckers who aren’t behind me.

“Yes.” I sit back and watch everyone’s faces, judging and monitoring their reactions.

“That’s a lot to fucking swallow,” Clutch adds. 

It’s a full table tonight. Normally, I only have Church with the officers. However, this will involve everyone. So the patched-in members, with the exception of Latch, are all here.

“Are you with me or against me?” I ask the one question that matters the most.

“You pick a fucked up time to start not one, but possibly two wars,” Briar says. “Have you even spoken to Cade?”

Cade is Pistol’s brother and my biggest worry about the situation. I need Cade’s support right now. I sure as hell don’t need him pissed off and coming at me.

“I’m going to, right after we’re done here.” I divert my attention away from Briar and back to the group as a whole. “Now’s the time to speak up motherfuckers if you have a problem with the way I’m running things. Let me hear it.”

“The situation with Pistol needs dealing with. We can’t leave the fucker on ice, and he is a part of this club, a patched-in member,” Briar says again.

“He disrespected me. Ain’t no motherfucker gonna do that.”

“Then fight it out or kill him, but do something.”

“You’re cool with that?” I ask Briar, because of all the men, he’s the one friend Pistol has.

“It should’ve been dealt with a long time ago. I’m more than cool with it,” he says, surprising the fuck out of me.

“I second that,” Torch pipes up, and all the men nod in agreement.

There it is. I have all the brothers’ support—even the one member I wasn’t expecting it from. Contentment settles inside of me. This is why I chose to be president. This is why the Devil’s Blaze MC is my home.

“Okay, then anyone want to weigh in about the Donahues?”

“Kind of late to worry about it. We back down now, we’re a bunch of fucking pussies. They want war. We give it to them. But I say we better make a motherfucking statement,” Beast speaks up.

“Is she worth the war?” Sabre asks.

“She’s mine. I’m claiming her. That makes her one of us,” I tell him, but I direct the words to everyone.

“She’s awful young, Boss,” K-Rex says.

“Fuck, you’re claiming her? I was hoping to have a go at her. It’d be nice to get some strange around here, even if it’s your sloppy seconds,” Torch cracks, looking at me with that damned grin on his face.

“Stay away from her, you horny fuck. You already nail everything with a snatch in a ten mile radius.”

“Hey, a man has needs.”

“You’re going to break your fucking dick before you hit thirty and be a sad-ass fuck popping pills to get a boner,” I tell him.

“No danger in that. Torch is my name, and heating up juicy little cunts is my game.”

“Whatever, just stay away from Beth.”

“Boss, you wound me,” he responds and I want to lay into him, but I need to direct this meeting in the right direction. We have shit to do and I need my motherfucking bases covered.

“All joking aside, we’re in for a fucking battle. I want phone conferences with the charters tomorrow.”

“Are we asking for help from outside clubs, like Diesel’s?” Sabre asks.

“We’re going to need it eventually. I want that path cleared, but I won’t ask them to join in until our hands are forced.” 

“What about our families and shit? I know my old lady fucked up, Boss, but I need to think about Annabelle,” Beast says. I look at the big guy and feel bad for him. Jan is a miserable bitch. Beast deserves better, but he knocked her up and he’s a loyal fucker. He’s not going to turn away from Jan; he’s going to take her shit until he can’t no more, just to keep his daughter close. I’m not sure I can blame him. His daughter Annabelle is only three, and she’s a beautiful little thing who luckily looks just like her dad and nothing like Jan.

“We’re on lockdown. We increase the fucking security here and no one goes in or out. That means
no one
, Beast,” I warn him, because he knows as well as I do that Jan will be pushing that—especially when she runs out of her stash.

“Got it.” I can see from the look in his eyes that he does, so I let it go.

“Okay. We’ll have another meeting tonight to check on the status of shit. Everyone here, no exceptions,” I order, banging my hand on the table and making it vibrate with the force of the hit. Then, I walk out before anyone else. I have some fucking calls to make and I need to deal with Pistol. Maybe then I can go back to Beth without wanting to strangle her.

It’s dark outside by the time I get free enough to go to my room to talk to Beth. I sent word by Torch to have one of the men send her and Latch dinner, but I know she’s probably pissed as hell at being confined to her room. I can’t help it. She brought this on herself. She’s lucky I don’t have her chained to the bed. My dick moves and pushes against my pants to let me know he’s still alive as I picture Beth chained to my bed. The damn thing can just die back down. I’m not fucking Beth again until I make her see what a fucked up thing she’s done. I will not put up with her keeping secrets and lying to me. That’s a deal breaker. I’m not going to be like Beast, being led around by my dick and being made a fool of.
No way.

When I make it to my door, there’s laughing going on inside and I instantly want to rip the door off the hinges and use it to beat one certain biker to fucking death. Instead, I open the door and stand there ready to snap his neck like a twig.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

Torch looks up grinning. I’m really getting fucking tired of that grin.

“Hey, Boss. I decided to bring Beth some dinner myself.”

“Dinner was two hours ago, fucker,” I growl, and my eyes dart to Beth, who is blushing but trying not to look at me.
She shouldn’t
. The slightest thing will make me cross the edge right now.

“Wow, really?” Torch asks, fake-glancing at his watch. “Eh, Boss, you know how it is when you have good company. Time gets away,” he tells me, this time turning his attention back to Beth.

I’m going to have to kill the motherfucker. That’ll make him behave.

“Yes, really,
Cabrón
,” which is Spanish for
dumbass
, which is being nice. There’s so much more I’d rather say to him. I don’t bother, though. With Torch, it wouldn’t matter, and I want to talk with Beth. When I look over at her on the bed and see the way her blonde hair falls over her face and her full lips making a half smile, I admit that I mostly want to fuck her. Between the Church meeting, talking with Diesel, and then with Pistol’s brother, I am about talked out.

“I guess I got carried away talking to the lovely Beth. It’s hard to concentrate on the time when you have such beauty in front of you.”

“Why would she want to talk with a man who tries to flirt with all the ladies, but since his dick is only two inches long, gets nowhere?”

“Fuck you. My cock is legendary,” he returns, then winks at Beth, adding, “In size and in experience, in case you were wondering.”

“If you don’t get the fuck away from her, you won’t
have
a cock,” I warn him, and I’m not exactly joking. Torch ignores me, but doesn’t press his damn luck. He says his goodbye to Beth, gives me a motherfucking salute, then closes the door behind him. That leaves me staring at Beth wondering where in the fuck we go from here.

“He’s interesting.”

“You’re taken.”

“I wasn’t looking. It was merely an observation.”

“So you admit you’re mine?” I ask, pissed off with myself because that’s not the conversation we need to be having, but it’s the only thing that keeps coming to mind right now.

“Skull, you need to let me go. You heard Colin. He won’t stop until he destroys you. I can’t let that happen.”

“I’m not letting you go, Beth. You’re mine. I’ve claimed you in front of everyone. They all know it. The only person not seeming to get it would be you.”

“Skull…”

“Strip.”

“Isn’t that how we started this mess to begin with?”

“It’s not a mess, and if something works, then you stick with it. Now strip.”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“That’s why they invented angry sex.”

“Shouldn’t we talk first?” she asks, but she stands and raises her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor.

“We will be talking with our bodies. If you’re lucky, you’ll wear me out enough that I won’t have the energy to punish you.”

Beth steps out of her pants and kicks them off to the side.

“I should’ve ran the other way when I met you,” she mumbles.

“But you didn’t, and now it’s much too late.”

“You said you’d grow tired of me!” she complains, standing in her underwear.

“I lied.”

“Skull,” she begins, but I stop her.

“Lose the underwear, Beth. Then come stand in front of me,” I tell her, sitting down in a chair, already naked.

“This doesn’t sound much different from regular sex,” she huffs, but she takes off her bra and panties.

“The angry part will come when I’m feeding you my cock. Now get over here,” I tell her, stroking my cock and squeezing it tight because fuck me, I already want to come.

She looks at me, then down at my cock. Pre-cum drizzles from the head of my dick onto my hand as I continue stroking. Then, she walks towards me, her eyes glued to my cock, and that sweet little tongue of hers licks the bottom of her lip, which only makes my dick leak more. 

Fuck, this isn’t going to last long. “On your hands and knees, Beth.”

She slides down to her knees on the floor. Her gray eyes sparkle with need as she looks up at me. If there’s a more beautiful sight, I can’t place it. This is nowhere near angry sex, but telling her I need her to submit to me—to touch her, to own her for no other reason than to reassure myself that she’s not leaving—gives her too much fucking power. Beth has no idea how gone I am for her. She’s young. Maybe she thinks a woman is something a man puts his life, his club, and the lives of his brothers in danger for so easily. It’s not. I know what I’m asking of my club. I was completely prepared to override my brothers tonight. The fact that they all agreed with me, even Briar, leaves me humbled. It cements my reason for taking over for my
tío
. Being president of the Devil’s Blaze is where I belong.

“Give me your hand,” I tell her. She reaches for me and I clasp it in mine. Soft, smooth skin, pale white compared to mine. Our difference could be summed up there. Completely opposite of each other, but then there’s so much about us that connects. She’s young, but life has made her older than her years—at least in most of the ways that count. “So beautiful. How many times have I reached for this hand in the middle of the night? You planned on taking that away from me, Beth,” I tell her, kissing her palm. 

“Skull,” she begins, but I don’t let her talk.

“Quiet,
querida
. Your chance to talk has passed.” I bring her hand to my sack. She holds my balls carefully. It’s almost as if she’s afraid. It’s that innocence that makes me smile, even when my mind is a fucking mess. “Roll them, Beth. Tease them,” I instruct, my hand going back to my dick. Her eyes follow my movements as I stroke myself slowly. I doubt she even realizes her head is tilting towards my cock. I decide to give her what she’s silently asking for. I take the head of my cock and brush her lips with it, painting them in my pre-cum. Her tongue comes out to play and she licks the head, delving into the crease in the tip. “Do you want my cock, Beth?” I ask, my words coming out more like a moan. The sight of her tongue dancing across my head and her lips greedily taking my cum into her mouth will be one that I will remember when I’m a hundred fucking years old. 

“Yes.”

My fingers push into her hair, gentle for now. I let the texture float across my fingers, taking in the different colors in the strands. Golden sunshine, just like the light that having her beside me brings to my life. I never stood a chance. She knocked me on my ass from that first glimpse of her, and she may very well be my death.

All of that, and I still wouldn’t change a motherfucking thing. “Take it,
mi cielo
. Show me how much you want it,” I tell her, still letting her hair sift through my fingers.

I watch as her hand moves up to the base of my cock. Her fingers can’t reach all the way around, but she squeezes it, and it feels so damn good. Her lips kiss my balls, sucking one into her mouth, then releasing it before nuzzling her face against them and planting more soft kisses. Her tongue flattens and slides along the underside of my cock in a long, soft glide until it reappears at the head and my pre-cum is all over her tongue. I can see it and feel the heat of need zap along my spine. I need to come, but I hold back. I want her to play. I want her to learn my body because it’s the only fucking body she’ll
ever
have.
Mine
.

I’m so intent on watching her discover my cock with her tongue that I’m not prepared when, on her third sweet lick upwards, her mouth goes down on my staff. I watch as I disappear into that wet, heated paradise. “That’s it, baby. Suck it down,” I encourage her. Her eyes go to my face and she slides further on my cock. I feel her tongue dance along my shaft. Her cheeks hollow out as she loves on my dick. Sucking him in so fucking tight, I can already feel my cum building. She goes down until her lips meet her hand and then goes back up. I watch her bob up and down on my cock and it’s beautiful, but it’s too fucking slow for what I need now. My patience is gone. My fingers tangle in her hair now, pulling tight. She looks up at me and I see the question in her face. She’s afraid she’s done something wrong. “Brace your hands on my knees,
querida
. I’m the one in charge now. I’ll feed you my cock and you’ll take every fucking inch.”

My voice is hoarse from need. Her fingers bite into my legs and she hums around my cock. I feel the fucking vibration in that, all through my dick. I use the hold on her hair to push her further down on my cock, moaning as inch after inch disappears. I reach the back of her throat. She gags and I bring her back up.

“You can take it further, breathe through your nose,” I tell her before pushing her back down. She gags again and I back off, leaving her to lick the head while I reach with my other hand and palm her breast. I tease the nipple, and her mouth goes back down on me, even though I’m holding her hair to keep her from going very far. She growls this time against my dick and I can’t stop the smile. “You want it that bad,
querida
, you need to be prepared because I’ll give it to you.”

That’s the only warning she gets before both of my hands tangle into her hair and I push her down on my cock, forcing her to swallow me down. This time, when I reach the back of her throat, I don’t let her pull away.

“Work your throat and breathe through your nose, Beth. You can do it, sweetheart.” I pull her back up and then push her mouth down again and this time, when I reach her throat, she works it like I’ve told her and she deep throats me like a fucking pro. “Oh fuck. Yeah, that’s it,
querida
. That’s it. Yeah, take that dick.”

I work her hard on my cock and I can feel it. I’m about to explode. I could make her swallow it down. I want that—eventually. Not right now, though. Now, I need something else entirely.

I pull her off of me and she cries out in frustration. “No,” she moans. “I want you to come.”

“I’m going to,” I tell her. “
Inside
of you. Climb up here on my lap, woman. You better be ready because this is gonna be a quick ride.”

“In the chair? How?”

I hold my shaft steady. “Fuck yourself with it, Beth. Guide me inside.”

She reaches down and takes control of my cock, holding it to her sweet pussy and pushing down on me.

“Oh, God,” she moans, not stopping until I’m completely seated inside.

“You’re soaked,
mi cielo
. Did you like sucking my dick that much?”

I take over her mouth before she can respond, tasting myself on her tongue. She pulls away, gasping, moving up and down on my cock and riding me like she’s been doing it all of her life. My baby learns quick. 

“Skull, I need more,” she gasps, her voice sounding desperate. “Please, baby. I need—” She breaks off because I’ve found her clit with my fingers. She’s so fucking wet, I glide easy over the hard little button. It’s pulsing so hard I can feel it throb. “Oh, fuck. Baby! I’m going to come. I’m going to come!” she cries.

I can feel her shattering. I feel her sweet cream all over my cock and running down in streams. I grab her hips, slamming her down on my cock and grinding her against me over and over until I join her. When it’s over, she lays her head on my shoulder and I hold her, taking in the scent of our lovemaking while our hearts and breathing slowly return back to normal.