Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (7 page)

I hold onto Skull the whole ride. He said we were headed “home”, but as we pull up to the huge building surrounded by a high chain-link fence with electrified barbwire running along the top punctuated by electronic gates and guards, I assume we’ve gone to his club. Even being in the family I’m in, I haven’t seen security this tight, or at least not this loudly broadcasted. No, Colin is much more understated.

My hands tighten around Skull’s stomach as I hold onto him tighter. I’m only going to get a few days with him. I want to enjoy them.

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.

Skull doesn’t let me. Instead, we stand there in the middle of his club. His hand moves from my breast and slips into my jeans. It shocks me, and I struggle, trying to move and peering around to see if anyone is watching us. No one is; they’re all laughing and talking as if this kind of thing happens all the time. I’m starting to believe maybe it does. Skull’s arm around me tightens to the point of near pain as he bites the juncture between my shoulder and neck—in warning. I instantly go still. In reward, his fingers pet my pussy, and I know it’s a reward because he kisses my ear, sucking it into his mouth and using his tongue to taste the skin there.

“Good girl. We’ll stay like this only until they make her scream in pleasure. We won’t stick around for the second show. By then,
querida
, I’ll have you back in my room and eating that sweet, wet cunt out.”

His words make my body tremble. I know I should be protesting, but I can’t. It’s a forbidden fantasy that I seem to be trapped inside of and my body feels like it’s on the edge of a cliff. I need this. That’s exactly what it comes down to. I am nothing more than a woman in need of everything Skull is doing. I’ll worry about anything else later. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t exciting and arousing to watch the three of them having sex.

“Are you imagining what it’d feel like to be the plaything for two men, Beth?” he asks. “To have one man feed you his cock in this sweet wet pussy… while another stretches that tight little ass of yours?” His dark words continue to torture me. My face heats up with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I bite my lip to stop sound from escaping as he slides his fingers against my clit. My hands, which have been useless, bite into the sides of his legs because I feel like I might fall.

“You’re so wet,
querida
. Tell me, do you want me to make you come right here? Let your sweet cream run all over my hands while I finger fuck you, so you can watch Sabre and Latch give Tiffany their cum?”

My skin feels hot, flushed… I’m on a razor’s edge. I want to tell him yes because I
do
want to come. But not here.
Not like this
. Maybe this is what Skull is used to, what he enjoys. It’s hot. It’s exciting, but…

“Too late,
querida
. Watch,” his dark voice whispers.

My eyes are glued to his hand and where it disappeared in the waistband of my jeans and panties. I automatically bring them back to Sabre and his friends. Sabre has his cock in his hand jerking it over and over, holding it over the woman’s face. Then, he covers her mouth and face with his cum. He’s holding her head tightly by the hair, slapping his cock against her mouth as he ejaculates hard, leaving a white streak of fluid scattered over her.

At the same time, the other man slams into her so hard from behind that you can physically see the way it jars her body. His yell rings out in the room. I don’t know if anyone else is listening because I can’t look away. I watch as his hand moves under him and disappears between her legs. She cries out and thrusts back against him, all the while trying to lick up Sabre’s cum.

I forget to breathe as I watch the three of them finish. The girl falls down because her hands and knees refuse to hold her up anymore. I would have thought that’d be the end of it, but it’s like they don’t even take a breath. Sabre rolls a condom on. Latch does the same, and I know they’re getting ready to go for a second round. I watch Sabre gather his own cum from the woman’s chest and face. He covers his condom, then positions himself behind her.

“He’s getting ready to take her ass,” whispers Skull. “I’m gonna fuck you like that. Stretch your little ass so tight, you’ll think I’ve split you in two.”

His words work to bring me out of my haze with their shocking claim while at the same time setting me on fire. It’s then that I catch sight of a man at a table across from us watching everything Skull is doing to me. I’m on fire. I need to come, but not like this. I don’t want it to be like this.

“Skull, please…” I whimper, looking up at him and trying to turn my body away from the stranger.

“What is it, Beth?” he asks, his voice dancing across every nerve ending in my body.

“Take me to your room, please?” I ask him.

He doesn’t even pause. He takes his hand away and picks me up in his arms to carry me off. I bury my face into his neck and hold on, desperate to be alone with him.

I battle with myself. It was a risk to push her so far, but
fuck
it was fun. She’s so young, so untainted by the world. I can take her and make her mine completely. The idea has settled inside my brain and I can’t get rid of it. Why would I need to move on? I want to own her. I want her to be mine to do with as I want. It’s not rational, but it’s fucking real. When Torch kept looking at her, I wanted to end the motherfucker. “Mine” was the one word my brain kept repeating. I felt like a fucking caveman, and the only word I could form was…
mine
.

I take her to my room, help her stand, then lock the door behind her. The silence in the room is thick, and I wait for her to tell me what’s on her mind. It doesn’t take long.

“I’m not that person,” she whispers like she has something to be ashamed of.

“
Qué?”

“I’m never going to be someone who could ever be comfortable doing what we just watched,” she says, and as if she’s still seeing it, her face flushes blood red. Something about it pleases me, but I still want her to admit she liked it.

I lean back against the door, watching her. My eyes travel up and down her body. I can still see signs of arousal in her body and her breathing, not to mention she’s having trouble meeting my eyes.

“You enjoyed it,
querida
. Even now, you’re dying to come,” I tell her, crossing my arms and waiting for her to admit it to me.

“It was…”

“It was fucking hot as hell,” I tell her, and somehow, her face grows a darker pink.

“If I have sex with you…” she starts.

But I don’t let her finish. “There is no ‘if’, Beth. I’m gonna have you. Before you leave this room, I will have you over and over,” I promise her.

“In this room,” she says, nerves making her voice shaky.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“In this room,
not
out there,” she says, and perhaps I’m stupid, but it smacks me in the face when she tells me that.

I push off the wall and stride over to her. She takes a step back, but I don’t let her retreat from me. I let my hand cup the side of her neck. Her gray eyes are large and I stare straight into them, so she sees that what I’m about to say to her is the truth.

“No one will see me bringing you pleasure but me, if that’s what you want. Being with another means it must be enjoyable for both of us,
mi
cielo
.”

“Do you—Do you enjoy… what
they
did?” Beth asks. “Is that what you do?”

“Are you asking if I like to share women?
Si
, I do sometimes.”

“And in front of people?”

“No. I like to give my partner my complete attention. I have no need for others to enjoy that with me.”

“Oh.”

“But, Beth, there is nothing wrong with people who need that kind of pleasure in their life.”

“I guess. Listen, Skull, I really like you and all, but I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want it.”

“You’re a liar. Do you want me to prove it?”

“No, I’m really not. I’m serious. I want to be honest with you,” she says, backing away from me. Since she’s going to the bed and sitting down and not trying to leave the room, I let her.

“I’m listening,” I prompt her when she goes quiet.

“It was taking all of my courage to give myself to you. Until I met you, I never really thought about sex much at all. So… this is kind of new to me.”

The jaded part in me wants to call her a liar, but I can’t deny the shy honesty on her face right now. My chest tightens in reaction, and that fucking word blasts through my brain again:
mine
.

“There is no ‘was’, Beth… We’ve come too far to turn back now.”

“That’s just it. I can’t be that woman out there. I just can’t…”

“I told you I don’t do public shows. There’s no one in this room but me and you,
querida
.”

“It was… interesting to watch,” she fumbles.

“Interesting?” I ask, thick with disbelief.

“It was arousing…”

“It was fucking
hot
,” I correct her, then kick myself as she physically jerks as if I hit her. Fuck, I keep forgetting how young she is and, hell, how
innocent
she is… even if that’s the reason for this conversation. I’ve never dealt with this before. I wonder if it’s worth it, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be satisfied until I have her.
Mine.

“But I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that.”

I sigh, tired of talking.

“Tell me exactly what it is you
can’t
do, Beth, so we can end this conversation.”

“I can’t be her!”

This time, my sigh come out more like a growl because, Jesus, I know she’s young, but since when did it get this fucking hard to understand a woman?

“
Who?”

“I don’t want to have sex with more than one person—more than
you
.  I can’t do that, Skull. I can’t and… I won’t.” She takes a breath. “So, I think it’s best if you just… take me back now.”

“Do you see anyone else in this room, Beth?”

“Well, no, but… All of that was obviously normal for—”

“For them, yes. I didn’t bring you here to share you with any fucking person. Did you not hear me threaten my own man outside for just looking at you?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious.”

“I was dead serious.”

“You’re very confusing, Skull.”

“Jesus, woman, look in the fucking mirror. Now, are we done with this damn discussion?”

“I guess.”

“Thank fuck. Now strip.”

“Strip?”

“Yes. Take off those clothes.
Now
.”

Her face gets more color in it, but it has nothing to do with embarrassment anymore. Now, she’s just pissed at me. I like it. I like it when she shows me spirit.

“You do realize I haven’t done this before, right?”

“
Si
, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be understanding? Or… maybe even considerate?”

“No. I’m just supposed to make sure you come over and over and can’t walk when I’m done—which I will do. And, as an added bonus, I’ll make your body crave what only I can give it, so you will always want more… even when I have made you come so hard you pass out from the pleasure. Now,
mi cielo
…
strip.
”