Heart of Steel (Demon Riders MC Book 2) (9 page)

Elyse doesn’t even have to think about her reply.  It’s instant because it’s the truth.  “I’m not.” 

“I would never hurt you, Elyse.”  Dane rests his hands on her shoulders, looking at her with eyes full of emotions.

“I know that.”  And she does, she knows that he wouldn’t do anything to harm her, not physically anyway.  She doesn’t dwell on the fact that he has all the power in the world to hurt her without resorting to using his fists.

“I care about you so much.”  His voice is husky as he whispers the words in her ear.  “I’ve never felt like this before, not about anyone.  As soon as I saw you, it was like I just knew.”

Elyse feels a thrill of pleasure strike through her at his words.  “It was the same for me.”

“I couldn’t deal with you and him together.  It would destroy me.”  He tightens his hold on her, as if he thinks she may float away. 

Elyse looks up at him, putting her index finger over his lips, the way he did the first night they spent together.   “Don’t think about it.  Tonight it’s just you and me.”  She watches as his eyes heat with the fire that seems to be constantly burning inside of him.

CHAPTER TWELVE

He leans down and kisses her gently on the lips.  It’s a soft kiss, a gentle one, in stark contrast to the energy of his anger.  She wraps her arms around his neck and presses against him, opening her mouth to him at the same time, letting him probe and explore her with his tongue.  It’s a tender kiss and the heat of his mouth drives her wild.

Dane takes hold of her hips and steers her towards the corner of her room, backing her up until the back of her legs hit the mattress.  He deepens the kiss, reaching around behind her to unzip her skirt. He makes a small sound of frustration in his throat when he can’t find the clasp. 

“Side.”  She pants the word out, guiding him with fumbling fingers.  He yanks the zip and the skirt puddles on the floor, leaving her standing in her stockings and heels.

Dane looks at her hungrily, as if he could eat her right up, and Elyse feels the wetness between her legs spread.  Greedy for him, she impatiently pushes his t-shirt up, and he tosses it to the far side of the room.  Elyse runs her fingers down his muscular chest, kissing a trail along his collarbone.  Her hands move lower, palming his arousal through his jeans.  He’s rock hard and the knowledge that she’s the reason for that makes her buzz with excitement.

His hands are in her hair, sifting through it, stroking her neck as they kiss and bite and suckle at each other’s mouths.  His thumbs settle over her breasts, stroking the hardened peaks and making her moan into his mouth.  He makes quick work of her shirt, pushing it off of her shoulders. Then, he unclasps her bra in a frenzy, freeing her.  He cups her breasts in his hands, weighing them, marveling at how perfectly they fit, as if she were made for him.  His head bends down to suckle at her breast, first one and then the other, and Elyse arches against him, jolts of electricity running through her.

“You’re so fucking pretty.”  His eyes are heavy with lust as he looks at her, and the way he licks his lips as his eyes travel over her body makes him look even more heartbreakingly sexy.

Elyse’s hands fly to the waistband of his jeans, needing to touch him, to feel him.  She pulls at the buttons impatiently, as Dane watches her like a hawk. She kneels down in front of him, pushing his pants over his hips, as she goes and frees his hardness.  She looks up at him as her hand closes over his shaft. He’s watching her intently, his breathing coming in labored gasps.  He knows what she’s about to do, and the anticipation of it makes his cock twitch in her hand.  She leans forward, licking his tip, tasting the saltiness of him.  Dane’s groan of pleasure gives her the courage to take him into her mouth, as much of him as she can.  Her tongue caresses his shaft, as her hand works the base, twisting gently and pumping.  Dane’s hands move to her head, pushing her deeper onto his cock, and she goes even further, taking him right to the back of her throat.  Dane’s strangled moan tells her that he’s right on the edge.

“’Lyse, stop.”  The urgency of his words makes her look up, surprised.  Most guys would never tell a woman to stop mid-blowjob.

“That feels amazing.”  He takes hold of her shoulders, pulling her up to stand.  “But when I come, I want it to be inside of you, and if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold on.”  His breathing is shallow, as he tries to hold himself together.   “I want to touch you.”  He leans down and kisses her deeply, his hands moving down into her panties, sliding along the slickness that he finds there.

She arches against him, thrusting her breasts against his chest, his touch driving her wild.  Gently, he leans her back onto the bed, pulling her panties off but leaving her stockings and heels on, clearly enjoying the show.  He nuzzles at the heat between her legs, lapping at her gently, making her cry out with need. 

“You taste so good, ‘Lyse.”  His words are a moan against her most sensitive parts, and she wriggles against him, wanting him so much it’s difficult to even think straight.  He ate at her pussy, making her moan and writhe underneath him.  His tongue circles the sweet spot of her clit, sucking hard until she can’t hold back anymore. She comes hard against his mouth, and he laps at her pleasure, making her shiver.

“I love to watch you, ‘Lyse.”  He sits up, looking down at her underneath him.

His eyes are full of raw, sexual need, and Elyse feels herself warm under his gaze.  She still isn’t used to being looked at like that, and her blush spreads across her cheeks as she tries to pull him down on top of her.

“Don’t be embarrassed, not with me.”  Dane’s voice is low and raspy, and it does wonderful things to her insides.  “You’re beautiful, Elyse.  I love to look at you.” 

He looks his fill, trailing his fingers down from her collarbone, over the mounds of her breasts, and down her flat belly—until he reaches the apex of her thighs.  But he skims around the wetness between her legs, the wetness that he’s created there, stroking her inner thighs.  She arches up towards him, taking hold of his shaft and squeezing gently, desperate for him to enter her where she needs him, where she’s desperate for him.

“Dane, I want you.”  Her voice is a plea, as she guides his erection towards her entrance.

“You’re mine.”  He gives her a smoldering look, stopping just at her entrance, making her desperate for him, desperate for more.

She nods, whimpering, turned inside out with need.

“Say it, Elyse.”  His look is intense, as he watches her wriggling underneath him.

“I’m yours.”  Elyse barely whispers the words out, but she likes the way they sound, the way they play on her lips, and what they mean.

At the sound of her words, Dane plunges into her, filling her up.  She gasps, as she expands around him, stretching to fit him deeper and deeper inside of her.

“You’re mine, Elyse.”  He thrusts into her again, harder this time, making her cry out in pleasure.

“Yes, yes.” Her fingernails rake down his back, as she urges him on.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours.”  Dane’s words follow his thrusts.  He’s panting now, picking up the pace as he moves inside of her.  “Say it, Elyse.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine.”  She cries out the words, as she wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him even deeper against her.

He reaches between them, drawing circles around her clit as he pounds into her.  She feels herself climbing up and up, heading towards her peak.  “Elyse.”  All it takes is the tender way he says her name to push her over the edge.  She cries his name, as fireworks explode behind her eyes.  Dane thrusts into her one final time and groans, as he comes hard inside of her, filling her.

He supports himself on his hands so that he doesn’t collapse on top of her crushing her.  However, Elyse pulls him down, wanting to feel his weight on her.  “I won’t break.”  She whispers the words in his ear as they lay chest to chest, breathing heavily as their hearts take up a more regular beat.

Dane leans his forehead against hers, kissing her gently on the lips, but his eyes are hard.  “I don’t want you anywhere near him.” 

Elyse rolls her eyes, not totally unhappy about his jealousy.  “You really want to talk about another guy while you’re still inside me?”

Dane smiles broadly, wickedly.  “It’s the only way I want to talk about another guy.”  His expression turns serious again.  “We’ll find another way.  You’re part in all of this is done.”

“But I want to help!”  Elyse pulls back to see him better. 

“You have helped; now it’s time for us to deal with it.  Things could get dangerous, and I don’t want you involved.”  Dane gives her a meaningful look before he pulls out of her and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to her.  Elyse is left feeling empty and pissed off.

“News flash Dane, I’m already involved!”  Elyse sits up, staring at his back.  “So that’s it?  I’m just supposed to turn tail and run.  I don’t even get a say in it?”

“No, you don’t.  I’m telling you to keep out of this; it’s club business now.”  His voice is cold, as if he’s putting a stop to the conversation before it’s even really started.

“But I
want
to help. Besides, I know Lance better than all of you put together and I know how The Gazette runs.  I’m useful and I can make a difference.”  Elyse pulls the sheet up over herself, feeling far too exposed arguing in the nude.

He acts as if he hasn’t heard or, at least, as if he wasn’t listening.  He stands up, walking away from her.  “I’m going to take a shower.” 

“You can’t just tell me what to do, Dane.  That’s not how this works.”  She gestures at the space between them at the ‘this’ that they haven’t yet defined.

“We’re done talking about this, Elyse.  Don’t push me.”  He makes a cutting gesture with his hand and closes the bathroom door behind him.

Elyse doesn’t move until she hears the sound of water running.  She had thought that they were making progress, that they were moving forward. But his reaction to her offer of help told her how little he seemed to understand her.  Elyse has never allowed anyone to tell her what to do. It was something that drove her mother crazy, but it was the way that she was.  She isn’t about to change now, and if Dane can’t deal with that, then he is either going to have to get wise to it, or she is going to have to walk away. 

Too much has happened in the last twenty-four hours to process. She needs some time and some space to think without interruptions and without the very tempting Dane in her bed.  She gathers her clothes up from the floor, pulling them on, not caring how haphazard she looks.  She looks back at the door, wondering if she should confront him, have it out with him, tell him that he can’t just dictate to her, and that if he thinks their relationship is going to work that way then he’s in for a rude awakening.  But after the way he’s just behaved, she knows that he’s not going to talk to her, whatever happens they’ll just descend into an argument. 

They only seem to be having sex or having it out with each other. There doesn’t appear to be much of a middle ground.  She knows that Jen would call that passion, but it was too exhausting for words.  Elyse has no intention of leaving the Lance issue alone, and she has no intention of letting Dane tell her what to do. So, she does the only thing she can…she leaves, hoping that he cares enough to find out why.

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