Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (5 page)

“Do you remember everything you are taught in school?” 

I try to concentrate on his words, but his other hand has pulled on the fabric of my dress. Cool air hits my thighs and his fingers dance over the rim of my lace panties. Chills explode over my skin.

“What?” I ask again, losing myself in the feel of his fingers against my skin.

They slide under my panties. His fingers dive into my center and the wet heat that has pooled. He doesn’t do anything else. He just keeps his hand there, cupping me. It feels as if he’s claiming that part of me. Branding it as his… with just his solid touch. I never let anyone touch me there before. Right now, I think I might die if he stops. His fingers slide through my lips, separating them and gathering the moisture he finds there. I can feel my cheeks heat up in reaction and I finally release a breath, my nails biting into his skin. The sound is ragged and winded. My heart beats harder against my chest and my entire body feels flushed.

“You’re wet for me, Beth.”

I swallow and bite my lip to keep from moaning. “We shouldn’t do this,” I tell him even when I don’t want him to stop.

“We’re going to do this and much more, Beth. I’m going to teach you how much fun sinning can be,
querida
…”

“I can’t… I have to be back at school before… before lunch is over…” I moan as one of his fingers pushes into me.

“I’m going to have
you
for lunch,” he says, and then his lips take over mine.

Before Skull, I’ve kissed a total of two people in my life. When I was nine, Thomas Slone pulled my pigtails on the playground and chased me. When he caught up with me, he shoved me down on the ground and kissed me. The other was before I got sick. I was a sophomore in high school and my roommate had a date with Ted, a boy who went to a reform facility. Our school invited several over for a coed dance. Well, when I say she had a date, I really mean they were going to sneak under the gym bleachers away from the ever-watchful eyes of the sisters. He was experienced. Rose wasn’t. That’s where I came in. She and I were each other’s first real French kiss. It did nothing for me. Rose apparently liked it because she’s had four girlfriends since then.

This kiss from Skull is different than our first. The first was good, but this one is meant to seduce and destroy my defenses. It’s also totally doing the job. I never want him to stop what he is doing to me.
Ever
.

His tongue pushes into my mouth at the same time his finger slides through my wet depths. He hones in on my swollen clit and I moan into his mouth. My body feels weightless. Skull’s tongue swirls in my mouth, dancing with mine in the same sweet movements with which he’s teasing between my legs. I’ve touched myself a few times, mostly before I got sick, but nothing I ever did made me feel like this.

When he pulls away from me, my lips follow him, still needing his. He ignores my silent plea, instead going back to nibble on my shoulder and neck.

“You kiss much better than Rose,” I whisper inanely.

Skull’s body tenses for a minute and then I can feel his lips curl into a smile against my neck.

“Rose,
querida?”

“Rosemarie Crespin. She was my roommate at SPH,” I explain, trying to position my body to get his fingers to move back where I want them. He, unfortunately, ignores
that
silent plea too.

“Odd,” he whispers, finally bringing his fingers back to my pussy, petting me gently. I clamp down tight over his hand and moan at the friction that vibrates from my clit. My hips buck as I try to ride his hand, needing the orgasm he’s begun inside of me.

“Odd?” I question, trying to keep up with the conversation, but my word ends with a frustrated growl as his hand latches onto my hip and he stops me from moving.

“From any other woman, the idea of you kissing another female would have me hard and demanding I watch. I find my jealousy will not even allow another woman to touch your lips. They are mine now, sweet Beth. Just as the rest of you is. I’ll show you when we get back to my club and then, and only then, will I allow you to come. So stop trying to ride my hand before I have to spank you.”

An image of me bent over with Skull spanking me flashes in my mind and my body betrays me by getting…
wetter
. I know Skull can feel it slide out onto his hand. His smile widens.

“Perfect, Beth. I believe you might just be
perfect
,” he groans, taking my mouth again, harder this time, and I can feel a fine tremor run through his body as he pushes against me. “Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you the way you deserve,” he growls, taking his hand away from my pussy and letting my dress fall back down my legs. My heart stutters as I watch him take his fingers in his mouth, tasting me. I’m frozen, so lost in my excitement that I can’t think. Skull pulls on my hand to lead me away and that’s when I begin to come out of the sex-induced haze that he put me in.

What am I doing? What was I thinking?
My eyes dart around our surroundings and I’m thankful everything seems to be deserted.

“I can’t, Skull. I have to be back at the school. I’m already in trouble for missing.” Again, I omit who I’m in trouble with. It’s foolish. I need to give Skull a reason to leave and not come back. Colin Donahue would definitely do that and more. Why do I keep skirting around that?

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll bring you back tonight,” Skull says impatiently. I want to agree with him and forget all about my obligations. I want to open myself up to anything and everything he wants to give me, but if I do that, it could mean his death.

“It does, Skull. I have responsibilities here and I need to graduate,” I tell him, only half lying. Right now I don’t give a damn about graduating. But I do care about Skull. I have to get him to leave…
I have to
.

I stop at Beth’s words. Not because I fully agree, but because I’d like to make sure she’s graduated high school before chaining her to my bed. I have a feeling that when I get her, that’s exactly what I’m doing.

But for fuck’s sake, I’ve gone a week without her. I don’t know why I’m so addicted to this woman, but I am. And I felt how wet she was for me. She feels the same. She’s too inexperienced to hide it from me. Hell, maybe that’s part of the draw. She’s innocent and that innocence lures me in. I’ve never had that in my life. She’s like light in a dark room. Shit, just seeing her smile makes me feel younger, less jaded and beat down from the world. I shouldn’t touch her, but I want to. I shouldn’t want to claim her, but I do. I’m enough of a cynic to know that once I’ve had her a few times, I’ll probably grow bored. It might hurt her, but she has to learn about the world from someone, and why shouldn’t it be me?

“When can I see you again?” I ask her now, conceding only because it’s not practical for me either. The Donahues aren’t taking my calls. They are purposely ignoring me. I had Torch send them a message today. I need to get back and see if things get…
ugly
.

She pales at my question and pulls her hand away. Her body goes into a defensive position and, as she opens her mouth, I know she’s just going to deny me, so I stop her before another sound’s uttered.

“Don’t bother saying no, Beth. This will happen. You need to get used to it. You let me in. I’m not fucking leaving until I grow tired or bored.”

“Oh my God! You did not just say that!”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

“You’re a jerk… a conceited jerk!”

I shrug off her answer. She really has no idea who she’s dealing with.

“Just tell me when and where, and you can go back to the school.”

Fuck, I feel like a dirty old man just saying that. Apparently I
am
a fucking pervert because my dick jerks at the mention of her being in school. I wonder if she has a school uniform. Does she have a sexy little plaid skirt?

“I… Skull, I… well, there are things you don’t know. It’s just—”

“What don’t I know?” I ask, thinking it might be best just to cart her over my shoulder and be done with it. I’m getting tired of hearing her challenge me.

“Well… I mean, I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to see each other.”

“You’re wrong. Now, you have about two minutes to give me a time, or I’ll just drag you back to my place and make sure you’re there when I want you,” I tell her calmly, crossing my arms and appraising her.

“You’re kidding me! You just said you could break it off when you grew bored! Well, I don’t want this. You’re a jerk. I don’t want to give my virginity to someone who tells me he’ll grow tired of me eventually. It’s over!” Beth announces, then twirls around and begins marching away.

She’s cute. Damn cute. I can’t deny that what she says makes a certain amount of sense, if you’re young, naïve, and still believed in relationships that lasted a lifetime. I don’t.
Never have, never will.
And, as much as I like watching her ass twist as she walks away…

It takes two large steps and, being the bastard that I am, I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her hard against me, and wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back tight so she stops squirming. I’d enjoy the fuck out of her squirming, but if she keeps it up, I’m going to take her virginity here in the cemetery—and there’s not a fucking thing that’ll be gentle about it.

“It’s not ending yet,
querida
,” I say. “Not by a long shot.”

“I don’t… want you,” she whispers.

Maybe I’m a bastard for not listening to her denials. I lean down and run my tongue up the salty skin of her neck, stopping when I’m at her ear.

“You may say no, but your body says something else entirely,” I tell her. “Even now, your sweet little cunt is filled with your desire. I bet it’s running down your legs because your body is weeping for me, readying itself…
for me
. I could fuck you up against the tombstone right now, Beth, and do you know what? You’d not only let me—you’d
beg
for it by the time I was done. So name a fucking time for us to meet, or I’ll prove you a liar right now. The choice is yours.”

Her breaths are coming in ragged gasps. Her nipples are pebbled hard against the white cotton dress she has on. She’s close to the edge and I’ve done very little compared to what I want to do. She licks her lips and her gray eyes search for mine, but it’s impossible for her at this angle.

“My guardians know I’ve been sneaking out. It will be hard to get away,” she reasons.

I kiss her temple and carefully release her, knowing I’ve won. The thrill of victory is not there. It’s a sad consolation gift because what I really want is to fuck her—and fuck her
hard
.

“Tomorrow, meet me here at this same time. Do not be late,
querida
. I am not above coming to your school to get you, and I’m pretty sure that is
not
what you want.”

She pulls away from me. She looks back briefly, and her eyes are large with shock.

“Skull…”

“Go, while I’m still of a mind to let you, Beth.
Tomorrow
.”

She swallows, her hand coming up to her throat.

“Tomorrow,” she repeats, then backs away from me. Once we are about ten feet apart, she turns and runs the way she’d come.

Me? I adjust my dick and promise myself to make it better tomorrow.
Damn…

“Hey, Boss,” Latch calls out.

He’s getting ready to re-up. They’ll be shipping his ass out to Kandahar next month. I’m going to miss the bastard. It’s been nice having him home, but he gets bored when he’s not deployed. Sabre has tried to talk him into sticking around, but he’s not having it. Latch and Sabre are closer than brothers. They fought alongside each other for five years in that hell. When their platoon got cornered and was taking fire, they lost every friend and squad member they had.  The two of them worked to save each other. They survived being POW’s together—and I figure a hell of a lot more. I don’t ask. Some shit a man never wants to talk about. I know I have crap I don’t want to rehash ever again.

“Hey, man. Sabre and Torch back yet?”

“No, not yet, but Sabre checked in about twenty minutes ago and said the package was delivered.”

I nod. Well, that’s one good thing for the day. Let’s see if the Donahues can ignore that shit.
Bastards.
Scarlett, one of the club girls, comes over and my body goes tight.

“Skull,” she purrs, setting my nerves on end. Her body pushes up against mine, her breasts against my arm. My dick doesn’t even move. It’s like the damn thing is broken. I know the truth, though. I only want Beth. No other pussy will do. It’s a temporary thing. I’ve always had a healthy appetite for sex. I just need to fuck Beth out of my system and get back to normal.

That begins tomorrow. “Hey, Scarlett.”

“I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”

And the dick…
still doesn’t move
. 

“Tell me you’re
not
that big of a fucking idiot!” Pistol yells from across the room, marching in and slamming the door. He strides over to me and, as much as I want to kill him, I’m grateful he gets me out of the mess with Scarlett.

“Another time, pet. Another time,” I tell her before turning all of my attention to the man I’m going to kill before the month is out. I just know it in my gut. He’s pushing me too far. I turn around and face him like I’m bored, then wait.

“You had Torch tell the Donahues that unless they agree to meet with us, you’re confiscating their next delivery? Are you loco or just fucking stupid?”

“I do not like being ignored. I needed to get a message across.”

“Oh, you’ll achieve that. You’ll get every fucking one of us killed!”

That’s when I snap. I strike so fast he doesn’t see me. A quick kick with my steel-toed boots knocks him to the ground, giving me time to get up. While he’s holding his damn dick, I stomp his ribs—I’m not sure how many times. Could be three, maybe four… it’s so fun that I lost count. I have a lot of anger inside of me right now, and this motherfucker just tipped me over. I grab him by his damn cut and slam my fist into his nose, the same fist which happens to have my rings on each finger—skulls, of course. Blood splatters out and Pistol groans, but I’ve been so fast and hard on beating him down that he honestly can’t do much by this point.

“Has ido a hermano ahora,” I tell him, my voice laced with disgust.
You’ve gone too far, brother.
Even the words annoy the fuck out of me. He’s not my brother, but he sure as hell went way beyond too far
.
I slam his head hard against the thick wooden bar. The bottles and glasses rattle in response. Any resistance left in Pistol is gone as he loses consciousness. I drop him to the ground. “Beast?” I call, looking at the pathetic pile on the ground.

“Yeah, Boss?” Beast lifts his bitch of an old lady off his lap. She must need money again; it’s the only time we see her around here. Why Beast keeps fooling with her fucking ass, I don’t know. Ain’t no pussy worth the shit he’s gone through with her.

“Lock him in his room. Have the prospects guard him. He doesn’t go for a shit, unless I know about it. Then, contact Spike in Florida and tell him I need to talk to him. We’ll have Church after I talk with the fucker’s brother.”

“Damn… Gone so long without war and now we have two,” Beast mumbles, dragging Pistol away.

“You got a problem with it?” I ask Beast because I respect him. This wasn’t something I could bring before the Church. I’m president. This is
my
club. I’m not asking anybody for permission and I won’t tolerate disrespect. I’ve tolerated it for too long with Pistol. That ends tonight.

“Been a long time coming, Boss. I’m just thinking shit might get a little
too
interesting around here.”

He’s probably not wrong. I’ll have to call in a few markers from our other chapters and talk with some of my allies. It’s time to circle the damn wagons. My taste for the drink gone, I leave the bar and head off to my room. I lock the door and make it to my bed. This place is like an apartment of sorts. It has my office and two doors. One is a regular door, which leads to my bedroom with a connected bath, and the other is a steel-reinforced door that is the back exit of the club. Both stay bolted, and I’m the only motherfucker with the key.

I’m too fucking keyed up. I yank off my cut and shirt and throw them into the chair by my bed. I undo my pants and zipper, leaving them hanging low on my hips. I’ll need to go back out and deal with shit once I know the response to my message. Right now, I just want to be by myself and drink. I grab a half-empty bottle of vodka on the nightstand and open it before taking a swig and falling back on the pillows.

My mind should be anywhere but on Beth right now—but she’s all I can think of. Even now, I can remember the feel of her sweet cunt. Hot and wet, sucking my fingers in so eagerly. My cock swells with need, and I regret not forcing her to come back with me. I try to tell my body:
tomorrow, just twenty-four hours
. Then I remember the way her cream felt clinging to my fingers, and fuck, her sweet taste.

Being a man who has always enjoyed sex—perhaps too much—you would think that the taste of pussy would all be the same. That’s not the way it is, though. Each one has a special essence, a special flavor. But Beth… Beth is unlike any woman I have ever tasted. She’s indescribable, and something I must have over and over. My balls ache from the need to come. I slide my hand around my cock, choking it tightly in my hand, trying to stem the need inside of me. Instead, translucent strands of pre-cum slide from the head, trailing down the shaft and onto my hand. I lean back on my pillow and close my eyes. Beth’s face immediately comes to mind. Her lips swollen from my kisses, her sweet pink tongue coming out to tempt me, and her hair tangled around her face because I’ve held it tight in my hands… I can hear her sweet voice whisper my name…
Skull…

My hand glides up and down my shaft, my pre-cum bathing my cock. Up and down I move, squeezing, imaging it’s her sweet pussy I’m tunneling inside of.
Skull…
Again, her voice haunts me and I imagine she’s moaning my name before she comes, tightening the muscles of her pussy and clamping down on my cock, squeezing it tighter and tighter… I growl out her name when I can feel my climax racing forward. The electric zing flashes up my spine and then cum is streaming from my cock, shooting in the air, and falling down on my stomach and against the headboard of my bed. I pump my dick until my orgasm is finished, then squeeze the head tight, draining the last of my cum.

When it’s over, I lie there…
unsatisfied
. She’s going to make this up to me. I’ll fuck her face so hard she won’t be able to close her mouth for a week. Disgusted, I go to the shower. She’ll definitely make this up to me.