Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (20 page)

I’m lying against Skull, my head on his chest. His heart beats in my ear and the sound reassures me. My body is pleasantly numb while still humming from the workout he gave me.

After our shower, he dried me off and took me to bed. He bent me over the bed and took me hard and I loved every minute of it. I smile as I feel the way Skull’s hand slides up and down my lower back. I love this. Almost more than the actual sex, the after time when he holds me close and I feel so connected to him. It feels as if it answers a need deep inside of me that I never knew I had. Until Skull, it felt like everyone I ever cared about left me. Skull is the first person who makes me feel like he would die before leaving me.
No.
That’s not right. The truth is, he would die
for
me. He’s already proven that. He loves me. As screwed up as my brain is right now, I’m sure of that.

“Your body is tense,
mi cielo
. What are you thinking? Do I need to work the stress out of you again?”

I smile and kiss his chest, pushing my body into him with a giggle. 

“Is that what you just did?”

“I thought it was. Though, maybe I need to do it once more if you’re already stressing out again.”

“I was just worried about what’s going to happen,” I confess, carefully choosing my words. “I promise you, I never realized what would happen when we met. I would have tried to warn you—”

“Shh,” he whispers, his hand moving up to brush my hair. “It is not important,
mi cielo
. I told you it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Besides, I did a partial background check on you. I could have pushed Torch to dig further, but I didn’t. That’s on me.”

“Why would you have? Most women don’t come attached with baggage that’s pulled from the demons of hell.”

Skull snorts, going back to brushing my hair. “
Querida
, you were mine the minute I saw you standing on the street. It wouldn’t have mattered if you belonged to Lucifer himself. I still would have claimed you.”

“What happens next, Skull?”

“We will wait another day or so, then attack again. I won’t stop until I bury Colin.”

“I wonder where Matthew is?”

“I’m not sure. We’ve been running checks and there’s not been one word from Matthew. It appears Colin is spearheading this. Though, there is talk of Edmund’s brother taking the reins again.”

My heart slams against my chest. I turn to the side, hoping Skull can’t feel it. I do my best to keep my body relaxed. I don’t want to give myself away. “Is that good or bad?” I ask, trying to figure out how Skull feels about this situation. Would he be willing to work with my father? Could they join forces and be rid of Colin? If I could arrange that, maybe I wouldn’t have to give him up. Maybe…

“None of it is good,
querida
. Besides, the strikes we made go farther than just the Donahues. They are just one faction inside a bigger one. Retribution will be sought. No, our only hope is to bury any of the Donahues we can. If we can cause enough problems and draw attention to them, the family will deal with them too.”

“Won’t the family lash out at you?” I ask, not quite grasping what he’s hoping to accomplish.

“Probably,” he says, and my stomach flutters.

“I was kind of hoping they’d back off after you struck back,” I whisper stupidly.

“We just keep going, Beth. Eventually we’ll find something to bring it to a head.”

That one sentence makes my heart turn over in my chest. I can’t stop the tremor of fear that moves through me, and I know Skull feels it too because he pulls me up his body so I am forced to sit up, straddling him.

“I know you don’t think so right now, Beth, but I promise you it will be okay.
We
will be okay,” he insists, his hands holding my hips loosely and his eyes boring into me, willing me to believe him. Again, Latch’s words haunt me:
You need to have more faith in your man
.

“I’m scared, Skull,” I whisper. It’s the most truthful I’ve been with him in what feels like way too long. “I’m terrified.” 

He reaches over to the nightstand drawer and pulls out a gold chain. He holds it up, letting the gold wrap around his inked fingers. It gleams with the light of the lamp. At the end of the chain is a locket in the shape of a heart. It has two letters woven together—an S and a B. I recognize them before the tears flow heavier and it blurs everything. He holds each side of the chain apart, never turning away from me. I bend my head and he pulls it down so it rests against my neck. The heart lands perfectly between my breasts. The cold metal sends a chill through my bare skin. His hand comes to my cheek, holding it gently, and I lean into him.

“I take you, Beth, as my lawfully-wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health,” he whispers to me, his eyes never leaving mine, and I don’t bother stopping the tears as his love wraps around me as surely as his words do. “From this day forward, we shall walk hand-in-hand in this world and into the next. I promise to love, honor, and protect you. Put no one or nothing before you. I vow to worship your body night and day and never let you forget who you belong to, and not stop until you come so hard in my arms every night that your fucking toes curl, your body is weightless, and you hear angels singing.”

“Now
that’s
a fucking vow,” I whisper, returning the same words to him that he’d given me earlier.

“Just wait till I deliver on them, baby,” he whispers, leaning up to take my mouth.

The last thought I’m able to hold onto is that Latch is right. I need to have more faith in my man. I’m going to hold on. I don’t have a choice. With my decision made, I give myself to him and lose myself in his touch.

“Rise and shine,
querida
,” Skull tells me. He’s standing at the foot of the bed. Me? I’m curled in a ball under the covers. It’s too early to be that cheerful.

“What? Why? What time is it?”

“It’s six, sweetheart. We have to leave early to go to Beast if you’re spending the day there. I have a meeting with Diesel and his crew today when they make it in from Tennessee.”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital today,” I yawn, trying to ignore the sliver of fear that hits me. “I thought I’d stay here today and be close to you. That way, if you got some time, you could sneak off and make good on your promise.”

“My promise?” he asks.

I smile up at him, my hand going to the locket he gave me. I slept in it because I can’t bear to take it off. “Yeah. Remember? The whole worship-my-body thing? I think I heard mention of my toes curling and angels singing, too,” I joke. I know every word he said. I’ll never forget last night for as long as I live.

“Is that a fact?” he says. He’s smiling and, for the first time in days, I see happiness in his eyes.

“
Si
,” I tell him saucily. “And it was my wedding night, so I’m hoping you weren’t overestimating your abilities.”

He throws his head back and laughs.

“That does it,” he says, undressing.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, which is a stupid question, but I wasn’t really expecting this reaction. He yanks me out of the bed, tugging on my hand. Then he takes my mouth in a hard kiss. When we break apart, I look up at him. “What are you doing?” I repeat like an idiot.

“Giving my wife good morning sex. Now turn around.”

He kind of manhandles me so that my back is facing his front. I smile at his use of the word wife. My arms rest upon his, which are wrapped around my waist, and I take in the heat of his body for a minute. I love the way it feels when his skin presses against mine. It never fails to give me a feeling of contentment.

“Skull, sweetheart, I know I’m the new one at all of this, but I kind of think you have to turn me around to get to the goods.”

“Oh,
querida
, I’m afraid I’m been neglecting your education.” He hadn’t, not really, but I decide to play along. 

“I probably didn’t marry well,” I tell him with a playfully heavy sigh.

His hand comes up to my neck, holding me with force. Chills of excitement course through my body. I feel the graze of the stubble on his jawline rub against my neck. A second later, warm breath touches my ear.

“You may pay for that one, my darling wife,” he whispers right before I feel a hand glide down my side. It moves against my ass, then lower. His fingers dive between my legs, pushing just beyond the lips of my pussy. I can’t stop the moan that escapes as I push my ass against him. “
Querida,
you are soaking wet.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip as his fingers slide up and drift over my clit. He’s right; I’m so wet I can feel it from the sound of his fingers pushing through my cream. “I need my husband to fuck me,” I moan. His hand stills and I tighten my legs against it, trying to push him further into me. When it doesn’t work, I whimper with disappointment.

“Say that again,
mi cielo
,” he growls.

“I need my husband to fuck me.”

His hand comes back to my neck. When his words hit me this time, they’re hoarse and full of need. “Bend over and hold onto the bed,
mi cielo
. This is going to go hard and fast.” I do as he orders, my fingers digging into the rumpled covers on the bed. “Spread your legs and tilt your ass higher, Beth.”

Anticipation runs through me. Once I get my feet planted, he massages my ass, his hands biting into the flesh, then he shakes my ass roughly, pulling the cheeks apart. I feel cool air hitting the wet needy skin of my pussy and I know I’m completely exposed to him.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he groans, and the pleasure in his voice is so thick I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed when I feel my cream slide down my thighs. I gasp when I feel his cock rub against my thigh and the cream found there. “Who does this pussy belong to, Beth?” he asks, his cock now teasing my opening, not going inside yet, but pushing just enough to let me know he’s there.

“You,” I gasp, when all at once the head slips and grates against my clit before he brings it back.

“Who am I, Beth? Say it,” he demands.

“My husband,” I tell him because I know that’s what he wants.

“That’s it,
querida
. That’s it,” he moans, and the sound mingles with my cry because he slams inside of my pussy without warning. I feel his balls bounce against me and I’m stretched fully as he stays right there, not moving. He folds down over top of me, his hand wrapping in my hair. He yanks back my head and his voice is almost deadly. “Put your fingers down there and rub your clit, Beth. Do it while I fuck you hard because I’m not going to last long and I want you with me. I want to feel that pussy coming apart all around my dick.”

When I do as he tells me, his hands move to my hips, the fingers pushing into my skin, and then he fucks me. He rides me hard, slamming into me over and over, jarring my whole body. One hand begins kneading my ass while he crashes in and out of me, taking what he needs without worrying about anything else. I love it. I love that he’s so desperate and lost in his desire that he demands I take care of myself. He didn’t need to bother; I’m so excited that I’m sure I could have come just from what he’s doing, but I slide my fingers over my clit, rubbing over it. My juice is thick, making the glide easy and reminding me of how it feels when Skull licks me. I twist and pinch my clit just as Skull slams into me again.

Then I hear him shout my name. I feel his cock jerk inside of me. I tighten my pussy as he slams into me again, and then I feel him release inside of me. The streams of cum are so forceful that they feel like thrusts themselves. My hands move faster and faster over my clit. I feel Skull pull out, then shift somehow and slam right back in, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me fly.

“I’m coming!” I yell, and I only go higher when Skull reaches around and pulls on my breasts. It seems like I come forever. I feel my arm give out as I fall upon the mattress, mini-shocks from my orgasm still running through me. I can feel Skull’s weight on me and he kisses my back.

“
Te amo,
Beth.
Te amo.
”

He loves me
.